Hood Rats | Sandy Milkovich

Let's be Honest

Sandy normally nodded off by now, but she managed to keep her eyes open to watch her friend pull a tank top over her head, avoiding scraping against the gauze taped over her rib cage. Chin propped up on her hand, Sandy hummed lazily, still blissed out.

Shooting her a glance from across the room, Rory grabbed the nearest over shirt and smelt it. "You know, that's kind of gay." She waved her hand vaguely. "That look you're giving me."

 Just as expected, Sandy recoiled. The bedroom door was closed, so she didn't bother to cover up with a sheet, it was way too hot for that anyway. "I'm not a lesbian."

The shirt slipped over her shoulders and she straightened the collar. "Neither am I. Doesn't mean I don't like girls."

She couldn't help but stare at the fading yellow bruises plastered on Rory's neck. She never did kiss her neck, it felt too intimate, too close. "But you sleep with a lot of girls."

"Yeah." Rory started buttoning the shirt. "Lots of guys too."

Sandy's mouth puckered in thought. She rolled over so that she was on her side. "I'm not gay."

Her hands paused, hovering over the last button of her shirt. Rory answered her with an exasperated sigh. "Alexsandra Milkovich," she drew it out for emphasis and Sandy flinched at the sound of her full name on her tongue. "If you're straight, then I'm an archbishop of the Catholic church."

"I don't like girls like that," Sandy snapped, sitting up. 

Rory slid open one of the drawers to her bright purple dresser and grabbed a pair of shorts. "Could've fooled me with the way you give head," she said over her shoulder. A pillow flew across the room at her head and she dodged it.

"Fuck off." 

Once her pants were on, Rory met her at the edge of the bed, leaving next to no space between them. She gripped Sandy's neck so that she tilted her head up to look at her.

The other girl pulled her in by her belt loops. "Where are you going?"

Her hands were gentle over Sandy's face now, tracing the little scars. "Gotta meet my p.o., drug test, and she wants me to get a real job."

Arms folded around her waist now, Sandy licked her lips. "I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Then I'll stop by yours tonight to say goodbye."

Sandy stood to connect their lips harshly. It was a matter of seconds before Rory was pressed against the wall again. Ironically, she was the one left vulnerable, even though she was fully dressed.

"Fuck, I've got to go." Rory pushed her shoulders away from her slightly. "Your and Jamie's cut of the money is in my underwear drawer. You can let yourself out." The five grand had been redistributed, in hope that she would owe everyone a little less.

She watched her step over the clothes on the floor to get to the hall. 

"See ya later, my favorite straight fuck buddy!"

She quickly covered her chest when a head peeked into the open room. "The fuck are you looking at?" Sandy snapped at Diego, who was staring at her naked form from the hall.

"Sorry."

~~~~~

"Does the air conditioner work in this God damned thing?"

Summer was obviously picking up, because sitting in Holly's truck felt like sitting in a skillet and being cooked alive. She rolled down his window. "Nope. That's my next thing to tackle."

Her project truck, as she liked to call it, was a gift from her dad for her fifteenth birthday. It was an electric blue Chevy truck, from either 1980 or 81, Diego couldn't remember, but she had been working on getting it running properly for a year and a half now. It was drivable, smooth wasn't a word he'd apply to the way it rumbled and coughed when you turned it on, but it was better than taking a bus or walking in the heat.