Forever the Fighter

15. Starting the Puzzle

I took off my sweats and tossed on a black beanie, black jeans tucked into combats, and about 3 layers of shirts and coats a.k.a a long sleeved thermal inside a red plaid shirt under a black coat. Yeah, I'm staying warm.

"Nixon, are you ready?" I called out. He trudged down the stairs, dressed, well, horrifyingly. He had on a One Direction tee shirt, a thick coat, and bright red pants. I didn't have anything against the band, they were all attractive good singers, but a boy should not be wearing a tee shirt that tight.

"What the hell are you wearing?" I asked him. He looked at his shirt.

"I heard this attracts the ladies," he says with a smirk. I punched him in the shoulder. He winced, grabbing it.

"No. it attracts gay guys, and girls who want a gay best friend," I told him. He pouted.

"If I get a number tonight, will you give me 20 bucks?" he asked.

"If I get a number before you, you owe me 20, deal?" I say. He agreed. We set off, and we decided to walk, since it wasn't too far. It sucks that it was so freezing cold though, Nixon wouldn't stop complaining.

"Ugh, it's so freaking cold I swear," he muttered, pulling his coat closer together. I shrugged.

"It's okay," I replied. It was okay. I never complained much about tempurature, because I tend to think about the people that have to endure hours in the freezing cold, for the fact that they have no home.

"It's okay? Are you freaking crazy? It's like I'm in Antartica!" he whines. I groan.

"Will you please shut it, and let us get to our destination?" I reply, walking a bit faster. He caught up to me and remained silent. I chuckled. "That's why only wearing a tight t-shirt wasn't such a good idea."

"Shut up," he mutters, still tugging at his coat.

"Hey, what's up with Elliot and Austin?" I ask. He stays silent for a minute before answering.

"Elliot just admitted his love for you, and you really didn't react.." He began before I interrupted him.

"He left before I could say anything!" I complained. He put a finger to my face, silencing me.

"So, Elliot went on and bitched to Austin about it, because I, like you, am the worst person to talk to about feelings. Then, Elliot got this crazy ass idea in his mind that you like Austin, now Austin feels weird." Nixon blurts out. I sigh.

"This is freaking great. Fantastic. I'm on the fucking run, and I'm in some freaking weird love triangle, I have to deal with a freaking childhood friend, AND MY BROTHER IS IN LA BY HIMSELF!" I blew up. I slapped a hand over my mouth. Shit.

"Wait, what?" He asked confused.

Never ever did I think that the person I would open up to would be Nixon. So I opened my mouth to tell him my fucked up story.

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"So, you're not a criminal, right?" He says after I tell him mostly everything. Except for the fact that I have a gang after me. That's a bit personal, and I'd rather not elaborate..

"No, they think I am, because I street fight, but that's it," I reply.

"So... You're pretty badass you know, he chuckles.

"I don't think that's the word for it. Maybe a better word is insane, stupid, careless. I should've just took him and found him a foster home, you know? He'd be happier," I said, sighing. He stops kicking the rocks by his feet and looks up at me.

"Hey, you're a great sister. He's lucky to have you. I don't think he'd trade it for the world," he says, reaching into his pocket. He hands me his wallet. I look at him confused. He gestures me to open it. I see a small picture of a girl around Ace's age. She resembled Nixon.