JIMMY CASSIDY
"Jimmy? Jimmy! Wake up!”
I groaned and turned away from my younger brother – as a close knit family, me and my brother’s all lived together. Well, that, and the fact that we don’t have enough money to live in separate houses. Frankie started shaking me violently. “Fuck off, Frankie!”
“It’s half seven. Danny told me to wake your lazy ass up and if you don’t, he says he’ll come up himself. And you know what happened last time Danny came up to wake you,” Frankie reminded me. How could I fucking forget? Danny came up and dumped a whole bottle of water all over my head. And I don’t mean one of those small bottles. Danny was a year older than me – Frankie, who was a happy little mistake, was only sixteen.
I was twenty six. Talk about oldilocks.
But that makes Danny twenty seven, which is older still.
“What has my sleeping habits ever done to offend Danny?” I grumbled. Frankie tilted his head.
“Danny says you need to get up, drop me off t’ school and look for a job,” he said. “A proper job, he says.” Frankie was basically used as a little messenger from Danny most times, because Danny is too lazy to climb up a fleet of stairs.
Frankie was dead smart. He ‘s still in school, and he get’s dead good grades. He studies a lot, and he says he wants to become a surgeon or one of them fancy doctors that look into people’s heads. He will be – but he doesn’t want to go to medical school. “Don’t wanna take money of ye,” he says. But me and Danny are gonna pay him in anyway.
“Alright, alright, I’m up,” I yawned, sitting up, stretching. Frankie sat at the foot of my bed – we shared a room. Danny paid us each a tenner if we gave him the single room. Prick – turned out the money was fucking fake.
“Where you gonna go to work?” Frankie asked me, as I stood up, grabbing my torn jeans from the ground. I shrugged, yawning again behind the back of my hand. “What do you wanna do?” I shrugged again. “Why do you-?”
“Frankie, honestly, shut up,” I snarled. It was freezing in the house this morning. I should’ve guessed – me and Danny were running low on supplies this week. We didn’t sell as much, and we didn’t get enough money to pay off the heating. But we managed to get some water and electricity at least. Hopefully, when I get a job, we’ll be able to afford everything from now on. And then Frankie will get a dead good job and we’ll be eating like kings.
Or lords.
Or maybe just normal people.
We were living off microwave food at the moment, because it was all we could afford.
“I was just gonna ask if you were goin’ out tonight,” Frankie said. I rolled my eyes.
“Maybe. You ain’t comin’ though,” I told him, sternly. Frankie tutted loudly and sulked.
“Why not? I’m old enough! You and Danny treat me like I’m seven, but I ain’t!” Frankie snapped back at me. I ignored him, looking out the window to observe the slums of Liverpool. It wasn’t much of a pretty sight – and especially now since McKennedy’s windows have been smashed in from the raid last night in his house. I saw it all. Frankie woke up with all the noise, but it didn’t take him long going back to sleep. I watched it all from my window though.
“You ain’t old enough. You’re only sixteen,” I repeated for what felt like the one hundredth time, whilst trying to get into my black jeans. They didn’t fit as well as they used to, considering I’ve had them for a long long time. But they were my favourite. “Ye know the bigger lads will beat ye.”
“Ain’t no deadbeat gonna beat me!” Frankie retorted, puffing his chest out proudly. I had to laugh at him. Frankie was very brave... the bravest out of all of us, truthfully. But me and Danny were really protective of him. We wanted him to be the best he can be. We always put a little aside for Frankie’s uni funds. We’re certain he’s gonna make it big. He was not about to become a dealer, like me and Danny.
“Just go get some breakfast in ye, and I’ll drive ye t’ school.”
“Can I not stay off school t’day?” Frankie groaned. “I don’t fancy it.”
“You’re goin’ t’ fuckin’ school. Get your uniform on ye. And be quick ‘bout it, ain’t got all day,” I told him. Frankie got up, grudgingly, and made his way towards his chest of drawers with bad grace.
“Right, well piss off ‘till I get dressed,” he muttered.
You’re probably wondering where my mother is. She doesn’t live with us. We moved out together. Well, me and Danny were gonna go it alone, but we agreed not to leave Frankie with Andrea (our mother), so we took him with us. She clutched her bottle of vodka and sobbed at us, telling us, “don’t take me favourite son, he’s all I have.”
She’s always been saying those those things about Frankie. She used to publicly announce at the dinner table, “You’re my favourite, Frankie,” or other times, she’ll say to me and Danny, “You two are a waste of fuckin’ space, god be good, why did he have t’ land me with ye? Can’t ye all be like Frankie?”
She hated us – but she adored Frankie. Frankie this, Frankie that. Frankie is this, Frankie is that. Frankie hated her as much as we did though. Was far to willing to leave with us. Or maybe he was just excited to get involved in the bachelor life.
After Frankie and I got dressed, we trooped into the kitchen. Danny was in there, cursing at the toaster.
“What is it?” I asked him.
“Fuckin’ toaster stopped workin’. Here,” he fished around in his back pocket and produced a ten pound note, “Here’s a tenner. Take Frankie t’ McDonalds are somethin’. Jus’ makes sure he get’s somethin’ in him before he goes t’ school.”
Frankie grinned, “We gettin’ McDonalds? Class, I’ll be in the car!”
“We ain’t gettin’ much,” I said, as he ran out the door. He wasn’t listening to me, he wasn’t ever going to listen to me. I sighed and shook my head. He get’s far too excited for his own good.
“You gettin’ a job t’day?” Danny asked me, his green eyes fixing right on me now, not letting me tear away. I shrugged.
“Nothin’ hirin’ school drop outs,” I told him.
“Something will hire ye. Garage hired me. Now go, take the scholar t’ the fuckin’ school,” Danny said. “And try not t’ fuck any defenceless girls while your there – they’re all younger than ye.”
~~~~~
“Ye got your stuff?”
“Yeh.”
“Got your lunch money an’ all?”
“Yeh.”
“Got ye pens an’ stuff?”
“Yeh.”
Me and Frankie sat outside in my car, approximately a half hour late for all his lessons. He made me write him a note and we wrote a legit lie, “Sorry Franklin wasn’t in school on time. We ran over his pet cat this morning.” He clutched the note in his hand.
“Allie’s gon’ kill me.”
“S’at ye girlfriend?” I grinned. Frankie’s face heated up significantly.
“No! She’s jus’ me friend. Stop takin’ the piss outta me, Jimmy,” he snarled. I laughed at him.
“Why she gon’ kill ye fer, if ye not her lad?” I asked him. Frankie glared at me – if looks could kill.
“Cos she’s always so worried ‘bout me well being. We’re best friends, ye know. But nothin’ more – I like someone else.”
I grinned as Frankie cringed, realising the error of his words. “Awww, little Frankie got a crush! Well, make sure she ain’t a tart. Not like Danny’s girl.”
Frankie shook his head, “No, she ain’t. She’s dead smart.”
“Make sure she ain’t no stew either. I ain’t having me wee brother dating some stew,” I told him.
Frankie got out of the car, “See ye here at half three?”
“Half three – I got’cha,” I assured him. He shut the door with a wave, slinging his bag over his shoulder and jogging into the school building. I made sure he got inside alive before departing from the school grounds.
Danny expected me to go get a job – yea right. I pulled up somewhere deserted, where no one would be able to find me. I did a check around before I opened the glove compartment in the car and took out a small plastic bag with a Green substance inside – weed. I smirked as I rolled up the Jobie and set it alight. Inhaling the fumes, I calmed down a little bit as I slid back in my seat, enjoying the relaxation a good spot of weed would normally give me.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a hardcore drug user. I don’t snort cocaine or do the deadliest of all – heroine. Mainly, I smoke weed, but I take some LSD or E-Tabs when I can get my hands on them. LSD was kind of scary though. Some hallucinations were just bizarre. So I don’t use that an awful lot.
I jumped when someone knocked on my window. I looked over to see Nick at my car. Nick was one of my usual people I deal with, and I scrolled down the window. “Well?”
“Well,” he greeted back at me. “You got any on ye?”
“Most I can offer ye is some weed or a bit of H,” I said. “I did’t come out with a lot of stuff – wasn’t planning’ on dealin’ t’day.” Nick inhaled sharply and stood up straight.
“Well, gimmi some weed then,” he said. I nodded.
“Ye got cash?” I asked him, warily. Nick was a slippery man – you couldn’t trust him as far as you could throw him. He swore and pulled out his wallet.
“I got meself a twenty. How much are ye givin’ me?”
“’bout a bagful,” I said. “Come back next week, and I’ll have all the stuff for ye though.” Nick nodded.
“You better – ye gettin’ on peoples nerves,” Nick told me. “Danny and yeself are the only damn dealers this side’a town and ye gonna lose out to the newbies if ye don’t get more stash soon.”
“Right – hand it over,” I said, signalling for the money. Glancing both ways, he slid the money carefully into my hand, and I did the same with the bag of weed. “Cheers, mate,” I muttered. “Now put that away, where no one’ll see it.”
“Got’cha,” Nick winked. I rolled my eyes. Prick. He jogged off – thank God. I couldn’t stand his bloody face most days, even if he was my best customer.
~~~~~
At half three, I went back to collect Frankie from school. I parked right in front of the gates, and the parents shouted at me for blocking the way. I wasted no time flipping them the bird – assholes. Parents are such fuckwads. If I was a dad (pffffft HA!) I wouldn’t be so shrewd. If I ever had a son or a daughter, I’d just let them do what they pleased. I never understood why parents cared so much.
I had just finished a shouting match with some asshole when Frankie and another bird came wandering up to my car. I grinned – I wasn’t sure if this was the bird he liked, or the “best friend”. Whoever she was, she was pretty damn smoking for a sixteen year old. I rolled the window down.
“Well. Who’s ye bird?” I asked Frankie, as he walked up to the car.
“This is Allie,” Frankie introduced me. “Allie” waved at me and I tried out a charming grin her way.
“Well, love. How’s it goin’, alright?” I asked her. She looked confused.
“Pardon?” Oh – she was one of them posh, up town girls. I could tell from her voice. I chuckled to myself.
“He asked how you were,” Frankie told her. Her face lit up in understanding. Really? Was my accent that hard to understand?
“I am well,” she replied, in a sweet little voice. My eyes scanned up and down her body, admiring her. Damn. That’s fit.
“Ye look well,” I grinned. She shifted a little bit, and she laughed nervously. I could tell she wasn’t used to guys like me. Poor girl. She wasn’t ready for the real world, was she? Half of me pitied her.
“Oh... um... thank you. I suppose...” She turned to Frankie instead. “So I’ll see you tonight?”
“Yea, definitely,” Frankie said, brightly. She gave him a sweet smile and then she waved politely at me. I winked at her, to throw her off guard. Simply for badness. She hesitated before she walekd away in the opposite direction. Frankie glowered at me.
“That wasn’t nice, faggot,” he growled at me.
“Oi! No bad language, ye wee shit,” I laughed. “Get in the car.”
Frankie climbed into the front seat, dropping his bag on the car floor. “Me GCSE’s start next week.”
“Oh yeh?”
“I’m goin’ out with me friends t’night.” He looked at me. “Or s’at ‘gainst the Jimmy Laws as well?”
I smirked, “You’re friend is hot.”
“JAMES!”
“OI! No James in this fuckin’ car, or ye’ll be haulin’ ass all the way home!” I barked at him. But then I smirked. “Yeh goin’ out with your hot friend?”
“Jimmy, stop it. She’s me pal, and I don’t wanan hear you talkin’ sex ‘bout her,” Frankie grumbled. I chuckled. “Don’t ye try to seduce her or nothin’.”
“Oh, trust me, Franklin,” I grinned. “When I wanna fuck a pretty bird, ye’ll know ‘bout it.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- So guys what do you think? Will Allie fall for Jimmy's charms? Who's this "girl" that Frankie likes? What's gonna happen next? Please comment below and tell us what you think. Just so you guys know my friend, Bellaspicer, wrote this first chapter as Jimmy and the next chapter will be written my moi. Thanks! :D x