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"Yeah, we all forget," Enzo said, hardly surprised he'd been picked up and slung over his friend's shoulder.

Once sitting in the chair, Enzo glanced up at his friend, "You didn't have to kick that guy out of my seat." He gave a bit of a twitch and rubbed at his dark eyes, "Man, this better not take too long..."

And thankfully, it didn't. Due to the nature of his injury, a simple bandage was wrapped around his shoulder and chest, and he was sent home with some strong painkillers. The doctor had insisted on some blood tests, and was reluctant to give any medication at all, but his hand was forced. After all, it had been a free clinic, and Enzo was twenty; his parents had no say in the matter.

So after a few hours, they were both once more headed out of the hospital and toward what Enzo called his home. It was nothing more than a decrepit apartment, a mattress on the floor, and what once was a working television. He had a small refridgerator, which often times housed nothing but a few condiments and an old sandwich. Needless to say, the money he always seemed to be carrying was used for other things.

Other things Enzo was currently begging Cherokee to return. "I need it, you know... I can't help it. The pain meds are helping, but I can't HANDLE it anymore, Cherokee... Where'd you put the box?" He was pacing again, this time not bothering to try and hide the fact he was sweating, and more than a little jumpy. It had been too long... He'd tried, he really had, but now... "Where is it? I know you're trying to help, but you have to give it back." Despite the fact he was a foot and a half shorter than his friend, he tugged on the front of Cherokee's shirt, pulling him down to his level, "NOW."

((hahaha poor guy. DRUGS ARE BAD, KIDDIES!))

((Haha I can change things up just a bit... Perhaps Enzo dropped his phone, and Amma had picked it up... And that phone... Hahaha is PRETTY important. And probably has addresses in it. She could show up at his apartment, ya?))

((Lol, and I don't want you left out, love. heart hahaha okay, so, should you want to use that idea, feel free. It leave your character open to show up whenever. She can find the phone, ya? And it's up to you whether or not she realizes he's from another gang... So yeah, I'll leave my other post as is, and you can have Amma show up whenever you want, yays!))

((I HAVE A PLAN! Are you ready for this?! You'll love this, J...it made me laugh when I thought of it XDDDDD; ))

Cherokee looked very unintimidated. It was sort of hard to feel intimidated by a man who was an inch and a foot shorter than you, but then again Cherokee was not someone to feel or look anything other than bored and passive. Though, it wasn't his friend's face he was seeing at the moment. He'd been thinking about it ever since the wait in the hospital room, and perhaps it was the danger of the wait that caused his mind to wander to this thought. He kept seeing telephones, slips of paper with numbers and names, and girl's faces. It wasn't something that normally haunted Cherokee's mind, but now it was. His fingers were itching to dial a number that would most certainly wind him up in a mess of trouble... or s**t up to his ears, and that's a lot of s**t.

Trust her, it had said.

He didn't know what had possessed him. Asking random girl's for drinks, dangerous and beautiful girls to drinks; the worst kind. And now he had her number, a number that for some reason he wanted to dial despite the consequnces.

But it said to trust her.

Cherokee was a man who could shake anything, but for some reason, this was something he couldn't clear from his head. Telephones, slips of paper with numbers and names, and her face.

"Damn." He said to himself, shaking his head so that Enzo's strained face came into focus. He calmly removed his friend's hands and drew back. Then, reaching into his pocket he extracted his gun and thin box he was in so desperate need for.

"I was just holding it for you... remember? It wouldn't have been good if the doctor had found it." He placed the parcel into his hand, looking very reluctant, but Cherokee had learned his lesson quite well last time not to seperate Enzo and his drugs for too long. He got increasingly paranoid, and was incredibly wound up. That and last time he had managed to bruise his shin and given him a black eye.

"Just..." He began, but shook his head and touched him on his shoulder. "I'll hang around." He said instead, and journeyed to Enzo's matress. He took a seat and almost instantly his cellphone was in his hand as well as her number.

Trust her.

Cherokee glanced at the slip of paper and dialed Amma's phone number... not knowing why the hell why he'd do this to himself.

((hahaha, HE'S CALLING HER! And then I can do the funny thing.. BUT THAT'S FOR YOU J! XD... cos this is gunna be funny//./ <.<))

((Haha I POST NOW, 'cause... I'm bored... And the exchange is gonna be with Cherokee and Amma anyway, so... WOOSH!* flies off*))

"Then why didn't you give it back the first five times I asked?" Enzo snatched the small metal box out of Cherokee's hands, fumbling stupidly to disengage the small clasp that kept it closed. He all but fell onto the floor where he was as soon as it had opened, spilling its contents onto the floor beside him.

In a depressingly expert fasion, he wrapped a tourniquet around his arm, and a few moments later, had found a vein, and inserted a needle into it. He visibly relaxed and carefully returned the empty syringe and other things to the box. Once done, he stuffed it into his pocket and made his way over to his bed, flopping onto it with a sigh of relief.

He glanced over at his friend, a rare grin on his tan face, and gave a bright laugh, "Who ya callin' so late?" Enzo hadn't realized the paper he'd taken was back in Cherokee's hands. "I'll bet it's that Amma girl... One hell of a break you're takin', if you're callin' her, ya know. I mean, she might know we're a rival gang, but this is really something. Maybe I should call a girl... I don't have a girl. That's too bad. But anyway, that's okay, who'd want me, right? I mean, look at where I live. I'm a friggin' heroin addict, work in a gang, and live in a hole with a broken tv and an old mattress. I'm TOTALLY what all the girls want." He flashed a bright smile and ran his hand through his hair, "I'm just that hott."

Enzo then smiled placidly and waved a hand at the phone held up next to Cherokee's ear. "You can invite her over. We can get some takeout or something, yeah? Yeah. Who the hell CARES what gang she's from? Hey, did you take my phone? I kinda need that thing..." He patted down his pockets, and suddenly got a lot more pale. "I don't have my phone, you'd better have it... Ah, who cares right now? I'll find it later." He then fell from talking and instead started chuckling to himself.

((haha druuugs))

((Haha good one Frank. Good one. *is sneaking on the comp right now*))

Amma blinked for a while as silence rang in the other end, static making her head buzz. "So..." She was about to say something with she heard a man talk back.

"How."

"...what?" she asked. For a minute wondering if this was a prank phone call. "Oh...shove me out the window. Ya know, have a little thrill before I die." She stated calmly and rummaged around for a cig. A wonder she could still smoke feeling sick, anxious, worried, awkwardly happy, and confused.

"Awwww noooooooo." She whined to the other end of the phone. "MY LIGHTER!" She yelped and then put the phone down for a minute. Crashing and banging was heard in the other room, choice words, and then mumbling.

She picked back up the phone. "Yeah, I need a lighter damn it." She then realized the voice, laughed loudly and made a kissy noise. "Hey big guy. What's so urgent? Perhaps you found a lighter and like to give it to me so you are asking permission to come over? Hell, go ahead, and maybe kill me too, but let me have a smoke first, be a gentleman."

"Is he high?" she asked simply.

((Hahaha, poor Cherokee... lucky he has friends to talk for him...?))

Cherokee stared at the phone as it was returned to his hand and then at Enzo, looking entirely dumbfounded. It was an odd thing to see such an expression on his normally immobile features, but this instance called for it.

"You... you..." He started, blue eyes searching about the room as though he would find the words he was looking for somewhere in the ruined walls and soiled floor. His eyes stopped searching on Enzo's carefree face. He then proceeded to shout a very foul name, several foul names, a dozen foul names. His face was a deep shade of crimson beneath his brown skin, and he looked oddly disheveled, but he proceeded to pick up his friend by the belt of his pants, parading him around the room and shouting for the whole apartment complex to hear just what amount of foul curse words he thought Enzo was.

Though, he remembered Amma was still on the phone, and with Enzo tucked beneath one of his arms he placed the phone clumsily to his ear again and said:

"Well?" He wanted to know, not realizing he was suddenly holding his breath.

((hahahahahaah XD))