Every City Needs a Kitty Like Me! - Summer, A Bones fanfic

So...I think I understand the inner workings of the lj page a little more now. So I'm gonna put up a story...maybe when I have more people to read it I'll get some comments. It's a Bones story, a little weird but It's an AU story. Read and tell me if ya like.
Title: Summer.
Author: happy_overdose
Disclaimer: No copyright intended. I just love to write.
“Who’s that?” asked Cammy as she handed another basket to her sister Angie. Angie in turn put the basket on the back of the pick up they were loading to carry to Mr. Goodman’s store as their daddy told them to. Jeffersonian Town’s major grocery store sold the produce that their daddy grew.

The guy coming up the driveway held their attention for the moment. He didn’t look like anybody who ever lived in Jeff Town. He walked differently. The car down the gate was a candy apple red convertible that the sisters knew nobody in their town would be outrageous enough to buy.

He looked good from a distance. They couldn’t see him properly because the cool shade from the trees on the driveway cast him in shadow, but from what they could see the stranger was quite a handsome fellow.

“I don’t know,” said Angie, wiping her wet hands in her jeans and studying what she could of the guy coming up the way, “He sure looks cute though.”

“You can’t see him proper,” said Cammy, “I wonder if he’s one of Tempe’s friends from the University. They never come up here though.”

Their sister appeared on the porch behind them, and they looked at her to see if she had any recognition on her face.

“My my, what a nice car,” said Tempe, folding her arms, “I bet he’s a rich son-of-a-gun.”

“So you don’t know him?” Cammy asked, tilting her hat back to further study her sister’s reaction. Tempe was sizing up the stranger, looking like she already decided to loathe him. Tempe was like that at times.

“No,” she answered, though the simple word held a lot more meaning than a simple word usually did.

“I bet he’s some important senator’s son, or something. He look like he been in big posh cities and things like that all his life. Out here must look like Saturn to him.”

“And I’m just the girl to show him around Saturn, aren’t I?” said Angie, turning on her charm. Angie could charm the venom out of a scorpion. She had a naughty smile and playful eyes. Though none of the sisters could be said to be the prettiest, Angie got the most attention, just by her attitude.

“You do that. I’ll go get daddy.” Tempe went back into the house calling for their father. Mr. Max, as people sometimes referred to him, was a very important man in Jeff Town. He was the acting Mayor, not that the actual Mayor looked like he had any intention of coming back. If there was somebody new moving to town, he’d want to know about it, or it was just as likely he already knew.

“DADDY!” Cammy and Angie heard Tempe calling. They looked at each other and back at the new guy, who was stepping out of the shade.

He was handsome with brown hair and chocolate piercing eyes. The T-shirt and jeans he wore were normal enough, but he still had an aura of affluence around him. His gaze latched on to the pair of them as he made for the green pick-up they were loading. Angela’s smile lit up the place brighter than the summer sun. Cammy had one eyebrow higher than the other.

“Hi,” Angie waved at him, “How’s it goin’?”

“Hi to you too,” he said, his smile welcoming, but not openly flirtatious like Angie’s, “Is this the Sunshine Farm?”

“It used to be. It’s been a long time since it’s been a farm,” Cammy took off her hat, running her hands through her jet black hair. She bet she looked like a sloppy kid in her short shorts and pink button up shirt with berry stains on it. Flinging the hat on the driver’s seat, she continued, “We still grow a lot of things, but mostly for the market in town. I guess that makes it a farm. So yeah.”

“Our sister’s gone to get our daddy,” Angie said a little bit too breathlessly, “Who are you? Are you moving to town?”

“Well, yeah. My dad’s got this idea of building a restaurant here. He did very well when we were in D.C. but he hates city life and this town reminds him of where he grew up. I’m Seeley.”

“Nice to meet you, Seeley,” the sisters said in unison. Just then, Tempe and their daddy stepped onto the porch.

“Are you the kid of that man who owns the new restaurant?” was the first thing Max asked Seeley.

“Yes, I am.”

“Why the hell you leave your car there? This may be the country boy, but these hooligans we have out here can still strip that baby in a New York minute.”

“Really?” concern washed over Seeley’s face as he looked back at his car. The girls turned and glared at their father. He had a penchant for testing all the young men’s ‘reflexes’, whatever that meant. He would turn a hand shake into a thumb wrestling match. His daughters’ boyfriends were always hit the hardest.

“He’s just kidding Seeley. Daddy, this is Seeley. That’s his name,” Cammy emphasized the last word because she knew her father called all males younger than him ‘boy’.

“My father sent me up here to ask if you would be interested in selling some of your produce on a regular basis to him once the restaurant is open. He has already set up a meeting with the acting Mayor to formalise the deal, but he hopes that local producers will be behind him, thus creating opportunities for the entire community.”

“I know. I’m the deputy Mayor, boy. And yes, I like your father. I’m sure the farms around here will be backing the idea. So thank you. I’ll get one of the girls to get you some thing to drink. You must be hotter than hell driving around to every farm in town. Cammy, Angie, Tempe, show this boy some hospitality.”

With that he went back to work budgeting for the new roof for the town’s theatre.

“No, actually, I’m...” Seeley made to complain.

“Would you like some lemonade?” Angie asked him, “Tempe makes it too sour, but I’ll put extra sugar in it for you.”

“Angie!” Tempe shouted at her sister.

“You’ll love a slice of the cake we got from Jack’s cook, Miss Linda. It’s plain, but she makes it taste so special, I just eat so much of it when she carries it over,” said Cammy, taking Seeley’s arm and leading him up to the porch.

“Would you like a seat?” Tempe asked, hospitable, even though she didn’t want to be. She hated men now. Her boyfriend Sully had moved out of town while she was away at college and didn’t even leave a note, a phone number to contact him, nothing. All he left was the rumour that he had gone after some ex he was supposedly still in love with. She didn’t want her father hearing she had been rude to a guest however. She was the ‘apple of his eye’, he loved to say, because she was the most like her mother.

“Um...this isn’t really necessary, guys. But I’m stuffed. Do all the people in this town love to feed people?” he asked as he sat down on the

The girls giggled.

“You ain’t seen nothing. Wait till Christmas comes. People will be coming to your house to feed you!” Angela laughed.

“I’ll go get you that cake,” said Cammy, going back inside and wondering if it would look too obvious if she slipped upstairs and changed her stained shirt.

“And the lemonade!” Angela reminded her.

“So what do you girls do?” he looked up at the sisters that were left on the porch with him. The one in jeans and a tank top was pretty and sweet. She had a flirtatious smile and he liked her fun vibe. He though he heard the other one call her Angie. She looked like an Angie.

But the other one- Tempe was it? - she looked very...intriguing. The white knee-length sundress she wore was fluttering slightly. He wondered if it was him she was angry with; Seeley had a knack for reading faces and he could see that even though she was trying to be nice, she was not happy about it.

“Well, I’m going to art school, Tempe here is studying to become a forensic pathologist and Cammy-the one in the kitchen- she wants to cut open dead people.”

“She doesn’t want to cut open dead people, Angie, she wants to be a forensic pathologist. We’re gonna work together someday,” a small smile touched her lips at the thought of working with her sister.

“And I’m gonna work with them too. I was thinking of being a forensic artist, so we could all stay together. But I like painting and stuff,” said Angie.

“That’s really nice,” said Seeley, prying his eyes away from their racks. These girls were smart. He liked smart girls.

“Here you go,” Cammy came back with not only refreshment for Seeley, but for all of them, “Good thing Miss Linda has that knife fetish. She cuts up everything so you don’t have to.”

“Don’t tell out the lady’s personal business like that!” Tempe reprimanded her sister as she took up a glass to hand to Seeley, “He didn’t have to know about Miss Linda and her liking for knives.”

“If he didn’t hear it from me he woulda heard it from somebody else!” Cammy said back, then said to Seeley, “Miss Linda ain’t hurt nobody. Just fruits, vegetables and meat. She’s not crazy or anything.”

This one was a little sloppy, he saw. But just as pretty as her other sisters. The shorts she had on showed off more leg than was legal. These three were quite interesting, like a lot of the other girls he had met on his tour around the town. Maybe country living wasn’t going to be that bad after all. It was unfortunate that his mother was too much of a city girl to appreciate it. He had better get back to the new house and see if she was still screaming her lungs off at his father over moving back.

“Um, thanks. But I really gotta go. My mom and dad will be expecting me home by now. Can I get this to go?”

“You wanna borrow the plate?” Angie asked him.

“I can take it in my hand,” he gulped down half of the lemonade and handed Tempe the glass, “Thanks. And I’ll see you around.”

He took off down the road, realising that he really liked sour lemonade.

“He’s scrumptious,” said Angie, watching Seeley getting into his car over the rim of her glass.

“Yeah, he is. How much you wanna bet he’s moved into that house near Jack?” Cammy asked, “Who wants to go visit our best friend Jack?”

“Oooh, yes! But right after we carry that stuff to the store,” Angie smiled, “I gotta go get my swim suit!”

“Come on, we can’t bother the people. They just got here!” Tempe protested.

“Who says I’m gonna bother them?” asked Cammy, “We’re gonna visit Jack and swim in his pool. If the neighbours see, we can’t pry their eyes out. So you comin’?”

Tempe sighed, “Okay. But I’m not swimming.”

“Oh yes you are!” Angela took her sisters’ hands and dragged them through the door, “It’s freaking summer out there! We deserve to cool off.”