House calls - Felipe (tag the Pruitte family)

[felipe]

Jessica's house wasn't all that far from Felipe's. Ok, so it wasn't precisely just around the corner but it was in Santa Monica. Walking distance anyway. At least he hoped so as he'd never actually been to it so far. All he had was her address. Well, that and a distinct lack of local geographical knowledge, making needles and haystacks come very much to mind. Felipe Luis Vila Nova was nothing if not determined.

The reason behind his early morning walk was simply down to the fact that Jessica still hadn't replied to his text. No, his three texts. That in itself wasn't cause for concern but the last time he and Jessica had met she'd been acting very strangely. Emotionally. Plus she'd skipped school yesterday. Maybe she was ill? If so then he had a perfectly good reason right there for dropping by her home. If she was just ignoring him it was better to find out now and before he spammed her phone with countless more messages... wasn't it?

By the time he reached the Pruitte house he'd managed to convince himself that the answer to that last question was a resounding 'yes'... He hoped.

He straightened his shirt and strode up the path to the front door and with the merest tinge of uncertainty starting to creep in he lifted his hand... and knocked...

[Jessica Pruitte]

As his hand descended up on the door it was flung open and a young brunette not much older than Jessica was fleeing, clothes clutched and panties flashing as the screeching of what was apparently a harpy and a hurled loaf of french bread.

"-UT!" the last bit of out was heard clearly as the blonde banshee positioned herself in the door frame, eyes blazing with fury. Her husband had one-upped her again. She WOULD get even. They just kept getting younger and younger, for the both of the Pruitte adults. Younger, and in Mrs. Pruitte's case, richer.

Her face was long, and had obviously had work done on it, her breasts were a little too high and the low cut top showed ample cleavage, her well manicured nails were fashionably short and french-tipped and her clothing was nothing if not impeccable. Brushing bottle-helped-blonde bangs from her face, the older woman, and mother's eyes fell upon Felipe and her scowl shifted into a smile.

A dangerously thoughtful smile.

The type of smile that was clearly predator eying a nice hunk of prey that had been delivered unto it's doorstep.

"Hello," she purred, eyes sweeping the teen aged frame. Young, but who cared, he was younger, and better looking, than the bimbo she'd just chased from the master bathroom.

[felipe]

When the door suddenly opened Felipe stumbled back a couple of paces... Just as well as had he not then he would have caught a flying French stick right in his face. As it was he ducked quickly and narrowly avoided that fate.

A blur of flesh and dark hair flew past almost as fast as the bread and he stared after the scantily clad girl as she vanished down the path and around the corner. What the heck was going on?

Felipe turned back to the other person present. A woman. Blonde. Sort of, anyway... He had a feeling the colour wasn't entirely her own but it suited her.

"Hi," he replied. "Is Jessica at home?" She hadn't mentioned having an older sister but then as she'd told him virtually nothing about her home life that fact itself was hardly astonishing. Felipe wasn't about to tell the woman that Jessica had absconded from school yesterday as he didn't want to risk seeing her end up in trouble and so he came up with another reason for his presence on her doorstep.

"She hasn't replied to a couple of texts and I'm... concerned in case she's unwell. Can I speak with her, please?"

Felipe glanced - involuntarily - down at himself to make sure his pants were fastened properly as the woman seemed to find something down there of particular interest! Luckily everything was as it should be.

[Jessica Pruitte]

Jessica? JESSICA? This delicious, nubile young man was looking for her daughter? Maybe the apple hadn't fallen so far from the tree after all. If that were the case then Jessica had done quite well for herself. Neurotic little shit that she was. Well if she was going to play like mother played, then she had to learn what a player did when presented with an opportunity.

"She's upstairs sleeping I think. But, please," the woman purred, "do come in. I'm sure she'll be up and downstairs." Already wheels were turning and plots were plotting inside the pseudo-blonde's head. She'd be able to one-up her husband, the boy would be willing enough, and teach her daughter a valuable lesson in the art of seduction all at the same time.

What wasn't to love?

Standing to one side, Tiffany Pruitte waved a hand at the interior of their home. It looked like some interior decorator had gotten a good look at the Pruitte bank account and done everything in their power to leech off of it. They'd done a fabulous job, no question, but the house looked like a photo shoot for one of those better housekeeping magazines or whatever. And the woman standing with one hand on the doorjamb and the other outstretched as a "come in, come in" sort of gesture certainly didn't look like the sort to keep house on her own.

"Is there anything I can get you?" Tiffany asked followed by the though you delicious young man, you. "Coffee, tea, orange or apple juice?" She would end up making herself a mimosa and had a mental image of languidly draping herself along one of the chaise like couches. Long, smooth legs crossed at the ankles where the boy wouldn't be able to see anything spectacular but his imagination would take him there.

All boys, after all, were dogs at heart. Chasing after pu-

"Mom?!" Jessica's voice could be heard from the stairs as she stared at her mother and knew the look she was giving Felipe. Then softer, "Hey, Fel."

"Jessica, dear." The dear was pretty strained, the little brat had woken up and come to see what all the noise was about. However, Tiffany's mood improved as she considered her options. She could seduce the boy out from beneath her daughter's very gaze. "So glad you're up."

((Jessica is wearing www.polyvore.com/sleepytime/set?id=15498129))

[felipe]

This was her *mother*? How could he have been so dense? Now that he knew he could see their age difference. It was well masked, of course. Probably took the woman hours of effort and copious dollars to reach that stage as well. Still... for a while he'd been absolutely convinced.

"Jessica!" he greeted and Felipe's face visibly lifted. He grinned when he took in her outfit. "Nice chicks," he stated.

Jessica glanced down at her chest.

"Chicks," he repeated and a little more clearly.Felipe gestured at the fluffy yellow slippers she wore, struggling to hold back his laugh when he realised what she'd thought he'd said the first time.

"And thank you... a coffee would be wonderful, Mrs Pruitte," he added to the older female.

He walked over to where Jessica still stood at the foot of the stairs, one hand clutching the bannister with a white-knuckled force. "You DO know its gone 10... right? And why didn't you answer my texts? You mad at me again?" he teased. Felipe tugged a strand of her tousled hair as he spoke, absolutely oblivious to the tension in the room. He was simply happy to see Jessica... and know she was ok. "Your mum was being very hospitable," he added with a slight dip of his head.

[Jessica Pruitte]

Wiggling her feet made the chick's heads bob and Jess couldn't help but grin. Her grip on the banister did not, however, ease. Neither did the glare Tiffany shot at her daughter.

"Tiffany, not Mrs. Pruitte," the older woman corrected with a smile as she brushed her bangs into their appropriate place. "Jessica, you aren't presentable."

"Presentable enough," the teen shot back as he mother turned to place their order with the in-house staff. There were two people who worked for them, both illegal immigrants and both old as sin itself, but they came cheap and there was no one-uping with either of them.

Once Tiffany was gone, Jess's grip eased a little and she shook her head. "I'm not angry with you, I didn't know you'd texted I'd gone surfing yesterday and some sand or whatever got into the phone so it stopped working. I was gonna go get a new one today, wanna help me pick it out?" Her budget wasn't unlimited, but she could get just about any phone that wasn't a concept phone out there. There were students who had (lots) more money than the Pruitte's, but no one would be able to tell by the way the family carried themselves and acted in general.

"And sorry about her." Hospitable, he'd called Tiffany, hospitable? The word was laughable the woman didn't know the meaning of true hospitality. She knew how to get what she wanted though, and considering the look Tiffany had been giving Felipe, he was what her unwholesome sights had been set upon. Targets locked, and all that.

"MOM! SEND THE COFFEE UP TO MY ROOM!" Jessica bellowed towards the kitchen and imagined she could hear her mother's teeth grinding. Wrapping her fingers around Fel's wrist she lead him up and to her room where a squash faced cat greeted the teens with a cracked and pitiful sounding "Mro-o-owr!"

Stooping Jessica picked up the fuzzy beast and nuzzled her nose against it's neck before depositing it on the rumpled bed. "Sorry about the mess," she shrugged. There were clothes, books, and cd cases scattered through the room. "Wasn't expecting company."


((the cat ))
((the bedroom ))
((yeah I know the information is pretty useless, but dangit I went to all the trouble of building this place ))

[felipe]

"Don't be sorry," he replied. "Your mother was gracious although I wasn't sure why a naked girl ran out of the house as soon as I arrived at the door. It was a bit... um... unexpected," he finished. "But I'd love to help you choose a new phone. Something in metallic pink maybe?" Jessica back-handed his arm and he laughed.

Felipe didn't have a chance to do more than offer a grunt of surprise when Jessica literally dragged him upstairs. He'd have gone willingly anyway and so wasn't anything more than taken by surprise. He took stock of his new surroundings in interest. Jessica's room. Her bolthole. Maybe he'd be able to find out a bit more about her... Not out of nosiness but sheer curiosity. It wasn't like she readily told him much...

He scooped up the odd-faced cat and cradled it while Jessica kicked some discarded clothes beneath the bed.

"Glad to hear you don't entertain a lot up here," he shot back. "I might start to feel jealous if you did!"

Perching on the foot of her bed he released the cat who speared Felipe with a 'how dare you touch me, human' sort of look before finding a place to settle in amongst an array of green and yellow scatter cushions.

"So what happened to you yesterday?" he finally asked. "You were a no show at school and when you didn't answer my messages I started to... ah... " He glanced away and plucked at the bedding, adding in a soft voice, "... worry." Almost a whisper and Jessica would have been forgiven for not hearing that last word.

[Jessica Pruitte]

Jealous? Jessica's mind snatched at the word as it hung in the air between her and Felipe. He'd be jealous? The smile and teasing tone indicated it was a joke, but it had still been nice to hear.

Snap out of it, girl. He's got girls fawning over him left and right. The accent. Mmm the accent. The looks, the easy smile. I'm plain. Mom was always so fond of saying it. Tugging a pair of jeans from the closet as her mind wandered over the rest of what Fel had said.

"Wait, naked girl?" ice chilled Jessica's tone as her shoulders tightened with distaste. Godda- isn't it bad enough they run around on each other OUTSIDE the house? Now they gotta start bringing it home too? The thought was angry punctuated by Jessica's angry movements as she shoved shirts to the side of one drawer looking for one in particular. Yanking it from it's place she scraped the back of her hand against the cross bar helping to hold the above drawer in it's place. With a curse she shook her hand.

"Nothing happened to me yesterday," she hissed through the pain. How come the shallow scrapes always hurt worse? "I just didn't feel like going to school. I needed a break from everything, to get away for a bit and not have any expectations bearing down on me. I didn't mean to make ya worry. Didn't know you would."

Why the hell did she talk so much when Fel was around? It was like he pulled the words from her with that smile and those eyes. The accent definitely helped him there too.

And his kindness.

His understanding.

Stop it! Jessica ordered herself snatching up her clothes and going into the attached bathroom closing the door behind her to change and brush her teeth quickly. Reemerging she grinned and flopped over on the bed. Pushing all thoughts of her father and her mother from her mind.

That didn't last long.

"Here's your coffee," Tiffany's voice cut through the room and Jess sat bolt-upright with an outraged "GET OUT" on the tip of her tongue, but she bit it back. Fel had asked for coffee.

[felipe]

"Well, for the most part, yes she was naked. Your mother seemed angry." It was most peculiar, Felipe had to admit, but wasn't honestly any of his business. He fussed the cat while Jessica was in the bathroom and the feline endured it pretty well, evgen managing to rustle up an occassional purr. Felipe had a feeling he was being humnoured, though, as the cat probably preferred to be left well alone.

He glanced around her room while he waited. Not touching anything... That wouldn't be right... Just looking. A normal enough room and a lot brighter than he'd imagined it would be. Pleasant and fresh.

He looked at the door when it reopened and he offered her an uncertain smile. Home life didn't seem to be all that great but perhaps he'd paid his visit on a bad day.

She flopped down next to him and he reached for her hand to peer at the scrapes across its back. Felipe had been about to speak when Jessica's mother arrived, a tray in her hands.

"Obrigado Senhora Pruitte," he replied and with a smile he got to his feet to accept his drink. Just the one cup... Nothing for Jessica? He'd be more than happy to share and would do precisely that once her mother had left again.

"Jessica... you probably didn't get my message about tomorrow as your phone was damaged. I've been invited to go bowling tomorrow and wondered if you would like to go with me?" He threw her a grin. "Our first date," he added with a wink.

[Jessica Pruitte]

Tiffany stared at the two teenagers hands. Her daughters held by the nubile teenaged boy. Should she have less control over her features, the mother's jaw would be hanging and she would have been staring agape. As it was, her eyes narrowed a fraction in a look that was much akin to her daughter's when she was irritated. Though neither would ever admit such aloud.

"Quite welcome," The mug was relenquished, but the boy was already talking to her daughter again.

It was such an odd feeling for Tiffany to be so ignored. So... dismissed. Resisting the urge to grind her teeth (barely, and only because it would cause damage to the enamel which was already weakened due to over-whitening) the older Puritte turned and left the room as the words "Our first date" were uttered.

Her daughter hadn't won yet.

"Bowling?" Jessica asked, her eyes on her mother's back. "No, I hadn't heard, but I'd love to go." He'd been joking about it being their first date. Of that she was certain.

Wasn't she?

Of course he's joking. He probably picked up on mom's behavior and said it to make her go away.

"Sounds like fun, might need to pick up some shoes though, don't know that I trust Lysol spray to kill all those foot germs." Jess shared teh coffee with Felipe as he drank, she ignored the stinging on the back of her hand, but once they were done, she scrubbed her fingers between Ouch's ears and popped up off her bed.

"To the Verizon store!" She declared, finger pointed melodramatically at the ceiling as some general from history might have pointed an "onward" to his troops.