Guess { Chey } WHO!

[Jarrett Dallas Crowe]

Jarrett had a text conversation with his sister about how everything has been, but things didn’t seem too pleasing. Everything was falling apart so it seemed and wasn’t as it once was. His brother has a baby that she is caring for and he has been on a drunken bender while his sister runs Sophia’s and now one has put him in his place yet as far as Jarrett knows. He thought that maybe it was time for him to head home. Well it wasn’t exactly HIS home, but it was where his family was currently staying after the passing of their aunt. He had been taking care of things all over the world traveling the globe, but he wasn’t exactly like his family either. He was the black sheep and didn’t follow said code that most of them did when it came to creatures. Even the sweetest cute and cuddly kitten could become a killer given the right circumstances so he himself doesn’t trust any creature. He didn’t think the family should either.

 He has been studying them all the ones he can find and kept detailed records. He was a bit of a researcher and who knows if he continued with schooling maybe he could have found the cure for cancer. He thinks creatures are the world’s worst cancer and kill them and maybe things will get better. He hoped that was the case. He hoped he could continue his journey of discovery in Beacon Hills. He has heard it has become a kind of hot spot.

It took him nearly a week to get home since the text conversation to Chey. No one though he’d come home and that is how he wanted it. It wasn’t his home. Perhaps home is where the family is. He didn’t know. He slept in some dive motels or even camped out in the desert. He was one that in a pinch knew how to survive in the great out doors. It was a grand adventure and he’d probably tell his sister one day she should spread her wings and fly and find out what life means. She shouldn’t have to take care of their brother baby.

 She was still in School and didn’t need that added pressure on her plate. Why their father hasn’t kicked his ass yet was beyond him. He would surely put that boy in his place. He needed a good talking and maybe smack upside the head. He hasn’t decided yet. He’d stay as long as he was needed. He needed to help straighten the mess that his family was in out. What would they do if Chey went off to college next year? Who’d take care of the baby? Ryder needed to get his d&*^ out of his arse and step up his game before the tide rises too high and crashes down smothering him to death. It will happen. It so will happen. He had made it to Beacon Hills and the place didn’t seem too bad. He may have came here once or twice when he was younger with their father. He doesn’t remember. It would be in his journals if he had.

He parked his SUV in that was caked in dirt from head to toe and was in a serious need of a car wash in front of Sophia’s anyone could tell he liked to play rough and rough it outside under the nights blissful sky with stars twinkling above. It was glorious… Hopefully they didn’t see him as the tree hugger type, because he surely wasn’t a tree hugger. He was just and outdoors man and loved nature. That didn’t make him a tree hugger or a hippie did it? He didn’t care anyway people could think and whisper what they want. He’d shrug it off as if it were water and he was taking a shower with natures tears. People were entitled to their thoughts. He had slipped threw the doors of Sophia’s, and grinned he saw his little sister at the bar.

 She was beginning to look more and more like Samara daily. (not sure if he’d know, she was Samara’s or not assuming not) It was so cute when sisters look similar, but he could tell it was Chey. He had snuck up behind her, and placed his hands over her eyes. It looked as if she may have been doing homework or perhaps helping with the bars books to notice she was being snuck up upon. Hell who would think they’d be snuck up upon in a hunters bar to begin with anyways. It would be suicide, but a cheeky grin sprawled upon his lips as he whispered in her ear. “You’re dead.”Was all he had said to her. He wanted to see if she’d figure out who it is. He didn’t know if she had any boy toy. He was sure boys and even girls were lining up around the block to get a piece of her.

[Chevrolet Isabel Crowe]

As if repeating her senior year wasn't bad enough, trying to finish her exams by January was driving Chevrolet mad. If she wasn't dancing or helping take care of Everly, the little girl thrown onto their doorstep after Colt's ex wife had died, she was studying. She'd become used to living on tea, coffee and energy drinks and being so tired in the morning her eyes don't open fully. Her dreams of training to be a hunter were disappearing in the realisation that she didn't have time to brush her hair let alone anything else. She had three assignments due by the end of the week and if she didn't get them done, that was it. She was done.

Chey wasn't really expecting to see either of her brothers tonight, after all, one was probably miles away and the other was probably home with his little girl. Chey was tapping her pen endlessly against her text book as she read it. She couldn't count the amount of times she'd read the same line, repeating it quietly in French. She should probably call Alison, their family was fluent in the language. However as quickly as she thought of doing so, hands covered her eyes. She jumped slightly, putting her hand over his hands and grinning. "And you should know better than to think you could scare your kid sister that easy."

[Jarrett Dallas Crowe]

After the talk, he had with Chey via text and everything he knew he needed to be in Beacon Hills so home it was for him and he could see her tapping away on a book when he had entered the bar. It was quiet right now. He had tried to sneak up on her and scare her, but hell she was raised in this life so he should not expect her to be too scared. He’d have expected her to fight back, but she seemed to know it was him so she had stuck her hand over his and told him that he should know better then to try to scare her. It wasn’t an easy task.
 
“Well I guess I am going to have to try harder next time.” He had said to her, and peeked over her shoulder. “What you working on there?” He asked dropping his hand from her eyes, and taking his backpack off, and plopping it down beside her. Looking around the bar. “Let me guess your manning the fort?” He asked his brow rose knowing she shouldn’t be serving booze, but then again for all he knew the bartender could be on break or in the storage room.

“And you best turn around give your big brother a hug or I might have to kick your butt.” He teased giving her a playful nudge trying to get her off the stool. “So what’s going on? Anything interesting since we last spoke?” He had asked. He knew their family was having some problems especially with their brother so he had to return home and was trying to make it a bit of a surprise since no one expected to see him probably until Thanksgiving. He usually came home for the important holidays, but hasn’t been home for more than a week in seven or so years give or take one or too. He liked to travel and see things lots of things.

[Chevrolet Isabel Crowe]

Rolling her eyes, Chey looked down at her book. "French. I just cant get it... How is most of our family completely fluent and I can just about pronounce voulez vous coucher avec moi!?" She then quickly looked around the bar. It was a newly normal sight for her but she could only guess an unusual one for her brother. Looking over at the pregnant bar tender cooing over her boyfriend, the regulars making themselves at home and people she was starting to consider a new family she smiled. "It basically man's itself these days... I'm just here to steal Pepsi!" His prompt was all she needed to turn and dive into his arms. As hers wrapped around his neck her knee's bent, her legs up off the ground as she grinned and made squeeing noises into his ear!! "I can't believe you're here. I missed you so much!!"

She never let go of him. She was making up for all the hugs she'd missed while he was away, even if her arms were starting to get tired. "It's basically been the same... I met a guy but... Ryder and Samara decided on first glance he wasn't good enough... I guess that's just how things go around here...!" Chey daren't tell JD that she was still seeing this guy behind their backs, she wasn't completely stupid. She just figured if she didn't tell him then they would and then he'd get suspicious. "Why are you here JarJar?"

[Jarrett Dallas Crowe]

He asked his sister what she was studying and she said French and he snorted a little at what she said and she was right she could just pronounce it. “And do you know what that means? “He asked questioningly. “Maybe you are that odd black duck of the family that doesn’t speak it at all perhaps.” He said with a shrug of the shoulders. “Or perhaps you just need the right teacher maybe?” He told her and nudged her. “The best way to learn is hands on, but don’t tell the family I said that.” He said with a cheeky grin on his face. It was true it was how he learned most things about most cultures and traveling and being hands on getting to know the people and having excellent teachers. “Maybe we should get you a tutor.” He teased his little sister.

He had asked about the bar and she told him it operates itself these days. “It does really?” his eyes followed to where Chey had looked at the bartender cooing over her boyfriend. “I am shocked Samara lets that fly,” he stated. He would think she’d want the boyfriend being around being distracting to a minimum or something and shrugged. “ At least it is only Pepsi and not some of the hard stuff.” he said being the older brother that would say you are so dead if I catch you with a drink missy, but with how their father has been he thinks she may flee from the booze. At least he hopes she would and wouldn’t indulge a little too much into said activity like some teens. She of course wasted no time when he told her she best turn around and give him a hug in which she did she flung into his arms her own arms draped around his neck and his own wrapping around her waist to envelope her in a big bear hug, and her squeeing in his ear. “That is a sound that will never get old.” He said.

Chey told him that she couldn’t believe he was here and that she missed him. “I missed you too,” he said with a grin. He slid one arm away from her back to bop her on the nose more then capable of holding her up with one. She didn’t seem keen on letting go. “You need to stop growing up.” it was so true she had grown so much since he last seen her. He listened to Chey tell her what was up. “Well then I guess if they didn’t think he was good enough I’d think the same because you need someone to treat you like a princess and bow at your feet and if he didn’t do that then he isn’t good enough.” He really wanted someone for her that would treat her right and would love and worship the ground she walked on. She had asked what he was doing there. “Well by the sound of things going on around here last time I text you. It sounded as if things here weren’t going well and a certain brother and father of ours needed a little tough love and straightening out. So I came home.” it was simple as that.  He hoped on a few planes and came home.