Don't You Worry Child

Chapter two: Liar, liar.

Tommy started his bike and with a roar the engine became alive. He handed me a Helmet with the words Mad Dog written all over it. I smiled at the sight of the words and giggled.

“What’s so funny? Do I have some toothpaste on my face?” he said concerned, looking into one of the bike mirrors. 

“You named your bike helmet “Mad Dog”?”

“Mhm… yes, I named my bike Katrina in honor of my deceased gold fish, so why not name the helmets too?” He said and, again, I started laughing even harder clapping my hands like a retarded seal (and yes, I’m quoting Fat Amy from twitter).

At first he gave me a puzzled look and glared at his sides to see if someone was watching us, I think I really looked like a hobo that just won the lottery. After a couple of minutes laughing my ass off and almost peeing, Tommy was  arching and eyebrow and smirking. 

 “Come on kiddie, you can’t laugh of me naming things; don’t you remember of Pedro?” He fixed his jacket glaring up on me. “Your awful stuffed penguin that was missing one eye and smelled like soup” he gave me a funny face. “I remember the time Drew and I hid it from you”

Oh Jesus

“You…you were the one that hid MY stuffed penguin?” I said clenching my jaw.

Okay, Okay, I know it happened 7 years ago but that stuffed animal was a present from my dad. It really holds a sentimental value. Anyways, the real question is: If I castrate my own brother in his sleep, will the state send me to a mental facility?

“You're mean! How could you do that! You know what that penguin means to me!” I said punching him in the arm. His hand went immediately to the spot I just hinted.

“Ouch! Well stop messing around with me, besides we gave it back to didn’t we?” he said sitting waiting for me to get on the bike. 

“No, you didn’t” I said glaring at him “That’s why I’m complaining, prick!” I yelled again, hittingt him on the arm again.

“Shit, Ava!” he said rubbing the same spot. “And yes, we did."

“No, you didn’t stupid!” I said getting on the bike. “When I get home you better start looking out for that penguin mister, otherwise there will be consequences” I said wrapping my hands around his sculpted torso for support.

“Believe me, you are the one that is going to pay the consequences for running away.” he said while driving off the residence. Tommy lives in a very expensive, and rather exclusive condo, where celebrities and rich people live and hang out.

I don’t know exactly why Tommy is so rich, I mean never in a million years a medicine student would be paid for just eating, fooling around and having good looks. That’s jut impossible.

Tommy’s family is very wealthy, his father is a retired US Marine and his mother is a famous Australian psychologist, who has appeared on TV and written books. He is the second of tree siblings, a big sister who has my sister’s age and a younger brother named Memphis or Magnus, I don’t remember.

 It’s sad that I know so little of one of the most important people in my life, the thing is that Tommy is not really fond of talking about himself, or his family. Each time I try to ask him about them he just says “Fine” and changes the topic. He is a hard ass with the family stuff. 

Anyways, I was sitting in the backseat of his BMW and as he incremented the speed, my grip on him tightened. His chest is muscular but that’s something I’ve known since the first time I met him. When he comes to the beach with us on the weekends I can appreciate completely body. Sometimes I think he should be guarded in a Museum, the dude is a freaking walking master piece. Is almost perfect, in fact;  literally perfect, like fan fiction perfect.