My Fabulous Killjoys - Part 43

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My Fabulous Killjoys - Part 43

When I woke up from the slumber that engulfed me after reaching such brilliant news, I was shocked to see that It was past ten o’clock. It was amazing that I’d slept so late, usually I was up way before this.
I tossed the covers off my legs lazily, and got up and out of the bed, walking over to the worn, light colored dresser that was now filled with clothing that was actually mine.
They were compiled of contributions from everyone, and, though it wasn’t much, I was undeniably thankful to not have to either wonder around in dirty clothing or have to worry about washing them every day.
While Dr. D, Electric Trip and the others had wondered out to grab clothing along with Dr. D’s Transmission equipment from UTHQ, Kiss and Ink had told them about where they had been hiding, and Ink went with them to retrieve the small amount of possessions they had accumulated over the short period of time they were there. Then, while they were out, they unexpectedly came across a truck that was transporting store goods (including clothing), and they had made a short raid.
By the time they had gotten back, the trunk was so full they had to practically bungee it down to keep it closed. So, in effect, I had a great deal of clothing, some new, some hand-me-downs.
I pulled on a pair of new jeans that had been my size, a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, with faux wear spots on the thighs, and the new, unworn material felt luxuriant on my skin. I then grabbed hold of an oversized t-shirt that I recognized as one of Ghoul’s.
It must have been placed in my clothing on accident.
I smiled at the yellow and black patterning of it and slipped it over my head, closing the drawers in front of me after grabbing out a pair of socks and throwing them on the unbelievably comfortable bed.
I walked over to the mirror that hung on the wall of the old hotel room, and brushed out my blond , hair that was slightly longer then shoulder length. I tried to examine the top of my head, to see whether or not the brown roots were growing in, but I guess not enough time had passed. It didn’t matter to me too much though… I didn’t mind being a Blonde.
I reached down to the rickety table and grabbed up some make-up that had also been nonchalantly passed around the women that Trip and Ink had grabbed up inconspicuously during the raid. I was relieved to find that there was some my shade, and was anxious to try it.
I brushed my hair back from my face and applied the make-up and I watch as my skin grew from mediocre to radiant, and I applied a thin layer of eye makeup. I wasn’t one for thick makeup unless it was for a special occasion, of which just waking up with nothing on the schedule was not. I was happy for it to be that way, though.
After applying a thin layer of mascara to my already long lashes, I turned back to my bed, grabbing up the socks from their place and setting them on my bedside table, grabbing hold of the covers and returning them to their neat position. It was the first time since being with my parents that I had a bed to genuinely call my own for more then a night or two here and there, so I was taking care of it, making up it’s covers every day.
When I was finished, I sat down, and grabbed up the pair of socks from their place and slipped them on my feet. I also noticed the new pony tail holders that were given me sitting there along side a tube of lipstick that I was debating whether or not to keep, and I thought about putting my hair up, but at the last minute decided to leave it down.
I sat there for a minute, examining all my new belongings. I had gotten new clothing, makeup, a hair brush - which was a genuine luxury along with the make up - pony tail holders, and believe it or not, they had even been able to nab some jewelry to distribute. It was really a great find, and I was happy and surprised with all my new found possessions.
Believe it or not, I actually felt like a girl again as I threw myself one last look in the mirror, thinking in my head that I really didn’t look too bad. I didn’t sustain too many injuries during the BL bust, and everything else had pretty much healed over, just little minor swirls of purple or blue here and there, mostly on my jaw line. The cut on my brow didn’t look bad either. Like I said, I looked halfway decent.
I exited the room, leaving my door slightly ajar as I entered the hallway, almost instantly colliding with Jet as he walked casually down the hall as well.
“Hey, Kick.”
“Jet. How’re you doing?”
“Good.” he said. He leaned against the wall opposite me, and I did the same action across from him. “How about you? Sleep well?”
“yep. I’m loving this new bed - it’s like sleeping on a cloud!”
His eyes squinted as we laughed together, his more of a rich, deep chuckle in comparison to my light breathy laugh.
“They are nice, I know.”
“Do you think we’ll be staying here very long?” I asked, and he pursed his mouth to one side as he flicked his eyes up, thinking about the question before he answered.
“I hope so. I mean, we should - This place is right on the center line of two zones, and even though the zone are ‘United’-” he said, making a quote unquote gesture with his fingers. “they are still property driven. They are worried about their zones and their zones only. When we’re right here on the border like this, they’d need one heck of a reason to come all the way out here, and they don’t right now. They don’t even know if we’re truly here. SO yeah… I think we might be here at least for a little while.”
“It’ll be interesting.” I said, allowing my eyes to drift off of the man’s face who was standing In front of me.
“Aw, come on, we’re not that bad of company.”
“No, I didn’t mean it like that! I meant… Well, I’m a war time baby, so to speak, so living in peace… I just hope I can handle the anonymity of it all. Before, whenever I was with Dawn or Blades, if we were out of harms way for too long, we’d consider it as ‘boring’, so we’d take off in search of another adventure. I haven’t had prolonged down time in a long while. We were always running, or hiding, or fighting, or something. To be honest, it was exhausting.”
“We’ll be grand.” He said with a smile as he walked over and threw his arm around my shoulder.
“You cant be bored when you’re around us. Plus, Kick - you’re a bit wound up. I mean, you sleep with a phasor ALL the time. I think you could use a bit of down time.” he said and I laughed.
“Yeah, I guess I do… hey! So, how are you and Ink doing?” I asked, shifting from one foot to the other as I looked up at his dark and deep eyes. He bit his lip and gave me a small grimace.
“Uh… Not that hot. I mean, we’re okay, but… WE haven’t really talked since the kiss…”
“Are you serious?!”
“Yeah… Is that really bad?”
“Uh… I mean, it’s not like you killed her dog or anything, but… I mean… for all you know, she could think that you’re just a kiss and go kind of guy.”
“She doesn’t think that!”
“How do you know?! You haven’t talked to her about it! What is it about guys that it’s so hard to just… Talk? I mean, it’s not like you have to jump through a string of hoola hoops that are on fire to only face a dragon at the end. It’s actually pretty simple. You just go up, and… talk to her!”
“It’s not that simple!”
“Yes it is!”
“No it’s not… I mean, I have no clue what I’m going to say. Yes, it might be simple for guys like Ghoul, or Poison who are built from nothing but the suave gene, but… I’m not. I’m clumsy, and klutzy, and cant speak very well. It’s like, I see her, and my tongue doesn’t work anymore! I mean it… It’s like… I don’t know.”
“All you need, Jet, is just some practice. You can practice, get an idea of what you want to say, and then just, ask to speak with her in private, and say it. What would you say?”
“I don’t know! That’s… That’s just it.”
I thought for a minute as I looked into his puppy dog, pleading eyes that were begging me for help. He really needed it too.
“Fine, I’ll help you.” I said with a sigh, and just then, he grinned at me, and, grabbing hold of my wrist, he pulled me into action down the hallway, until we came to his room, and he led me inside, the door left open as he stood in front of me.
“Okay… help.”
I tried to control the laughter that wanted to leak through my lips as I looked at his bewildered face with his furrowed brows and mouth that was pressed into a stressed out line.
“Okay… Uh… Well, odds are, she’s going to want you to get straight to the point, because she’ll end up jumping to her own conclusion if you’re not careful, so you need to speak with confidence, but also humility. Tell her that you want it to be more, but be sure not to tell her that that’s the way it’s going to be. Does that make sense?”
“Only slightly.”
“Okay, uh… just. Start and I’ll give you tips along the way.”
“Okay - wait. Start what?” he asked as he turned from me for a moment and was about to speak before he realized he had no clue what he would be saying.
“Talking!”
“Why?”
“Because, we are practicing, you nitwit! I’m Ink, and you’re you, okay?”
“What if I wanted to be Ink.” he said with a grin on his lips, even though I could tell he was trying madly to control it. Needless to say, he was failing.
“Okay, that’s just disturbing. Anyways, go.” I said and he composed himself, and whipped off his playful grin and looked down at me.
“Okay, uh… Ink - I was just wanting you to now that… That Kiss the other night, I want you to know wasn’t just some random kiss for me. I care about you, and I was wondering… If maybe you wanted to like… Go steady or something. What do you say?”
“Go steady?” I asked, widening my eyes at him and smiling a bit at the corner of my mouth.
“yeah. Isn’t that what people say?”
“Uh… I guess it conveys the general idea.”
“Okay, then, what do you say? Would you like to?”
I thought about it for a minute, debating whether to be easy or to play hard to get. Finally just went for the easy.
“Uh, sure. Why not?” I said and he furrowed his brows.
“Well, hopefully her reaction is a bit more enthusiastic then that.”
“Well, just warning you, it might not be.” I said as I took a step back and leaned against he doorway of his room.
“why not?”
“Because. I mean, she likes you, but she doesn’t want you to know that she likes you a bunch, because she doesn’t know if you feel the same way. I mean, she might just play it cool.” I said and he took a step back and sat down on his bed, folding his arms across his chest.
“Women are just too complicated! I mean, you say that I have to talk to her, otherwise she might think that my affections aren’t serious, but it doesn’t matter if she seems serious about it?”
“It’s easier for girls because guy’s like a chase, I think.” I said and he squinted his brown eyes at me slightly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He wasn’t getting irritated I don’t think as much as just getting frustrated with the fact that the more he thinks he knows about women, the less he really did. In fact, I actually kinda felt bad for him.
“it’s just that… Well, guys don’t like it when girls throw themselves at them, they find women like that annoying or… cheap, you know? I mean, it’s one thing for a girl to make it known that she’s interested, but it’s another to be like a little teenager, all giddy and excited to be around him - the latter is just annoying. And women want to be seen as women. Not a teenager who gets overexcited about the possibility of finding Mr. Right. And guys like a girl with a bit of mystery. I mean, not a whole bunch, but just a bit, so that it keeps them thinking. At least that’s what I think.
“So, when a girl likes a guy, and wants them to know that she likes him, then when or if she tells them, she doesn’t want it to seem weird or awkward, so she’ll downplay it. Now this doesn’t work for girls, so don’t be getting any ideas. Girls are hopeless romantics, they love the idea of a man confession his love to her, but a guy likes it when a woman is dignified. AM I right, or am I right?”
I could tell by the blank look on his face that I’d rambled too much.
“I don’t know. I guess you are. I just wish things were simpler.” he said, his palms coming up to catch his falling head. I walked over and sat down next to him, putting my hand on his shoulder.
“Jet, you’ll be fine. It only sounds complicated because you’re making it complicated. Trust me, it will be one of the quickest conversations you will ever have.” I said. He turned to me and narrowed his eyes at me, but I could tell that it was a playful gesture.
“I really hope this works.”
“Jet, for the sake of my own sanity and for the sake of all the unborn children of your future life with this girl, so do I.”
He blushed as he lifted his hand and pushed on my shoulder, us both laughing together.