Disclaimer – That of the chapters previous to this one.

Note – Okay, so I know it’s been, what? Maybe a year since I updated this and if anyone actually reads my strange writing I apologize =(. And on the off chance that anyone does care, I obviously rediscovered this story and will be continuing it. I actually have a lot to write and not a lot of time to do it tonight, but I do want to get something up, so I’m gonna have this ch be short, but hopefully entertaining. Again, that is if anyone reading this finds this entertaining. If not, feel free to speak your mind and prevent me from embarrassing myself further =) ha okey dokey

Chapter Three

As Tommy drove into the school’s back parking lot in his beat up old 4 Runner, he noticed the car he’d thought would be long gone by now. This was the parking lot closest to the baseball field where he, all of his buddies, several different sports coaches and random ass kids who didn’t care if they stole the toughest guy in school’s parking spot would leave their beloved vehicles during the school day. For the exception of that last group of people, all the spots in this lot were pretty well defined at this point, and even though Fuj’s black mustang resembled many of the others at this school, his spot was never taken by anyone other than the man himself. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking, “A bunch of high school kids with mustangs?” And the thing is where

Tommy lived that was typical. Heck, he’d even driven his father’s old American muscle before he had died. Since then though, he couldn’t stand the smell of his dad in the seat next to him when he knew he’d never come back, and so he’d given the car to his little sister, Billie, and bought himself the 1995 Toyota 4Runner - the 4Runner whose engine sadly alerted anyone within a 500 foot radius to its presence. As Tommy so gracefully rolled by the baseball field, he noticed two men on the bleachers. One sitting up and one lying down on his back with a cloth covering half of his face struggling to sit up. When Fuj finally gained composure and was at least half vertical, he was almost out of Tommy’s line of vision, but not before he could stare at the boy’s eyes through his rear view mirror and blow him a kiss. The kiss that caused an involuntary shudder to go through him and made him smack his car into an unsuspecting Tristin who was walking across the parking lot.

5 YEARS LATER

“Tommy?”

Recovering from a past shudder, a 23 year old Hanson choked out, “Yeah, I’m still here.”

“I’m gonna catch a plane to (okay, quick author’s note – uh I have absolutely not idea where this show is supposed to take place. I’m assuming it was filmed in Canada like everything else in the biz but does anyone know where it’s supposed to have been like, fictionally? Well, for now let’s make up a make believe city and call it Hydrafresh.... Yeah okay im looking at a face toner at the moment =) anyways, onward---) Hydrafresh.” Hanson could hear faint music in the background he assumed was coming from his sisters’ sorority house.

“Nah, beejie , you have finals next week. I’ll be okay. He couldn’t even get near me if he wanted to, right? Like, legally I mean.”

“Well, come on. You’re a cop. You know what’s what. You never filed charges against him. Except what other people said about you, which is completely hearsay, there’s nothing connecting you and his god-awful self. Jesus Tommy, why’d your frickin’ pride have to be more important than your god danged safety!” It wasn’t a question and Hanson knew not to treat it like one. He also knew that it warranted a response.

“Don’t come, BJ. You have finals next week and you’ll fail all your classes. Plus, won’t your sorority sisters be mad if you missed the inauguration of the new pledges? I’ll be fine for now, and if anything comes up, you’ll be the first one I call.”

Hesitating a bit, but considering his offer, “Before Joe?” Billy mentioned their step-father not only because he was physically closer to Tommy than she was, but because Tommy, especially in the past few years, had confided in him and she knew that they had a bond.

“Before Joe, before Mom, before anyone. And besides, Penhall can watch my back.” He said, motioning to his partner who was at this point clearly eavesdropping into his conversation with his sister.

“Is that the Doug guy you showed me the picture of?” She heard some clutter, her brother yelp and then a big

“Heeeeeello Hanson’s sister. What was it, ‘Beejie?’ ” Doug, due to his near proximity, approximately 6 inches, from Hanson, was able to wrench the phone away and offer his greetings to this previously unheard of female.

“Oh, Lordy, please don’t. I hate it when he calls me that. I feel like someone should be using me to wipe a windshield or somn’.”

In response, and with added charm, or was it humor… Doug said, “Okay, then what shall I call thee?”

“Billie’s just fine.”

“Okay Billie, I hear you’re in a sorority. How’s college treating you?”

“Great, how’s high school treating you guys?”

Embarrassed by her knowledge of what he does for a living, the 24 year old hurriedly tried to find a part of his life that would make her jealous. “Um well, like, since I always have the same math class, I’m getting like a ‘B’ in my current school.” Not the most… impressive thing to say, but Penhall looked happy with himself.

“That sounds very interesting.” Before she could add in anything else, her roommate started pulling her away from the phone. “Hold on! It’s my brother.”

“Oh, the cute one?” Doug could hear another girly voice on the other end but played dumb anyway

“Beg pardon Billie?”

“Not you. But hey Doug?”

“Yes’m.”

“I’ll let him tell you the story, but please. Watch out for my brother.”

“Will do. I promise.”