Pairing: implied Derek x Travis, Matt x Sonny,
Summary: Matt is 18 and his brother Evan (http://community.livejournal.com/fftlove/3715.html#cutid1) is 16. Travis and Derek are also 18. They all live in Orlando. Matt’s mother decides to take in a foreign exchange student from Sicily (the little island that the Italian boot is kicking); his name is Sonny and he’s 16. Matt doesn’t quite like this idea and decides to make Sonny’s stay as hellious as possible…until he starts to fall for little Sonny…
Disclaimer: NOT true. Happened in my head, obviously…
Author’s Note: THANK YOU so fucking much to anybody (and everybody) who reads/comments my stories!! I appreciate it SO much!!! ^_^
Chapter 1: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/7865.html
Chapter 2: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8320.html
Chapter 3: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8485.html
Chapter 4: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8964.html
Chapter 5: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/9949.html
Chapter 6: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/10311.html
Chapter 7: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/11075.html
Chapter 8: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/11878.html
Chapter 9: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/12195.html
Chapter 10: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/12754.html
Chapter 11: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/13309.html
Chapter 12: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14222.html
Chapter 13: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14446.html
Chapter 14: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14919.html
Chapter 15: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/16118.html
Chapter 16: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/16978.html
“Who hit you?!” I demand as we enter the house.
“I got into fight.”
“Who?” I repeat. Sonny stares at me without saying a word. He just sits silently on the couch.
I sigh, “What happened?” I sit beside him.
“Who?!” I insist
“Jorginson.” Evan informs me, eating an apple.
I look at Sonny who’s glaring at my brother.
“Why don’t you have Evan tell you?”
“Sonny, please tell me what happened.”
“Ok, well we were talk about US intervention overseas, and I asked why America go into other countries without good reason. And he said it was because America was better than all the other countries. He said it was America’s right and duty. And I said America was not better than the world. And he said they have more money, which is true, but it doesn’t make them better. I said there is also lots of crime here. And he mentioned the mafia. And I said at least they know of justice. He asked how and I said if someone kill a person without good reason, they die. Here they get ten years in jail. How is that fair? That victim’s live is over, yet the killer lives?! How many must you kill before you die? In the Don’s land, you kill, you die, you rape, it is cut off, you steal, you pay back double or lose a finger or two. That is justice—eye for eye. He said that was stupid and the Don was killer. I said there was good reason—is different. He didn’t see the different. So I gave him a example: My aunt got pregnant with her lover who was already married—but she didn’t know that. He didn’t want wife to know so he kill her. My mom went to the Don and told him. The next day, we receive gifts and he was dead. But if that had happened here, he could have paid his way out or gone to jail for ten or twenty years. That is not justice.
“Then he said that if my aunt wasn’t a slut…Typical American: blame the victim. But I got so mad I jump from my seat and tackle him on ground. I punch him and say never talk about my family. He shove me and we fight. We get in school uspension. I think mom will be mad at me.”
“Wow.” I’ll freakin’ kill this kid. I pet Sonny’s hair. “Don’t worry about it. Let me go get something for your bruises.”
I head into the kitchen. Evan follows me.
“Don’t start feelin’ all bad for him…”
“Why?” I ask, rummaging in the cabinets.
“Jorginson is like 6 foot. Sonny knocked him to the ground and started pummeling the shit outta him. It took him and another dude to get Sonny off! Only then, when he was on his feet, could he fight back. Yeah, Sonny got a few hits to the face and one to the stomach, but he gave out a ton more. He got a good crotch-shot too.”
“Jorginson got his ass kicked by little Sonny?”
“I got proof.”
Evan takes out his phone and shows me a video of the fight. He wasn’t lying. Sonny was pissed.
“Why didn’t you help?” I ask, smacking him upside the head.
“I wasn’t gonna get involved; plus he had it taken care of anyway.”
“No, he didn’t. He still got hurt.” I grab the cream I wanted and go back to the living room, Evan in tow.
“This’ll take away the mark.” I sit by him. “Close your eyes. I’ll put it on for you.” He complies and I put it on as gently as I can.
“There!” I say once I’ve finished. He smiles as Mom walks in.
“Matthew!” she screams, “What did you do to him?!” She raises her arm to smack me, but Sonny stops her.
“No! I wasn’t Matt. I got into fight at school.” He looks down and hands her the paper to sign.
I glare at her. Why am I always suspect number one? And why isn’t Evan number two?
“Matt, don’t teach him to fight in school!”
I knew this would somehow be my fault.
“No, see, it wasn’t my fault, he got into a fight because someone said something bad about his family. If someone said something bad about you I’d just laugh and agree.”
“You are awful.” She glares at me. I smile innocently.
“Sonny, fighting isn’t the answer.” She says, petting his hair.
“I know, but no one says that my aunt was dumb. No one blames her for getting killed—”
Sonny tells Mom what he told me. She decides that was a good enough reason, and not punish him (although, what could she really do anyway?). She warns him not to do it again. He nods and we go to the room.
I hug him and try to kiss him, but he’s not in the mood. He flops on his bed. I sit on the edge watching him.
“I miss my family.” He whispers.
“Call them,” I hand him my cell.
“But it’s long distance.”
“Not on a cell.”
“Really?” His face lights up as he dials the number. Soon he’s speaking rapid Sicilian. Some of which I’m able to pick up, due to our ‘lessons’ which have been going really well, actually.
While he chats, I go online. I talk to Derek on instant messenger and find out what he and Trav wanted to do yesterday evening: set off fireworks in the park. He said they saved ‘em for tonight and not to cop out or we’d miss them. He said they’d pick us up at 11. I tell him about Sonny’s fight. He, too, wants to see Evan’s video. I tell him I’ll have Ev send it to me. He says Ev can come along, so I invite him (via AIM ‘cause I’m too lazy to walk across the hall). He agrees and I tell him he better not be a prick or his ass is grass.
Sonny, Evan and I are standing outside ten minutes before 11, waiting. Sonny’s in a better mood, his head resting on my arm.
“You smell like love.” Sonny informs me.
“You just do.”
He snuggles into me, sniffing my chest. I laugh.
“You guys are weird.” Evan raises an eyebrow at us.
“Do you want to smell him?”
“No, thanks, I’ve smelled his stinky ass for 16 years, thank you very much.”
Derek and Travis pull up in Derek’s mom’s van. We climb in.
“Ya good today, Matt, no raging erections?” Trav mocks.
“Ha ha.” I roll my eyes.
“Smuggling any squirrels in you pants?” Der adds.
“Yes, one for each of you.”
“Sweet,” Trav says.
“You go about your business when we left?” Derek asks.
“Hell yes! We made our own fireworks.” I wink.
“He’s lying.” Sonny announces. “We had sex instead.”
Everybody starts laughing. I give Sonny a weird look and he just smiles. Sometimes I really don’t get him.
We arrive at the park and start setting the fireworks up. Sonny’s excited and wants to make sure he gets to set some off. All five of us grab one and set them off at the same time. We set some off on the playground, just for the hell of it.
In the excitement, I lost Sonny. I look around the playground. I lean against one of those little tunnels kids crawl through.
“Ev, where’s Son?”
“He was right by you…”
“I know he was…”
Evan starts laughing and points behind me. I turn to see an eye watching me from one of the holes in the tunnel.
“Sonny, get outta there!”
I hear him giggling inside.
“Go in and get him!” Ev suggests.
Still inside, Sonny screams.
“Pwned!” We hear Travis scream from inside the tunnel.
“Looks like Trav already got him.” I say.
They both come out and we continue setting off the fireworks until they’re gone. Once they are gone, Sonny takes to the swings. Travis runs over there, Derek following right behind him.
“What’s the rush?” I ask as Evan takes off too. I walk over and instantly I realize what it was. There are 5 regular swings and 1 oversized baby swing.
“You cunts! Give the tallest one the baby swing, you asses!”
“You’ll fit,” Evan teases, “It’s for big babies.” I debate attacking my brother for the swing, but decide I don’t have the energy. I eye the swing, deciding to take my chances.
I shimmy myself into it as they laugh. I don’t quite fit.
“My ass is too big!” I inform them, standing back up. Sonny jumps off his swing and comes over. He plops into the swing.
I smile, “Sure.” It’s been a long time since I’ve pushed someone on a swing. Oh, well, if that’s what he wants…I keep pushing him until, without warning he leaps from the swing. He lands on his feet, smiling.
“Ya coulda warned me.” I chide.
“Ok, I jump.”
“A little late now.”
We get home a little after 2 AM. Sonny fell asleep on the car ride home. I carry him up to bed and lay him down gently. He moans and opens his eyes a little. I kiss his forehead. He smiles and goes back to sleep.
I smile back at him.
Jorginson is a dead man.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is what inspired Sonny's beatin.'
Blind Patriotism: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/16149.html
Also "fire works" translated into Italian came out as impianti del fuoco literally "systems of the fire"