Good Sunday to all! Here I am, after nearly a month with a new update of the Kennedys. Unfortunately, the schools involved and so far, including placement tests, exercises and questions start, the first two weeks have flown. Meanwhile, however, I had to work with Kennedy, and even if it took a bit 'longer than expected, in the end I did it. Of course I continue to follow you as you can see by the comments. Your stories are central to my XD a few hours of relaxation. But after these pleasantries, I leave you with a new episode of Kennedy.
WARNING: Presence, sometimes with a profanity.
"So James ... what did you do last night with Jessica or Alicia or whatever you call it?" I asked Grandpa Chuck.
"The usual grandfather walk in the moonlight, snog in the home and away with the next story," I replied.
It was good to change girl every night. I could taste different lips, different eyes, different hair as well ...
"James know I do not approve of this and your lifestyle. I, the grandmother and your father love you and we care about you. "
stirred the papers and sighed.
"My father did not give a damn about me ever. They do not give a damn is also the mother. That sprouts its face. " How dare that guy, all taken from his tubes, or not to tell me what should I do?
"James ... you know what I also think about this story. The death of your mother has nothing to do with your father's work commitments. "
"Grandpa feel ... I do not give un'accidenti him and what he did. You called me here to play poker no? So let this blessed game before I change my mind. "
Grandpa sighed. He and grandmother were always so patient with me and tried not to ever miss the love of a family. But what I'd lost you could not replace.
"Dear nephew, you're out: aces full," he gloats satisfied.
"But how the hell are you doing? It's not that you cheated? ".
"I could never against my beloved nephew! And then I have to refer back to an expense that I have done recently. "
I looked at him strange and suspicious to me.
"What cost? Do not tell me ... oh fuck grandfather, at your age! Bravo old fox! "Exclaimed giving him a vigorous pat on the shoulder.
"What do you understand? But are you crazy? I would never betray your grandmother! I'm talking about something for you. "
"Have not you keep on your toes!" I said.
"Well ... everything arrived this morning. You'll have to work for a while '. "
still do not understand I followed him outside. My grandfather opened the garage door and entered.
"Here your new car. "
appeared before me, once I got used to the dim light, a pile of rusty scrap metal scattered around the room.
"You're kidding right? It is an anachronism that stuff. "
"You're not the one who loves challenges, who likes to soil the hands, who loves the car engines ... Here you go: have fun!" He said.
"But here you have to start from scratch ... not even the tires!" I was very demoralized. I was fond of cars and mopeds, and occasionally someone repaired it in black, but in this case I had to recreate the nothing that a cart was able to walk.
Since then my goal was set in motion that jalopy. The afternoon I was working on the machine
and evening walk with me some nice chick.
Gradually that mass of waste became more like a machine
, and when winter comes, I finally finished my work.
The car was ready. Since then became like a jewel for me, more important than anything in the world. On the right side, I wrote in small print the company name: Kitty. My mom would not have remained.
"Did you see that you did it? And you thought you could not get it, "said the grandfather, his chest swelled.
"At least all those hours spent on the car magazines have borne fruit," said the beaming grandmother. Backy
Grandma has always been very concerned about my grades in school. I never cared much, but she is. I am often caught with some magazine car engine or something and went on a rampage. But now his eyes were proud of me and what I had done.
"Come on boy! Go up and try to give her a ride. "
When I removed the crushed hand brake to the accelerator, I felt like Batman in his Batmobile. Ok maybe a little exaggerated but the beauty that I was driving was the result of my blood, of my labors. Running on asphalt I did not notice that night had become. The sun had set and my car's headlights illuminated the road ahead of me.
decided to stop in a place where I would surely have met with some knowledge. They got out and ricontrollai several times if he was alright. Then I walked those streets semi-dark and almost completely deserted.
"Let me go! Aaaah! ". A female voice had interrupted my thoughts. Accell
up to see what the hell was going on. I saw those two bastards that Tony George and took it with a blonde girl.
"Hey guys ... what the hell are you doing?".
"Hey boss!" I Tony said, "We found this beautiful chick ... we were just going for a ride ... is not it?".
"S-it!" Said one frightened.
"I do not think very well! Do you feel to disappear after two seconds of what I call some of my friends to help me to break your fucking face. "
"We were not doing anything wrong ... but if you put it so ... well ... we jumped off," said George. The two fled fearful
away in no time at all. George and Tony were famous throughout the city to be inflated balloon without a shred of backbone. I'm not scared at all get into fights with them ... their faces gave me sick.
"Well now you're free to go wherever you want! Good luck! "I said to the girl, giving her shoulders.
"Wait!" Came embarrassed "I wanted to thank you ... I'm new to this city and I had lost."
"But how the hell do you stay with bare shoulders without taking cold? "I asked, amazed.
"My father is of Swedish origin, and I spent my childhood in a small town near Stockholm. For about 12 years now live here in the U.S. and recently I moved here with my mother after my parents diverziato. Anyway ... my name is Sofi. "
looked at her oddly as if I had an alien in front. He talked and talked and talked and talked again. But he had a very gentle voice characterized by a Swedish accent almost entirely disappeared. Looking better, also, was very nice. He had pale skin and blond hair fell to her shoulders soft and smooth as silk. The lips were actually as red as blood and fleshy.
"Nice to meet you. My name is James ... want a ride back home? "I asked.
"Um ... really ... I ran away from home."
"What? But are you crazy? Your mother is very worried about you. "
"can not. My mother thinks only of his career. Not even notice me. " Sofi
Suddenly I saw a part of me. She also had a parent who neglected her business, she too had a loved one away from you and could not embrace him once more.
"Listen ... if you want you can stop for the night from me. Tomorrow I will help you to resolve this matter. " I did not want to leave her alone with people like George and Tony around.
"Oh ... well I do not know. We do not even know. But do not look bad ... I've just saved after all. "
"So you agree or not?" I asked her abruptly.
"OK, ok, ok ... I am."
We went to the car and asked her to sit. I do not know if I was doing the right thing but Sofi had hit me a lot. I never said that in this world of shit there was someone who shared my same fate. All this made me feel less alone.
"Are you sure what you're doing? Well ... I do not know anything about me, "he said on the car.
"And what can you do? Steal my Play Station? "I said teasing. Sofi
folded his hands to his chest and pouted for the rest of the trip. Thank God for having shut your mouth! When we arrived at the destination I took a moment on the sidelines before going inside. Only when I arrived I thought of the possible reaction my grandparents.
"I do not know if my grandparents will agree to keep for the night but I will try to convince you. You see how to behave well ... you understand? ".
Probably I was too grumpy but Sofi did not pay much attention.
"Quiet ... Do not steal the Play Station."
We climbed the stairs and then go inside the house.
Along the way, looked better. Sofi was beautiful. In addition to having an amazingly perfect despite what he went through could still smile. I could not be so rotten ... I saw everywhere, but not in her.
"Grandma I'm back!" I yelled once inside.
"James was so worried ... but where have you been? And who is this girl? "Asked her grandmother Backy.
"Grandma Sofi ... Met a girl I met. For tonight we will sleep if you do not mind. " I avoided saying that I knew from a few hours and had run away from home.
"Okay ... prepare the bed in the lounge. You do not mind if you sleep there, Sofi? I do not recommend sleeping in the same room with my nephew. "
"GRANDMA!" Yelled showing the ugliest face I could do.
"I was just kidding honey. Show her a little 'house while I fix everything. My grandfather would return from work at times. "
Condussi Sofi upstairs and I showed him my room. Melancholy She sat on my bed staring at a point in a vacuum.
"And now why are you so sad? Before you ended up not talking! "I told her I try to be more polite.
"You have such a beautiful family."
"You're wrong ... in fact we are more alike than you think." This statement intrigued me very Sofi.
"What are you saying? You have two wonderful grandparents who are waiting for you at home and give you a lot of affection. When I come home I can not find anyone but the narcissist to my mother. "
Sofi's eyes had gone from a sad and melancholy full of anger. I opened his eyes for a moment and ... what the hell was I doing? Until now I thought I would be sad and dejected, yet ... yet Sofi is even worse than me.
"Sofi ... I'm sorry I did not want to be so ... as they say ... insensitive. But if you want tomorrow to help resolve this matter ... for tonight, but do not worry. I let you sleep in my bed if you like ... I'll sleep in the living room. "
Where the hell all this kindness went out for a girl? I was what took them with violence and abandoned as if nothing had happened. I was softening.
"Oh James ... you and your grandmother are very kind to me but I can not evicted from your room."
"Do not worry ... I do not cost anything ... and if you want the Play Station is there ... in case you want to steal it!" I said smiling and she smiled back. Yes, I was definitely softening.
Continued ...
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