Forever Trust In Who We Are

Chapter XXI

"I can't believe you're a fucking niner," James whispered as they walked out of the bathroom.

"Did you find her poster of Joe Cool, James?" They turned around surprised by Timmy's voice, who was sitting on Kristen's bed.

"You've seen it too?" Kristen asked in dismay.

"Sure! You forgot to lock up your room, you idiot!" he snapped at her.

"Damned brat! Leave my stuff alone!" she began to tickle him.

"Help! Help!" Tim called chuckling.

Kristen shot him a murderous look warning him. "Dare to tell dad, and you're dead!"

James just shook his head grinning.

"Now, let's go down to have some breakfast, okay?" she commanded both.

As the boys took a seat at the table, James turned to Tim with mischievous smile, and asked, "You've known all along and you haven't told your pops about the traitor?"

Timmy shook his head horrified, "Are you kidding? She would kill me!"

James turned around and found Kristen behind him, staring with a menacing glare at the kid. Unfortunately she wasn't able to scare James at all.

"Are you scared of her?" he mocked the kid.

"You don't know her!" he cried.

Kristen nodded happily at his brother statement.

"I guess you're right. But, ya'know..." Arching a brow, James smiled widely at her, as he turned to Timmy. "We are the ones in power here. If she wants us to keep her ugly secret safe, she'll have to do whatever we want her to do..." He winked at Timmy, whose face lighted up in realization. "She'll be our slave!"

Kristen crossed her arms frowning at him, "Don't give the brat new ideas!"

"Watch and learn," James told the kid. "You are not allowed to speak, slave!" James commanded Kristen, whose frown grew deeper, as Tim began to laugh.

"Now, what do you want to have for breakfast?" James asked Tim.

"I want Froot Loops and milk."

James rolled his eyes at him. "I meant 'what you'd really like for breakfast', man!" the kid smiled as he understood.

"You mean like... cinnamon waffles with maple syrup, whipping cream, strawberries and vanilla ice cream?" Tim asked excited.

James laughed, and nodded, looking at her with a vicious smile, "Now we're talking!"

Bastard! She thought, gritting her teeth.

"Aand... I'll have two over easy eggs with bacon, and hash brown potatoes. Oh, and a Coors."

She narrowed her eyes to him, "You are asking me to serve you beer at breakfast?"

James just turned to Tim. "What do you think? I think she is being a bad slave..."

"Yeah, we should tell dad!" Timmy agreed.

"Oh, you pair of..." exclaimed Kristen in desperation, and ended up mumbling insults under her breath, while she started cooking their breakfasts.

Not long after that, Timmy became James' shadow. Kristen wasn't so sure she liked them being friends anymore... although she smiled to herself, because she always knew James would end up being his brother's idol. But never expected he would be for the wrong reason.


***

As James and Kristen drove back home after her parents arrival, she began to complain at James.

"You screwed me with the kid! I need him to fear me, y'know?"

James laughed.

"It's no longer funny!" she snapped.. "He was calling me gold digger in front of dad!"

He wrinkled his nose nodding in mirth.

"Bastard!" she hit him in the arm.

"I know!" he kept teasing her.

They parked in front of the house, and as they walked to the entrance they heard a car coming to an abrupt halt in the street, with loud metal music roaring from inside. It was Lars.

James immediately turned around and walked to meet him.

"Where the fock you've been?" yelled Lars, coming out of the vehicle.

"Sorry, man, we spent the weekend at Kristen's home."

Lars' eyes opened wide as he made a funny face.

"What's up?" asked James.

"I want to look for something at you place. The crew sent some boxes to your place too, right?"

"Yeah," James answered warily, turning to look at Kristen, who had been over his back about that for weeks now.

"Hi, Lars!" Kristen waved at him. "I'm so happy those boxes are going to be taken care of at last!" she smiled.

Lars raised his hands in the air. "I don't know! I'm just looking for one," he explained as he approached her and both exchanged kisses on the cheeks.

Kristen pointed to Lars the place to look when they walked into the house, "The pile is over there."

James and Lars sorted through the boxes and picked a little one, and opened it.

Lars' face lighted up with a wide grin, "I just can't believe our focking luck! The first one we look into is the right one!"

But James wasn't smiling.

"Oh, darn! I hoped you would sort more than one box," Kristen complained.

"Sorry, Kris!" Lars shrugged. "Shall we take this inside?" he asked James, who just nodded sadly.

Lars took the box inside the room, while James went to the kitchen cabinet and took out a bottle Absolute, a pair of glasses, and the orange juice from the fridge.

"We want to be alone, babe," he announced, and locked himself up with his friend.