Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ stay away ❯ Navarro ( Chapter 1 )
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By: demonicgirl 
Faye has alittle bad luck with her new life...sorry if the storys cut off..it is finished im just having some trouble!
Anime/Manga: Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.21.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 829 | Status: Completed
Faye has alittle bad luck with her new life...sorry if the storys cut off..it is finished im just having some trouble!
Anime/Manga: Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.21.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 829 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own cowboy bebop… so please don’t sue! Thank you!
Little note:
This story takes place about a year after Spike leaves the Bebop. Faye left shortly after and started her “new life”. Faye might seem a little different from what she was on the Bebop but it is because she got her memories back and now is kind of a mix of the old and new Faye. She can still kick ass but just isn’t quite as sure of herself anymore but don’t worry you’ll still see a lot of the old Faye. Anyway enough yapping, enjoy the story and please review…and ideas are welcome too.
Stay Away!
Navarro
My apartment was a wreck. It would probably just be easier to move. I stood in the door way considering this notion. I figured the mess wasn't going anywhere else so I went to check on my precious room. Besides if I was real lucky maybe little magical nymphs would come and clean it all up. I stepped into my room only to have a freak out. Shit! I stay out one night and I get robbed blind! Who was I kidding?? I had nothing to steal but my miniature TV, my toaster, and my head phone set which they greedily took. I wasn't too mad about the stealing part but I was royally pissed about the trashing my apartment part. My dresser was knocked over, clothes scattered everywhere, my bed flipped over, and glass all over from my newly broken window. Grr, I really wanted to kill somebody or hit something but I settled for a loud shriek.
I walked out of my room and towards the bathroom which had been left alone. I walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. If I were to stay in here I might be able to just forget about the mess. I let out a sigh as I looked into my mirror. Boy I need some makeup but I settled on taking a nice hot bath instead. I started the water and added some of those pretty bath confetti things. I grabbed a nearby clip and pulled all of my long purple hair back. Quickly I stripped off my clothes and hopped into the tub, wishing for my headset.
An hour later, I awoke still in the tub. A quick panic came over me as I jumped out of the tub. I stopped myself before I opened the door. No need to rush because yesterday I had been fired from my job at the art gallery. I should have figured I'd never pull that job off. I'm not exactly the delicate type. The sculpture I knocked over was ugly anyway, so really they should have given me a raise. Argh, the more I thought about it the angrier I got. It was the art gallery's fault that my apartment was this way. If they would have never fired me, my friends wouldn't have taken me out last night and I wouldn't have gotten so drunk that I had to stay at my friend's place. I felt my face getting hotter as these thoughts rushed threw my mind. I looked at my face and saw it was as red as a tomato. I was so angry I was hearing a ringing noise. After a second, I realized that the ringing wasn't in my head but it was my phone. I wrapped a towel around me and answered the phone. Man, I wish I hadn't answered it.
"Hey." Was all the sexy voice said. Eee, I knew exactly who that was. It was my super hot friend, Navarro. I was introduced to him, by my friend Lola, about a month back. Not to brag or anything but I think Navarro favors me or I pray that he does. He doesn't really say much about himself, he prefers to make fun of me. All I really know about him is that he's about six foot, sandy blonde hair that flicks out every which way in short, spiky strands, delicious brown eyes, with a perfectly build tan body. He wasn't too thin or too built, just right. Oh yeah and I know he's a hit man. As you can tell, most the things I know about him are physical features.
"Hey, Faye, I know your there. I heard some drool hit the phone." Eww, did I really drool? I looked at the phone’s mouth piece. Spit free. “Whatever. What do I owe the honor of this call?” I whined into the phone, still trying really hard to make it sound like I had a life and was a very busy person. A long moment of silence came over the phone. Then it hit me. “This is a pity call, isn’t it? Cause I got fired and now you want to be nice to me?” Another moment of silence passed before he spoke up, “Sweetie, I call you every other day.” I had to think about that for a second. He wasn’t lying but usually I was at work so we never got to really talk and when I called him he never answered but we usually did get to see each other once a week. That day was always my favorite day. “Well then what do you really want?” I questioned his intentions again. “Lunch. Same place as always.” And then he hung up. Geez, love you too.
I ran quickly into my ransacked room and found a pair of jean with a white t-shirt. Pulled my hair into a bumpy ponytail, added some makeup and ran out the door with my super cool sunglasses. The place I was going was only a few blocks away. I figured I could walk the distance. Hoped I could walk the distance. As I walked on my pace went slower and slower. I estimated my speed at about the speed of a turtle. Hell, I was way out of shape. I use to be in perfect shape.
I walked into the little pizza shop. The smoky atmosphere was relaxing to my nerves. I use to be a heavy smoker but now I smoked only now and then. I searched around the green painted pizza shop from Navarro but didn't spot him. Hmm, maybe I'm a faster walker then I thought. I picked a red booth in the back of the shop so I could watch the door. Navarro always had away of sneaking up on people. I was going to catch him if it was the last thing I did.
The painting near the door caught my attention as I sat there, waiting. It was of a boy with green hair standing on an old fishing boat. I couldn't help but smile at myself. It brought back memories of people who were no longer in my life. Sometimes I’m glad their gone. Not trying to sound heartless or anything, but sometimes it’s good to get a fresh start, which includes new people too.
"What would you like to drink?" the blue haired waitress asked me as I gazed at the painting. "Coke." I answered, not shifting my gaze. "And for you sir?" Sir? I looked across the table and saw Navarro smiling at me with his perfect grin. I felt my mouth drop open, hoping it was from shock and not admiration for his smile. "Coke too." he answered while staring at me. The waitress walked away. "How the hell did you?" I asked as I felt my eye brow twitching. "Maybe if you didn't zone out so much?" he answered simply. “I didn’t zone out. I mean I was looking only a foot away from the front door." He laughed at me. "Sweetie, I came in right through those front doors" he said while pointing at them, “Do you think I’m superman or something?” I thought about it for a second. He had the look to be superman, the style, the body, the slickness, and everything else he needed. I studied his outfit, wondering if he was hiding the costume under his clothes. It might just be true. Oh my god! I could be sitting next to superman.
"Are you thinking crazy thoughts again?" he asked. "No!" I defend myself, my voice a little too high. "Lola warned me about you," he informed me, "She said you were crazy and had a big imagination. Also told me you use to be a bounty hunter with Spike Spiegel." I narrowed my eyes at him. Great he knew Spike. This universe is way too small; I’m going to need to find me another one. “So you know Spike?” I asked, trying not to freak. “Not really. I knew Julia and she mentioned Spike a lot.” Great, now I have to compete with her again! There most of been a look of horror on my face or maybe frustration cause his next words surprised me. “Don’t worry, Faye, she’s not that great. You know looks can be deceiving.” He informed me. Nuh uh! Liar! Liar! Pants on fire! Looks are all that matters. “Please she was Spike’s world.” I said to him as if I could careless. Maybe I didn’t care and just thought I did. “And he’s very hard to please.” Navarro paused for a moment. “Maybe, can’t say I know about that. All I know is she loved to be center of attention with all the guys. She hated it when guys want her. You my friend are way better then her, including looks.” He winked at me and I felt myself blush. Need to change subject, away from me and my other life.
Just then the waitress brought us are drink and a pepperoni pizza. “We didn’t order yet.” I told her, feeling pretty smart. “I know but Jasper said this is what you guys always get.” And with that she walked away. People and their pushy attitudes! Heh, I’m one to talk. I might have become slightly easier going since I got my memory back but I could still be a bitch, all you have to do is hit the switch. “Enjoy.” Navarro said, handing me hot piece of pizza. I should have known Jasper would order for us. Always trying to impress me. The one time I wanted cheese.
After we finished off the whole extra large pizza, we headed for the door. We reached his black car. I couldn’t tell you what kind of car it was, I’m not really a car person, but I could tell you that it was expensive. “Want a ride?” Tempting. Very tempting but I needed to go home and clean. If I get into that car who knows what would happen. When I’m around Navarro, I always stay in public places. “Nah got to walk off some of that pizza.’’ I said. “Ok, no argument there.” He said. Ugh! Was he calling me fat? “Well I got to go. Oh and don’t tell Lola about this. She always gets angry at me because I never take her anywhere.” After a kiss on the top of my head, he was gone. I stood there for a second before I started on my walk home.
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I opened my eyes and I felt the sun shining down on me. It felt so warm on my face. It felt like I was almost outside. I looked over at my window and realized it was still broken. Then I looked around my room, still a mess. Well except my dresser and bed. I climbed out of bed and jumped over the pile of broken glass. I walk right through my living room, not really looking at anything because I knew what it would look like.
I took a quick shower and the whole getting ready process. Pulling my hair into a bumpy ponytail again and throwing on some holey jeans and t-shirt. Today was cleaning day for me and my bestest friend. I grabbed the phone and dialed Lola’s number. Ring, ring, ring. “Come on answer your phone!” I shouted at the phone. “Hello?” her voice said, sounding like she just woke up. “Hey, get your ass over my house.” I ordered her. She was half way to blame too. Everyone was to blame but me about this mess. “What the hell for?” she hatefully asked. She wasn’t very nice when she gets woken up and she didn’t like taking orders. “To clean my house. Someone broke in.” I heard a noise that was meant for concern, I think. “Are you okay? Wait. I’ll be right over?” and then she hung up. Guess I’ll have to tell her when she gets here that it happened the other day and there’s no need to panic. See what happens when you’re impatient.
About ten minutes later, Lola came bursting through my door. Her short, choppy blonde hair was a mess, which was very unusual. She’s a beauty queen. Her face was still painted with makeup, she never when anywhere with out it on, even to clean. She had on her pink halter with a white miniskirt with her matching pumps. Oh that’s a good cleaning outfit. “Damn girlie, your place is a wreck! You weren’t in here when it happened, where you?” Lola’s voice was now loud and wide awake but she sounded concern. “Nope I was at your house.” She raised an eyebrow at that, “So you lived in this all day yesterday?” she asked, looking around with total disgust. “Yup.” I said proudly. “Right.” She said as she started picking things up. I headed for my room and started cleaning up that mess.
About two hours after cleaning, my room was looking pretty good. I decided to head to the living room to check on Lola. She was vacuuming my couch. “Lola, you can stop now. The living looks great.” And that wasn’t a lie. She turned off the vacuum and stood up. Her white skirt was now a grey color with smudges of other colors on it. “I can’t stop yet. I haven’t dusted yet. Not to mention the rug is still in the hallway.” She said starting the vacuum up again. I made a heavy sigh and head towards my open front door.
As I was about to walk out to retrieve the rug a man came running in. He shoved me hard to the floor and then turned around to slam and lock the door. I looked over to Lola who was now staring at the man, with a frighten look. My gaze shift over to the man. I figured I could take him, if I had the right plan. He was only about 5’8 and looked as if he could fall over any minute from starvation. He’s dirty jeans had holes and white spots on them. He wore a black shirt with some writing on it. His eyes were cold and blood shot. His hair was shaggy, covering the top half of his eyes. His mouth was in a line as he looked over the apartment. He couldn’t be any older then twenty-one.
“Ok,” he said sternly, “Any of you bitches move, I’ll shoot you dead.’’ Ugh, I hate being threatened by little punks and so did Lola. “Hold it now. You better watch yourself. You’re standing next to the great Faye Valentine.” She shouted as she stood up with her manicured hands on his hips. “I’ve never heard of no Faye. So sit your ass back down and shut up.” He said taking a step away from the door. Just then a bunch of footsteps came running through the hall. I could hear men shouting. It sounded to me like they were searching for someone. My guess was that this asshole is the guy their searching for. “Anyone make a peep and you’re as good as dead.” He said taking another step, closer to me and my position on the floor now. Lola looked at me, encouraging me to do something. Hell, I should do something! This was my apartment. I lifted myself from the floor, and made eye contact with the guy. I was about a foot away from him now. He flinched only for a second before pointing his gun at me now. Ugh, this isn’t going to be my week. Why couldn’t he be all talk? “What do you want? Are you the asshole who robbed me the other night? Is that why those men are after you?” I questioned him, finding myself being awfully brave. “Hell no lady, I didn’t rob the dump or anyone else’s shitty house.” He laughed. “Hey now!” I said. “What you going to do about it?” he once again laughed at me, lowering his gun to his side.
This was my chance since this guy was stupid enough to lower his gun. I quickly tackled him at his waist. We both went tumbling down onto the sofa, only to bounce onto the floor. I heard Lola scramble off to somewhere. I also heard his gun go flying. Finally something goes right. As soon as we landed on the floor, he started squirming like crazy. I managed to stay on top of him for about five seconds. I felt one of his knuckles make contact with my stomach. I rolled off of him and to the floor, lying straight as a bored. I regained my breath quickly. I looked over him and was relieved to find him still on the floor, still breathing heavy. He was just laying there like a big idiot. He must have thought he had finished me off or something because he didn't seem all that worried. Stupid kid. I jumped up to my feet and sent a swift kick to his stomach. Opps, big mistake. He grabbed my ankle and whirled me down next to him, once again laying flat to the floor. I never realized how pretty my ceiling really was. I tried to get up but he had already straddled me. Shit! This is going to be bad. “You’re going to regret that.” He smiled down at me. “I don’t have regrets.” I answered calmly, though scared out of my mind. A flash of angry over took his face as he punch me square in the nose. “Ahh. You piece of shit boy!” I screamed as I tried to wiggle my way free. My arms tried to come to my nose but it was no use; he had his skinny ass glued still. I then looked around for Lola. She was nowhere in sight. I started to struggle again as I began to panic. My friend had left me! Suddenly the boy’s body went limp and his chest was all in my face. What had happened? I hurled him off of me and just lay there. I could feel the blood ooze out of my nose. I felt gross!
I heard footsteps coming towards me. Lola? I slowly sat up to find Navarro and Lola looking down at me. I scrambled to me feet. “Don’t look at me!” I ordered as I turned my back to them, covering my nose with my hands. “Faye, don’t be stupid. We have to have a look at you nose.” Lola said firmly. “No, I look awful.” I said barely above a whisper. I was not use to being the one injured. “Don’t matter sweetie.” Navarro said as he turned me around. He didn’t say anything as he led me to my kitchen. “Well I’m going to go home, Faye. Don’t mean to leave you at a time like this but I need a nap or pills or something! You can come over later. Hell you can spend the night if you want since everyone’s after your apartment.” She offered as she gathered her things. “Oh and if you want to stop the bleeding you can stick a tampon up your nose.” And with that she was gone. She was so thoughtful.
“I think it stopped bleeding, but if you want to make sure we can stick a tampon up your nose.” Navarro said. Oh that would be a sight. “I rather not.” I said, not really finding the humor in it all. “Fine, don’t get all huffy about it. Now stay still.” He said as he wiped away the blood. I felt myself straighten. Not sure because of the pain or of his touch. I figured I looked like an idiot and would no longer be Navarro’s favorite. Navarro stepped away from me. Oh no! Half a second later, he came back with a baggy full of ice. “Here so it doesn’t swell.” I did as he said. We sat there for a couple of minutes. I was staring at the ground but I could feel him staring at me. “Lola said you were quite the fighter. Want to help me on my next target.” He offered. I stared blankly at him. He’s joking right? I just the shit beat out of me! “I’m serious sweetie. Don’t you need a job?” I nodded my head. “Well I need a partner. If all goes well you could have you a new career. You can shoot a gun right?” I nodded my head. I could shoot a gun better then I could punch hell probably better then I could read. “Then it’s settled.” He said while helping himself to some of my food. Great, now I’m a hit woman.
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Little note:
This story takes place about a year after Spike leaves the Bebop. Faye left shortly after and started her “new life”. Faye might seem a little different from what she was on the Bebop but it is because she got her memories back and now is kind of a mix of the old and new Faye. She can still kick ass but just isn’t quite as sure of herself anymore but don’t worry you’ll still see a lot of the old Faye. Anyway enough yapping, enjoy the story and please review…and ideas are welcome too.
Stay Away!
Navarro
My apartment was a wreck. It would probably just be easier to move. I stood in the door way considering this notion. I figured the mess wasn't going anywhere else so I went to check on my precious room. Besides if I was real lucky maybe little magical nymphs would come and clean it all up. I stepped into my room only to have a freak out. Shit! I stay out one night and I get robbed blind! Who was I kidding?? I had nothing to steal but my miniature TV, my toaster, and my head phone set which they greedily took. I wasn't too mad about the stealing part but I was royally pissed about the trashing my apartment part. My dresser was knocked over, clothes scattered everywhere, my bed flipped over, and glass all over from my newly broken window. Grr, I really wanted to kill somebody or hit something but I settled for a loud shriek.
I walked out of my room and towards the bathroom which had been left alone. I walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. If I were to stay in here I might be able to just forget about the mess. I let out a sigh as I looked into my mirror. Boy I need some makeup but I settled on taking a nice hot bath instead. I started the water and added some of those pretty bath confetti things. I grabbed a nearby clip and pulled all of my long purple hair back. Quickly I stripped off my clothes and hopped into the tub, wishing for my headset.
An hour later, I awoke still in the tub. A quick panic came over me as I jumped out of the tub. I stopped myself before I opened the door. No need to rush because yesterday I had been fired from my job at the art gallery. I should have figured I'd never pull that job off. I'm not exactly the delicate type. The sculpture I knocked over was ugly anyway, so really they should have given me a raise. Argh, the more I thought about it the angrier I got. It was the art gallery's fault that my apartment was this way. If they would have never fired me, my friends wouldn't have taken me out last night and I wouldn't have gotten so drunk that I had to stay at my friend's place. I felt my face getting hotter as these thoughts rushed threw my mind. I looked at my face and saw it was as red as a tomato. I was so angry I was hearing a ringing noise. After a second, I realized that the ringing wasn't in my head but it was my phone. I wrapped a towel around me and answered the phone. Man, I wish I hadn't answered it.
"Hey." Was all the sexy voice said. Eee, I knew exactly who that was. It was my super hot friend, Navarro. I was introduced to him, by my friend Lola, about a month back. Not to brag or anything but I think Navarro favors me or I pray that he does. He doesn't really say much about himself, he prefers to make fun of me. All I really know about him is that he's about six foot, sandy blonde hair that flicks out every which way in short, spiky strands, delicious brown eyes, with a perfectly build tan body. He wasn't too thin or too built, just right. Oh yeah and I know he's a hit man. As you can tell, most the things I know about him are physical features.
"Hey, Faye, I know your there. I heard some drool hit the phone." Eww, did I really drool? I looked at the phone’s mouth piece. Spit free. “Whatever. What do I owe the honor of this call?” I whined into the phone, still trying really hard to make it sound like I had a life and was a very busy person. A long moment of silence came over the phone. Then it hit me. “This is a pity call, isn’t it? Cause I got fired and now you want to be nice to me?” Another moment of silence passed before he spoke up, “Sweetie, I call you every other day.” I had to think about that for a second. He wasn’t lying but usually I was at work so we never got to really talk and when I called him he never answered but we usually did get to see each other once a week. That day was always my favorite day. “Well then what do you really want?” I questioned his intentions again. “Lunch. Same place as always.” And then he hung up. Geez, love you too.
I ran quickly into my ransacked room and found a pair of jean with a white t-shirt. Pulled my hair into a bumpy ponytail, added some makeup and ran out the door with my super cool sunglasses. The place I was going was only a few blocks away. I figured I could walk the distance. Hoped I could walk the distance. As I walked on my pace went slower and slower. I estimated my speed at about the speed of a turtle. Hell, I was way out of shape. I use to be in perfect shape.
I walked into the little pizza shop. The smoky atmosphere was relaxing to my nerves. I use to be a heavy smoker but now I smoked only now and then. I searched around the green painted pizza shop from Navarro but didn't spot him. Hmm, maybe I'm a faster walker then I thought. I picked a red booth in the back of the shop so I could watch the door. Navarro always had away of sneaking up on people. I was going to catch him if it was the last thing I did.
The painting near the door caught my attention as I sat there, waiting. It was of a boy with green hair standing on an old fishing boat. I couldn't help but smile at myself. It brought back memories of people who were no longer in my life. Sometimes I’m glad their gone. Not trying to sound heartless or anything, but sometimes it’s good to get a fresh start, which includes new people too.
"What would you like to drink?" the blue haired waitress asked me as I gazed at the painting. "Coke." I answered, not shifting my gaze. "And for you sir?" Sir? I looked across the table and saw Navarro smiling at me with his perfect grin. I felt my mouth drop open, hoping it was from shock and not admiration for his smile. "Coke too." he answered while staring at me. The waitress walked away. "How the hell did you?" I asked as I felt my eye brow twitching. "Maybe if you didn't zone out so much?" he answered simply. “I didn’t zone out. I mean I was looking only a foot away from the front door." He laughed at me. "Sweetie, I came in right through those front doors" he said while pointing at them, “Do you think I’m superman or something?” I thought about it for a second. He had the look to be superman, the style, the body, the slickness, and everything else he needed. I studied his outfit, wondering if he was hiding the costume under his clothes. It might just be true. Oh my god! I could be sitting next to superman.
"Are you thinking crazy thoughts again?" he asked. "No!" I defend myself, my voice a little too high. "Lola warned me about you," he informed me, "She said you were crazy and had a big imagination. Also told me you use to be a bounty hunter with Spike Spiegel." I narrowed my eyes at him. Great he knew Spike. This universe is way too small; I’m going to need to find me another one. “So you know Spike?” I asked, trying not to freak. “Not really. I knew Julia and she mentioned Spike a lot.” Great, now I have to compete with her again! There most of been a look of horror on my face or maybe frustration cause his next words surprised me. “Don’t worry, Faye, she’s not that great. You know looks can be deceiving.” He informed me. Nuh uh! Liar! Liar! Pants on fire! Looks are all that matters. “Please she was Spike’s world.” I said to him as if I could careless. Maybe I didn’t care and just thought I did. “And he’s very hard to please.” Navarro paused for a moment. “Maybe, can’t say I know about that. All I know is she loved to be center of attention with all the guys. She hated it when guys want her. You my friend are way better then her, including looks.” He winked at me and I felt myself blush. Need to change subject, away from me and my other life.
Just then the waitress brought us are drink and a pepperoni pizza. “We didn’t order yet.” I told her, feeling pretty smart. “I know but Jasper said this is what you guys always get.” And with that she walked away. People and their pushy attitudes! Heh, I’m one to talk. I might have become slightly easier going since I got my memory back but I could still be a bitch, all you have to do is hit the switch. “Enjoy.” Navarro said, handing me hot piece of pizza. I should have known Jasper would order for us. Always trying to impress me. The one time I wanted cheese.
After we finished off the whole extra large pizza, we headed for the door. We reached his black car. I couldn’t tell you what kind of car it was, I’m not really a car person, but I could tell you that it was expensive. “Want a ride?” Tempting. Very tempting but I needed to go home and clean. If I get into that car who knows what would happen. When I’m around Navarro, I always stay in public places. “Nah got to walk off some of that pizza.’’ I said. “Ok, no argument there.” He said. Ugh! Was he calling me fat? “Well I got to go. Oh and don’t tell Lola about this. She always gets angry at me because I never take her anywhere.” After a kiss on the top of my head, he was gone. I stood there for a second before I started on my walk home.
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I opened my eyes and I felt the sun shining down on me. It felt so warm on my face. It felt like I was almost outside. I looked over at my window and realized it was still broken. Then I looked around my room, still a mess. Well except my dresser and bed. I climbed out of bed and jumped over the pile of broken glass. I walk right through my living room, not really looking at anything because I knew what it would look like.
I took a quick shower and the whole getting ready process. Pulling my hair into a bumpy ponytail again and throwing on some holey jeans and t-shirt. Today was cleaning day for me and my bestest friend. I grabbed the phone and dialed Lola’s number. Ring, ring, ring. “Come on answer your phone!” I shouted at the phone. “Hello?” her voice said, sounding like she just woke up. “Hey, get your ass over my house.” I ordered her. She was half way to blame too. Everyone was to blame but me about this mess. “What the hell for?” she hatefully asked. She wasn’t very nice when she gets woken up and she didn’t like taking orders. “To clean my house. Someone broke in.” I heard a noise that was meant for concern, I think. “Are you okay? Wait. I’ll be right over?” and then she hung up. Guess I’ll have to tell her when she gets here that it happened the other day and there’s no need to panic. See what happens when you’re impatient.
About ten minutes later, Lola came bursting through my door. Her short, choppy blonde hair was a mess, which was very unusual. She’s a beauty queen. Her face was still painted with makeup, she never when anywhere with out it on, even to clean. She had on her pink halter with a white miniskirt with her matching pumps. Oh that’s a good cleaning outfit. “Damn girlie, your place is a wreck! You weren’t in here when it happened, where you?” Lola’s voice was now loud and wide awake but she sounded concern. “Nope I was at your house.” She raised an eyebrow at that, “So you lived in this all day yesterday?” she asked, looking around with total disgust. “Yup.” I said proudly. “Right.” She said as she started picking things up. I headed for my room and started cleaning up that mess.
About two hours after cleaning, my room was looking pretty good. I decided to head to the living room to check on Lola. She was vacuuming my couch. “Lola, you can stop now. The living looks great.” And that wasn’t a lie. She turned off the vacuum and stood up. Her white skirt was now a grey color with smudges of other colors on it. “I can’t stop yet. I haven’t dusted yet. Not to mention the rug is still in the hallway.” She said starting the vacuum up again. I made a heavy sigh and head towards my open front door.
As I was about to walk out to retrieve the rug a man came running in. He shoved me hard to the floor and then turned around to slam and lock the door. I looked over to Lola who was now staring at the man, with a frighten look. My gaze shift over to the man. I figured I could take him, if I had the right plan. He was only about 5’8 and looked as if he could fall over any minute from starvation. He’s dirty jeans had holes and white spots on them. He wore a black shirt with some writing on it. His eyes were cold and blood shot. His hair was shaggy, covering the top half of his eyes. His mouth was in a line as he looked over the apartment. He couldn’t be any older then twenty-one.
“Ok,” he said sternly, “Any of you bitches move, I’ll shoot you dead.’’ Ugh, I hate being threatened by little punks and so did Lola. “Hold it now. You better watch yourself. You’re standing next to the great Faye Valentine.” She shouted as she stood up with her manicured hands on his hips. “I’ve never heard of no Faye. So sit your ass back down and shut up.” He said taking a step away from the door. Just then a bunch of footsteps came running through the hall. I could hear men shouting. It sounded to me like they were searching for someone. My guess was that this asshole is the guy their searching for. “Anyone make a peep and you’re as good as dead.” He said taking another step, closer to me and my position on the floor now. Lola looked at me, encouraging me to do something. Hell, I should do something! This was my apartment. I lifted myself from the floor, and made eye contact with the guy. I was about a foot away from him now. He flinched only for a second before pointing his gun at me now. Ugh, this isn’t going to be my week. Why couldn’t he be all talk? “What do you want? Are you the asshole who robbed me the other night? Is that why those men are after you?” I questioned him, finding myself being awfully brave. “Hell no lady, I didn’t rob the dump or anyone else’s shitty house.” He laughed. “Hey now!” I said. “What you going to do about it?” he once again laughed at me, lowering his gun to his side.
This was my chance since this guy was stupid enough to lower his gun. I quickly tackled him at his waist. We both went tumbling down onto the sofa, only to bounce onto the floor. I heard Lola scramble off to somewhere. I also heard his gun go flying. Finally something goes right. As soon as we landed on the floor, he started squirming like crazy. I managed to stay on top of him for about five seconds. I felt one of his knuckles make contact with my stomach. I rolled off of him and to the floor, lying straight as a bored. I regained my breath quickly. I looked over him and was relieved to find him still on the floor, still breathing heavy. He was just laying there like a big idiot. He must have thought he had finished me off or something because he didn't seem all that worried. Stupid kid. I jumped up to my feet and sent a swift kick to his stomach. Opps, big mistake. He grabbed my ankle and whirled me down next to him, once again laying flat to the floor. I never realized how pretty my ceiling really was. I tried to get up but he had already straddled me. Shit! This is going to be bad. “You’re going to regret that.” He smiled down at me. “I don’t have regrets.” I answered calmly, though scared out of my mind. A flash of angry over took his face as he punch me square in the nose. “Ahh. You piece of shit boy!” I screamed as I tried to wiggle my way free. My arms tried to come to my nose but it was no use; he had his skinny ass glued still. I then looked around for Lola. She was nowhere in sight. I started to struggle again as I began to panic. My friend had left me! Suddenly the boy’s body went limp and his chest was all in my face. What had happened? I hurled him off of me and just lay there. I could feel the blood ooze out of my nose. I felt gross!
I heard footsteps coming towards me. Lola? I slowly sat up to find Navarro and Lola looking down at me. I scrambled to me feet. “Don’t look at me!” I ordered as I turned my back to them, covering my nose with my hands. “Faye, don’t be stupid. We have to have a look at you nose.” Lola said firmly. “No, I look awful.” I said barely above a whisper. I was not use to being the one injured. “Don’t matter sweetie.” Navarro said as he turned me around. He didn’t say anything as he led me to my kitchen. “Well I’m going to go home, Faye. Don’t mean to leave you at a time like this but I need a nap or pills or something! You can come over later. Hell you can spend the night if you want since everyone’s after your apartment.” She offered as she gathered her things. “Oh and if you want to stop the bleeding you can stick a tampon up your nose.” And with that she was gone. She was so thoughtful.
“I think it stopped bleeding, but if you want to make sure we can stick a tampon up your nose.” Navarro said. Oh that would be a sight. “I rather not.” I said, not really finding the humor in it all. “Fine, don’t get all huffy about it. Now stay still.” He said as he wiped away the blood. I felt myself straighten. Not sure because of the pain or of his touch. I figured I looked like an idiot and would no longer be Navarro’s favorite. Navarro stepped away from me. Oh no! Half a second later, he came back with a baggy full of ice. “Here so it doesn’t swell.” I did as he said. We sat there for a couple of minutes. I was staring at the ground but I could feel him staring at me. “Lola said you were quite the fighter. Want to help me on my next target.” He offered. I stared blankly at him. He’s joking right? I just the shit beat out of me! “I’m serious sweetie. Don’t you need a job?” I nodded my head. “Well I need a partner. If all goes well you could have you a new career. You can shoot a gun right?” I nodded my head. I could shoot a gun better then I could punch hell probably better then I could read. “Then it’s settled.” He said while helping himself to some of my food. Great, now I’m a hit woman.
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