Summer

“Marissa!” Alex yelled as she caught her around the waist. She looked at the sleeping beauty in her arms, Alex slapped her cheek a bit, but she was out cold. Alex sighed as she managed to carry Marissa into her office and lay her on the couch.

“Shouldn’t of gave her that.” Alex сказал(-а) to herself as she took a сиденье, место, сиденья at the таблица and took a swig from her пиво that she had left there earlier.

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The doorbell rang loudly throughout Julie’s trailer as she was doing her hair in the bathroom.

“Just a minute.”...

chapter 5.

Volchek turned into a darkened alleyway where he halted his prized posession of transportation. He stepped out, cigarette in hand and walked over to the side of a building. The door opened a crack to see who was outside and beady little black eyes peered from within.

"About time. You're late." the gruff voice from the other side of the door spoke

"Yea, I know, I got held up." Volchek ran his hand over his head.

"This is the third time its happened, once еще and I'm cutting Ты off."

"C'mon O'Malley Ты wouldn't do that, that's bad business skills right there"

"No, its a smart business...

Chapter3.

"So Ты must really like her, huh Kev?" Alex grinned
(Remember Volchek's first name is Kevin)

"Yea I guess, I mean she's alright. She's definately(sp?) not innocent, who ever knew a private school chick like her could throw it down."

"Wow, come to think of it, it's been two whole months since the two of Ты started hooking up. Actually, I've never seen Ты stick with someone this long. So Ты must care about her right?" Alex grinned again and hit Volchek in the shoulder.

"I guess, if Ты look that deep into it. So Alex, hook up with any hot chicks lately?"

"Nope..."

"Oh yea, that's right...

chapter 4.

Marissa walked through the doors of The Bait Shop, hoping that maybe her день would not end as crappy as it had started. Volchek followed close behind her.

"Alex?" Volchek called out, over towards the bar. The person he had yelled at had their back to them, but when they turned around it certainly wasn't Alex.

"Who the hell are you?" Volchek questioned, obviously slightly alarmed
"and where the hell is Alex?" he continued

"The name's Ryan, Ry-an! или is that too much for Ты to remember? Alex had to step out for a bit, so I'm covering for her." Ryan сказал(-а) snottily.

Volchek's hand left Marissa's...