A/N -This is my original fic.
Pairing: Brite & Camino
Setting today: A Tampa trailer park.
Summary: Things get out of hand at Subway.
Rating: SL for strong language
Owned By: Me
Rainbow Brite And El Camino Part 8b
(The camera captures the fading light of evening as Camino pulls into Deedee’s lot. 101. As he acts, the camera follows.)
Camino pulled up to Deedee’s trailer and sighed.
(The glare from the sun’s descent could be seen through the lens. There was grime build up on the windshield but for the life of him he didn’t care. There was dust, and dirt on the doors from the drive too. )
As he exited the car he noticed her hanging out her front door. Dark face squinting, lips in a classic grimace, braids swinging. Ready to pounce, eh? Well, fine. Bring it on, bitch. He thought.
What he said was, “Hey, it’s the goddess of the Amazon! Want a cookie?” holding it up with a plastered on smile.
“1st off dude, I ain’t from the Amazon. Secondly, my family hails from Senegal.”
Deedee was the only minority he’d ever met that could make the word dude seem offensive. But what made it worse was that he was all too aware that the insult was directed at him. The woman was fiercely protective of her friends. And she made no bones about not liking him. But specifically, not liking him being with Brite. And even more specific still, how he treated Brite when they were together.
If you only knew. You would not be so quick to judge.
Camino cautiously moved toward the perturbed woman’s front steps, shaking his head.
“So Deed, “ he said, trying to continue to act casual, “you gonna let me in, er what?”
“Er what.” “You wanna be-drift-racer, no-job-havin‘-mommy-supports-my-ass-paintin’-destroyin’-bet-on-my-chick-for-profit no-good-piece-of-shit-who-man-handles-my already-vulnerable-handicapped-girlfriend-for-kicks-”
“Deedee!” That last part brought Brite out of hiding. “Stop talking.” “Now.”
She pushed her way through the door’s opening from behind. She now stood sideways with a hard grip on the step railing.
Camino smiled triumphantly, while casting looks between the 2 women.
“What, Brite?” I don’t see no check for his car here.” “And I definitely don’t see no graphic dragon shirt.” “And I sure as hell don’t see no damn samich!” “So you know what?” “He should just take that damn cookie and shove it up his tiny tailpipe!”
“That’s it!” I’m never telling you anything ever again!”
“What?” “I say something wrong?”
“There was so much wrong with that statement I don’t know where to start!”
“But-”
“Have I ever even once made you feel like I was handicapped?”
“Well, no. But sometimes these little episodes you have make me reconsider.”
“Oh, really?”
“Well, yeah.” “I mean, come on, Brite.” “You show up here out of nowhere all heated over a samich?” “You walked 3 miles from that damned deli for Christ sakes!” "I even get that you’re frecking hungry!” "Hell, I’ll make you a gull derned samich if you want 1 that bad!” “But gawd, you’re dripping in sweat, you’re hoarse and you’re ranting about tuna!”
Camino started laughing. He couldn’t help it. He was laughing so hard he was bend over holding his stomach.
My frecking point exactly.
When he could breathe, he choked out 4 words.
“She.” “Has.” “Panic.” “Attacks.”
"It's the bread." Brite whispered, sheepishly.
"Shut up!" Snapped Deedee.
Now Brite was laughing too.
Finally Deedee gave up and joined in.
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