"No one knows." he knew the young girl wouldn't believe him. If anyone was comparable to Tempest in the pranks department, it was Davis and she knew most of his tricks. He lowered his voice as the members of the Stone family did when speaking of any member of the Rose family, "all we know is he ran off with Bianca Rose."
"Who?" she thought Davis said Bianca Rose and she knew there was no way he could have said Bianca Rose. "did you just say-?"
"Bianca Rose." he whispered she looked at him in total disbelief for a split second before she cracked a wide smile
"You're such a bad liar." she slugged him in the arm. He had to be lying- she was young, but she was old enough to know that Stones were never to talk to any member of the Rose family. They had been bitter enemies with the Stone family her whole life.
"I swear I'm not lying, pest." he used the nickname he and Diago had come up with for her when she was a toddler. Even at such a young age, the name just fit her.
"Bullshit." she shook her head and Dante bent his paper in half to look at her. As usual his parents and her parents were way to busy talking at the other side of the room to watch the bad little girl.
"You and that filthy mouth." he scolded her and she frowned.
"Mind your own damn business." she whispered before she threw her dinner roll at his paper. Davis just grinned watching Dante's reaction. By this point if Tempest wasn't here, Dante would be hollering at Davis for his table manners, forcing him to move out of his line of vision.
No matter how old he was or how much time had passed, Dante still hated being around Davis while they ate. he had to constantly yell at him to stop dropping food all over, to stop talking while eating, to eat with his mouth closed, to not breath so hard as he ate, to move away from him or to stop eating entirely. Davis knew for a fact that Dante read the paper at meals, just to avoid watching his brother eat. Luckily, Tempest was such a distraction, Davis could relax, watch the entertainment she was sure to bring and enjoy his meal with out his brother's control freak ways.
Dante would relent just to save himself further harassment from Tempest- realistically he couldn't do anything about it. If it was one of his brothers they would be fighting, but he couldn't fight Tempest and he couldn't control that mouth of hers. Davis just smiled, he enjoyed seeing Dante between a rock and a hard spot.
"Put it down." Dante barked as Tempest grabbed the roll from Davis's plate.
"Hey." Davis objected, "I'm going to eat that."
"I'll give it back." smiling as she projected it towards Dante's head. He moved out of the way just in time, as the roll whipped past his head and hit the floor. He glared at Tempest then looked over to see that her mischief again went undetected by his or her parents.
"Pest!" Davis began to object again.
"Do you want me to go get it for you?" she smiled at Davis.
"No." he said and pointed to the plate of rolls to her side as she reached over to pass them to him.
"You need your ass beat." Dante said in his deep angry voice and Davis smiled, realizing the roll was worth this. Dante was really pissed.
"That's never going to happen and you know it," she said as she picked a piece of lettuce from her salad and aimed at him; he stared at her, daring her to throw the lettuce.
"If you throw that I will beat you myself." he warned her.
"You wouldn't dare." Tempest boldly defied him and threw the lettuce, hitting Dante directly in the nose. Davis stuffed his last chunk of steak in his mouth to prevent himself from grinning. Dante realized there was nothing he could do and relented. He felt immature for tattling on her, besides neither his nor her parents would do anything about it. In all of their eyes Tempest could do no wrong. They would tell him to handle it, or ignore it- he was the adult after all. Well he tried desperately to ignore her but it didn't work; she wouldn't allow it. He should ignore it, she was only 13, but she was a very smart and cunning thirteen year old, he knew plenty of adults that were not as clever as she.
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In the car on the way home, Tempest listened to her parents discuss Diago's running away. She doodled in her note book as their words became scrambled and muted to her ears. Her mind was focused on Dante and the BB gun Davis had given her. She wanted to use it against Dante to shoot him in his thigh for being so rude and unsympathetic to her plight. She was however torn because she knew shooting him with a BB gun was childish and immature, and she wasn't sure if she wanted him to see her that way anymore. She was almost 14 now; she didn't want him to think of her as a child, she wanted to show him she had matured.
Suddenly the car jerked to the side and Tempest looked to her left to see a yellow sports car crashing into the driver's side of her parent's car. She watched as her father was slammed between the seat he was buckled into and the front end of the yellow car, and then suddenly both cars were flipping through the air.
Everything seemed to go in slow motion as she sat there mindlessly, buckled into the seat, watching the cars flip and her mother scream; then the cars landed hard, bringing the surreal situation to an abrupt halt. Tempest opened her mouth and screamed as loudly as she possibly could.