Re: Grey Clouds (AU, M/M, Mature) Chapter 9 14 Feb
Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 3:46 am
This is my day:
i went to school
got into an arguement about religion
learnt the sin rule regarding trig
did not do homework and wrote this.
it was fasinating, my imaginatin just came back from america and won't shut up. ah well, its for the best.
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Chapter 10: Remember That
For all her life it seemed that her father had some kind of personal grudge against Hank Guerin. And for all her life she had been a weapon for her father to use against Hank Guerin.
“When the opportunity presents itself,” her father would always say, “Use it.”
Maria was in the same class at Michael Guerin the opportunity had not just presented itself, it had put on a bikini and danced around a pole.
In the past, it had always been simple things… messing with the math test results or breaking school property and blaming Michael. Stuff that would screw up your day but not your life. Maria pocketed the small bag of white powder that her father had left for her.
This time would be different.
Hank Guerin was a cold hearted bastard: that Maria knew. But that was all she knew, why her father was bent on ruining his life she didn’t have a clue. She didn’t care much for the reason either.
Maria rolled here eyes and standing up mumbled to herself. “Get it over with.”
But this was bigger than a math test.
She shook her head, and ordering herself not to think about it too much, pushed open the door of the Crashdown, heading towards Michael.
In her short life Maria had ended more than her fair share of her conversations but never had she started one. Ever.
Putting on her glasses she sat down opposite Michael. He was sitting alone in the corner booth of the restaurant looking thoroughly depressed.
And here I am trying to make his life hell. How screwed up am I???
She decided to be someone else for the sake of her already minuscule conscience… it was easier done than said.
“Is anyone sitting here?” Michael blinked several times and then several times more.
“What do you want?” he asked abruptly.
“Don’t worry, I wont kill you.” The statement would have sounded odd coming from anyone but a Deluca.
Michael nodded slowly. “What are you doing?” he watched Maria suspiciously but she didn’t seem to mind.
“I can sit here,” She said, “If I want. It’s a free country isn’t it?”
“Whatever.” Michael shrugged, he wasn’t in the mood to talk to Maria, not in such a public place and not when he knew she was almost certainly in cahoots with her cousin. Probably come to rub it in my face. Michael glared at her and then was surprised when Maria smiled a small smile back at him. The smile grew bigger and it didn’t take Michael long to realize it was a fake.
Maria Deluca was a schemer
Schemers had surrounded him his entire life – it didn’t take long for Michael to spot one, not even if she happened to be in disguise.
“What’s your favorite color?” Michael blinked as Maria took a folded piece of A4 paper out of her jacket pocket.
“You carry your homework around in you pocket?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I wore this jacket when we were given the homework, moron. Don’t look so surprised.” She continued even though Michael didn’t. “I don’t have a never ending wardrobe like you.”
“Witty.” He could feel the hate vibes coming off of her and thoroughly disliked her presence. That was a first for him. Maria rolled here eyes, standing up. Good, she was leaving.
“I’m going to assume its me that you hate most.” She said quietly.
“What?” Maria sat back down, smiling to herself. Damn, she’s staying.
“Question five on my list, who do you hate most? It’s me isn’t it? Don’t worry,” she added loosely. “I’m high up on a lot peoples hate lists. It doesn’t bother me.”
“Um… good.”
“It is isn’t it?” she said, still smiling. “Your turn.”
“For what?” he looked at her coldly. She was up to something.
“The homework you care so much about?”
"What? oh..." This was what he wanted wasn’t it? To finish the stupid assignment? “Uh… homework, yeah right…”
Michael tried to remember the questions that he had wrote but couldn’t so asked the same question back.
“…Who do you hate most?” she paused and Michael was sure it had nothing to do with thinking of an answer but instead deciding whether she should answer.
“Everyone.” Maria replied simply.
“Really…?…everyone…?” she was a psychopath.
“Yip.”
“Why?” Maria shrugged and again she was deciding whether she should answer.
“Cause…” she considered her answer slowly. It wouldn’t be the truth, Michael realized, she would lie. “Because… I dunno really, I suppose I just… watch… a lot of people and they… well I know they…” she shrugged hopelessly. “It’s none of your business anyway.”
Michael nodded – it wasn’t.
“You seem like the type.” He said after a moments pause.
“What type?”
“You know… watching people… stalkerish.” Maria nodded.
“Well with a family like mine who’s doubting it?”
“Yeah, right… uh… so what IS your favorite color?”
In the middle of Roswell, in a diner where anyone could see them Michael Guerin and Maria Deluca had a proper, if not strained, conversation.
And when the conversation ended, Maria slipped the small bag of white powder into his bag.
This is wrong, one part of her said.
Don’t feel guilty, ordered the other.
Her father wanted her to ruin Michael Guerin’s life and to do that she had to become his friend.
What kind of sick, twisted world do I live in? She wondered. No wonder I don’t have any friends.
I don’t mind, Maria reminded herself. I like being alone.
Remember that.
Remember that.
She walked home alone, her head buzzing with noise – a complete opposite to the world outside.
Pushing open the trailer door she realized that someone must already be home.
“Dad??” she could see someone sitting on the couch. It wasn’t her father. Her father was still out doing god knows what. “Sean.”
“Ria.” Sean opened his arms for a hug but Maria didn’t respond. It had been a year.
“What are you doing here?”
“Can’t I visit my favorite step cousin anymore?”
“Not if it means selling drugs to her classmates between visits.” Oh, like your Miss Honorable her conscious muttered. But it was squished and small and not loud enough to be heard.
Sean’s face feel.
“How did d’yeh know about that?” Maria shrugged.
“Doesn’t matter.” But realization suddenly dawned on Sean.
“Ohh.” He murmured slowly. “He’s got you too hasn’t he?” Maria raised a shoulder, she was in no mood for this line of conversation.
“He always had me.” She muttered cryptically. “Maddie’s not going to like you working with dad again you know.” It was Sean’s turn to shrug.
“What mom doesn’t know can’t hurt her. We’ll be done with it in a month or so and then I’m out of it for good. Swear.”
“And while you’re here how many other lives are you planning on ruining?”
“Hey! I haven’t ruined…If it wasn’t for me you’d be dead!”
“And I’m forever grateful.” Maria said sarcastically. She turned away from Sean, rubbing her wrists subconsciously. Count on Sean to bring up supposedly forgotten memories.
“And don’t you dare go telling your little boyfriend what’s going on.”
“WHAT?”
“I saw you at the Crashdown earlier.” MICHAEL??
“You’re nuts. I was doing something for dad.” Sean raised his eyebrows.
“You were smiling Maria Deluca and you don’t smile.”
“Please.” Maria snorted. “Don’t make me humor you.”
“Yeah well, whatever just keep your priorities straight and your mouth shut. And remember, you still owe me.” Maria rolled her eyes.
“Like I’d tell Michael Guerin anything.” She wouldn’t. Michael Guerin was just another one of a long line of spoilt brats and he deserved whatever he had coming. Yes, that was all he was.
No one.
I won’t feel guilty for something’s that’s not my fault.
She promised herself she wouldn’t.
But she did.
i went to school
got into an arguement about religion
learnt the sin rule regarding trig
did not do homework and wrote this.
it was fasinating, my imaginatin just came back from america and won't shut up. ah well, its for the best.
________________________________________________________
Chapter 10: Remember That
For all her life it seemed that her father had some kind of personal grudge against Hank Guerin. And for all her life she had been a weapon for her father to use against Hank Guerin.
“When the opportunity presents itself,” her father would always say, “Use it.”
Maria was in the same class at Michael Guerin the opportunity had not just presented itself, it had put on a bikini and danced around a pole.
In the past, it had always been simple things… messing with the math test results or breaking school property and blaming Michael. Stuff that would screw up your day but not your life. Maria pocketed the small bag of white powder that her father had left for her.
This time would be different.
Hank Guerin was a cold hearted bastard: that Maria knew. But that was all she knew, why her father was bent on ruining his life she didn’t have a clue. She didn’t care much for the reason either.
Maria rolled here eyes and standing up mumbled to herself. “Get it over with.”
But this was bigger than a math test.
She shook her head, and ordering herself not to think about it too much, pushed open the door of the Crashdown, heading towards Michael.
In her short life Maria had ended more than her fair share of her conversations but never had she started one. Ever.
Putting on her glasses she sat down opposite Michael. He was sitting alone in the corner booth of the restaurant looking thoroughly depressed.
And here I am trying to make his life hell. How screwed up am I???
She decided to be someone else for the sake of her already minuscule conscience… it was easier done than said.
“Is anyone sitting here?” Michael blinked several times and then several times more.
“What do you want?” he asked abruptly.
“Don’t worry, I wont kill you.” The statement would have sounded odd coming from anyone but a Deluca.
Michael nodded slowly. “What are you doing?” he watched Maria suspiciously but she didn’t seem to mind.
“I can sit here,” She said, “If I want. It’s a free country isn’t it?”
“Whatever.” Michael shrugged, he wasn’t in the mood to talk to Maria, not in such a public place and not when he knew she was almost certainly in cahoots with her cousin. Probably come to rub it in my face. Michael glared at her and then was surprised when Maria smiled a small smile back at him. The smile grew bigger and it didn’t take Michael long to realize it was a fake.
Maria Deluca was a schemer
Schemers had surrounded him his entire life – it didn’t take long for Michael to spot one, not even if she happened to be in disguise.
“What’s your favorite color?” Michael blinked as Maria took a folded piece of A4 paper out of her jacket pocket.
“You carry your homework around in you pocket?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I wore this jacket when we were given the homework, moron. Don’t look so surprised.” She continued even though Michael didn’t. “I don’t have a never ending wardrobe like you.”
“Witty.” He could feel the hate vibes coming off of her and thoroughly disliked her presence. That was a first for him. Maria rolled here eyes, standing up. Good, she was leaving.
“I’m going to assume its me that you hate most.” She said quietly.
“What?” Maria sat back down, smiling to herself. Damn, she’s staying.
“Question five on my list, who do you hate most? It’s me isn’t it? Don’t worry,” she added loosely. “I’m high up on a lot peoples hate lists. It doesn’t bother me.”
“Um… good.”
“It is isn’t it?” she said, still smiling. “Your turn.”
“For what?” he looked at her coldly. She was up to something.
“The homework you care so much about?”
"What? oh..." This was what he wanted wasn’t it? To finish the stupid assignment? “Uh… homework, yeah right…”
Michael tried to remember the questions that he had wrote but couldn’t so asked the same question back.
“…Who do you hate most?” she paused and Michael was sure it had nothing to do with thinking of an answer but instead deciding whether she should answer.
“Everyone.” Maria replied simply.
“Really…?…everyone…?” she was a psychopath.
“Yip.”
“Why?” Maria shrugged and again she was deciding whether she should answer.
“Cause…” she considered her answer slowly. It wouldn’t be the truth, Michael realized, she would lie. “Because… I dunno really, I suppose I just… watch… a lot of people and they… well I know they…” she shrugged hopelessly. “It’s none of your business anyway.”
Michael nodded – it wasn’t.
“You seem like the type.” He said after a moments pause.
“What type?”
“You know… watching people… stalkerish.” Maria nodded.
“Well with a family like mine who’s doubting it?”
“Yeah, right… uh… so what IS your favorite color?”
In the middle of Roswell, in a diner where anyone could see them Michael Guerin and Maria Deluca had a proper, if not strained, conversation.
And when the conversation ended, Maria slipped the small bag of white powder into his bag.
This is wrong, one part of her said.
Don’t feel guilty, ordered the other.
Her father wanted her to ruin Michael Guerin’s life and to do that she had to become his friend.
What kind of sick, twisted world do I live in? She wondered. No wonder I don’t have any friends.
I don’t mind, Maria reminded herself. I like being alone.
Remember that.
Remember that.
She walked home alone, her head buzzing with noise – a complete opposite to the world outside.
Pushing open the trailer door she realized that someone must already be home.
“Dad??” she could see someone sitting on the couch. It wasn’t her father. Her father was still out doing god knows what. “Sean.”
“Ria.” Sean opened his arms for a hug but Maria didn’t respond. It had been a year.
“What are you doing here?”
“Can’t I visit my favorite step cousin anymore?”
“Not if it means selling drugs to her classmates between visits.” Oh, like your Miss Honorable her conscious muttered. But it was squished and small and not loud enough to be heard.
Sean’s face feel.
“How did d’yeh know about that?” Maria shrugged.
“Doesn’t matter.” But realization suddenly dawned on Sean.
“Ohh.” He murmured slowly. “He’s got you too hasn’t he?” Maria raised a shoulder, she was in no mood for this line of conversation.
“He always had me.” She muttered cryptically. “Maddie’s not going to like you working with dad again you know.” It was Sean’s turn to shrug.
“What mom doesn’t know can’t hurt her. We’ll be done with it in a month or so and then I’m out of it for good. Swear.”
“And while you’re here how many other lives are you planning on ruining?”
“Hey! I haven’t ruined…If it wasn’t for me you’d be dead!”
“And I’m forever grateful.” Maria said sarcastically. She turned away from Sean, rubbing her wrists subconsciously. Count on Sean to bring up supposedly forgotten memories.
“And don’t you dare go telling your little boyfriend what’s going on.”
“WHAT?”
“I saw you at the Crashdown earlier.” MICHAEL??
“You’re nuts. I was doing something for dad.” Sean raised his eyebrows.
“You were smiling Maria Deluca and you don’t smile.”
“Please.” Maria snorted. “Don’t make me humor you.”
“Yeah well, whatever just keep your priorities straight and your mouth shut. And remember, you still owe me.” Maria rolled her eyes.
“Like I’d tell Michael Guerin anything.” She wouldn’t. Michael Guerin was just another one of a long line of spoilt brats and he deserved whatever he had coming. Yes, that was all he was.
No one.
I won’t feel guilty for something’s that’s not my fault.
She promised herself she wouldn’t.
But she did.