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Disclaimer: I do not own any character or scenario created for the 3 Ninjas universe. I don't make a profit from this work of fiction, it's just something for fun.

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Rocky slowed the car to a stop outside of the Simmons's home. Colt swallowed a lump in his throat, which was a bad idea because he now feels a metaphorical knot in his stomach. For once he was peeling his flesh from the handle not due to Rocky's near Grand Theft Auto style of driving, it was because he's so nervous that the sweat on his palms adhered to the leather material on the means of exit. Was it too late to turn around? Of course not. Geri has no clue that he's outside.
"So, are you gonna use this as an opportunity to ask out this dream girl?"
Hearing Rocky's voice, Colt came back to his senses. "That was the plan. And to check on her, of course."
"But, with no influential friends around making her uncomfortable, to dish out a "No", you have a better chance."
That was also correct. Confidence restored, he detached his hand from the faux leather buoy, then popped open the door.
"Just make sure you stay calm - talk to her forehead if you have to." Rocky was saying as a presumed helper. "Anything to keep yourself from Colting-it-up."
"I got it. Wait.. What?" He looked over his shoulder at the little dirty-blond rabbit that's about to be offed by a mountain lion. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"You know.. that thing you do when you really like a girl," he smiled all innocently with gumdrops. "You get nervous, then you mumble, then you trip over things. Colt-it-up."
Colt squinted Shuriken at his brother. He has some nerve! He doesn't get like that.
As if reading his brother's mind, Rocky said. "Think about."
And, unintentionally, he does. That time he went sailing over his bike when he found out he had a shot at Jo, because Rocky wasn't gonna go after her, too. Celia Purdy. He got a nasty burn on his fingertips touching one of those hot plates from Chili's. And Misty Cardenas. Six stitches from trying to show-off his ninja skills too close to a tool shed. Glaring at Rocky, who only raised his brows as a "Told ya so", he felt sick.
He then pushed himself out of the car, muttering as he exited. "I hate you."
His legs became wooden as he marched his way to the door. He can do this. He can be his usual sweet, cool, unnerved self. His finger reached for the bell. Cool doesn't knock in hopes it won't be heard, cool wants attention. So cool rings the bell. He tipped his head back to look at the house. It's the first time he's ever been over, for as long as he's known her. She'd likely think the same, if she came to his house. They usually hang out around the neighborhood or over at Troy's since he has Switch with extra controllers.
'Colt-it-up. Get a life, Rocky.' As if his brother has nerves of steel around girls that he likes.
"Who are you?" An older guy, roughly college grade, or soon-to-be, answered the door.
Colt was glad for the personality reset. He righted his emotions due to being greeted by the wrong person. "Is Geri feeling well enough for visitors?"
The older guy just stared at him.
Colt swayed a bit, he then shrugged out his hands. "I don't know any other languages to ask with."
"Why do you care?"
"Because Geri is my friend; I found out she's sick. I'm allowed to worry about her." He left out the insult to him.
Arms crossed, the bouncer looked like he had all day to barricade the door. "I'll give her a message from you. How's that?"
"It's fine. But, I have her homework," he lied. "and I wanna go over the lesson with her." Assertiveness time. Colt prides himself on the principal that you can tell him "No" but he won't listen. Unless your name is Jessica Douglas. Then it's a mentally saluted "Yes ma'am". Mothers are a force. So, with that personality trait instilled, he shoved by and used his speed to dash up the stairs.
"Hey!"
The guard chased Colt up the stairs, snagging him right when he bolted past the bathroom and the master bedroom. Colt thought about fighting free. He easily could break out of the hold, but it wouldn't look good on his - - already unflattering - - resume, to be the boyfriend who beat up the brother.
"I'm not here to cause trouble, I just wanna say hi, and check on her." He then called out. "Geri! You home? Where's your bedroom?"
"Jeffrey?" Came a disembodied voice up the hall.
The guard let him down onto his feet, roughly, then walked to his sister's door. Knocking, he called through the blockade. "You decent? You have... company." He ground out with a glare at said "company".
"Yeah. Hold on,"
There was a sound of rustling, a familiar swoosh, like a brush passing through hair. Then the sound of footsteps before finally the door opened. Geri smiled at Colt, then threw her brother an exasperated look because he has a firm grip on her friend's shirt collar.
"What? You know how guys like him are?"
"Whatever. You gonna let me go?" Colt shrugged free, pretending it took a little effort. He wanted to have an air of a sweet guy being brutalized by a jerk, rather than the brute who defends himself better than he was attacked.
"He's cool, Hector. You can go." Geri walked back to her bed.
Colt smugly grinned at his competitor, who, in return, gestured that he was watching him and listening. Let him lurk all he wanted. Colt was going to be a perfect gentleman. However, he did close the door; man needs privacy to make a move.
His hazel gaze looked around like a camcorder, taking it all in and storing it all away. Photos placed here and there of Geri and Amy. Another with girl and guy whom he doesn't know. She has nothing pink, which he didn't expect. Girls like Geri, don't do pink. Her room was muted with green, grey, and accent traces of beige, most likely to match the carpet that came with the home. Her furniture is metal and wood. It's a very cozy space that he could see spending a lot of time in. She even has a small armchair.
"I like your room." He mentioned, and took a seat in the armchair.
"Thanks. You should have seen it before," she shuddered. "They say the bed frame doesn't creak, but that old thing used to scream to the neighbors. And the dressers were cheapo, and didn't match each other."
Colt only smiled politely, he wasn't good at small talk either. "I noticed something, your brother has an English accent, but you don't. Is he adopted?"
Geri's sudden laugh was so pretty that Colt felt his pulse quicken. "No. I'm half American half British, on my dad's side. My family lived there until Hector was 5 then they moved to Newport in Connecticut, now we live in Sunny California."
"That sucks; you never got to live in England."
"I thought so, too." She looked thoughtful. "But, L.A. is a better fit for me."
'Does she mean because of me? I might really have a chance!' Weakened by the joy of success, he started to ask. "Geri, do you.."
But she cut him off. "So, what are you doing here? Did you bring my homework?" She grimaced.
"Actually, no. I just wanted to check on you." He nodded towards the photo as if that was where the spoken of stood. "Amy told me you were out sick. It's nothing serious, right? You'll be well enough by the end of the week?" He flinched. "And that sounded really insensitive, didn't it?"
She gestured with her fingers that it did by that much. "It's ok. No one is gonna spoil Spider-Man for you. You can go without me, if you're that nervous."
"No. I just really wanna go with you. I don't care about spoilers." He does but, he really would rather keep the date. "So, she said you're sick a lot. Are you o.k?"
"Weak immune system. I'll be o.k. after some time." She nodded. "I usually am."
"Good. I'm glad." He bit his bottom lip. "I was afraid it was something horrible or incurable... I'm kinda still enjoying being friends."
Geri nodded. "I'm enjoying being friends with you, too."
Colt felt a presence, and looking at the door, a shadow passed by exposed by the spice between door and floor. Hector really stuck around. What a creep! What, does he think Colt is gonna knock Geri down onto the bed she's already sitting on, then ravage her? He's not that aggressive with girls who don't seem the type to like that sort of thing.
'Or would she like that sort of thing?'
Colt allowed his mind to wander there. Geri would initiate the activity by taking his hand into her's. She'd guide it down her torso then up beneath her pajama shirt; no bra there because she's at home relaxing, and then she would lean back instructing him along to rest over her.
"Do you play?" Geri asked.
"Yeah.." Colt spoke from far away on a blissful puffy cloud.
"Great. I'm not up for the adrenaline rush, so you go ahead. I'll watch," Geri went on. "Unless you get performance anxiety?" She teased.
"What?" Snapping out of his daydream, he watched Geri exit her bed, then set up the PlayStation. "Oh. No. I'll play." He took the VR headset. 'Not the playing I was going for; but, she does want my company. So, I'll take what I can get.'
He's not the gamer Rocky is. He prefers more outdoorsy stuff. Why virtually play football when you could actually, physically do it? It'd be like ninja training mentally. Why? Get dirty. Kick some ass. Lay your life on the line. Colt looked around when the screen glowed. He's in an office setting. There are computer monitors at each desk. Maybe it's not an office but a school? He looked at his virtual hands.
"What is this?" He asked, looking around the Virtual Reality morphed bedroom. He can't see Geri at all.
"Elevator Ritual."
Colt felt a shiver down his spine. He's doesn't often hear a voice without seeing the speaker, and it magnified it greatly. She has such a nice voice. He felt compelled to ask more questions to continue storing euphoria. "Ok, what do I do now?"
Geri told him to follow the instructions on the screen. He listened. It led him into an elevator, pressing buttons that lit up on their own. He's not usually a coward to horror movies, but this is pretty freaking realistic. His ninja nerves are pricked, waiting for something to spring out to get him. He'd be ready for it, though he has no way of fighting it. Maybe there will be a battle and he'll use his fist. So far, all he's doing was pressing buttons and peeking down corridors.
"Step off."
"Why?" He felt his heart rate speed up. Something was out there. As the faceless character exited the safety of the enclosed place, he jumped a bit when looking back at the closing door. He could swear there had been someone inside. Geri chuckled and eased his nerves, he tried to save face a bit. "They could do a better job with graphics."
"Maybe."
"Shit. What was that? No, who was that?" He corrected. He heard a voice.
He watched as the lights turned on down the dark hall, one by one, as if they are on a motion detector. He swore and turned back towards the elevator to get back inside. He pushed more buttons only this time the elevator dropped, floor by floor until it hit the basement. Then the doors popped open. Colt listened to the dialogue, the character was talking to someone he can't see. Then..
"Boo!"
He jumped out of his skin, not just from the ghost rushing in his view but Geri poked him on the side. He laughed, removed the headset, then glared at her with mock anger. "You set me up."
She shrugged innocently. But her grin said "Yup.". "It's fun, right?"
"Better than that crap they put on the big screen." He set down the device on the bed. "Well, besides tricking your friends into the afterlife, what else do you like to do?" He smoothed down his hair.
"I like to read."
Colt blinked hearing that. Video games and reading, sounds like Rocky. Raising his hand, he stood and teasingly said. "Bye."
"No, no, no, come back." She smiled, holding his arm instructing that he sit back down. "I like sports, especially baseball and volleyball." She pointed to the closet. "I also like to draw."
Colt sensed that she wasn't too willing to keep getting out of bed, so he grabbed the sketch pad for her. He brought it over and set it down over her lap. He looked at each sketching with amazement. They are incredibly detailed. The flowers, the television, the dog. He loved the dog sketch. But the one he truly loved was the self portrait. His gaze was transfixed on it.
"Are you gonna go to art academy, after graduation?"
"No. This is just my hobby. I've come a long way from stick-figures making toast, that's for sure."
The astonished ninja turned the page finding more self portraits of her, each one better than the last in the smallest way. One had a better smile captured. Another focused on the eyes. Another in profile showed off ears that he wouldn't have noticed, but now that he can see them, due to her tied up Bob, he decidedly added another infatuation about her to his list. He can even see an empty hole on her upper ear.
"Geri, can we go.."
He was interrupted by her bedroom door opening. Hector looked at Colt and asked. "Are you through? Because it seems like your Lyft driver is getting restless."
"Shit. I forgot all about Rocky,"
"Rocky?" She closed her book.
"My brother, I asked him to bring me over." He leaned and hugged her on instinct.
In his mind they've dated dozens of times. Successfully at that. To say Geri was surprised by it was putting it mildly, she nearly shoved him away as if she had no clue what was going on, since they weren't the hugging type of friends.
"Bye." He said to her, pretending the expression of shock was because she'd been asked out rather than touched so intimately by a mere friend than a best friend. "Glad you're gonna be o.k." he smiled. "I'll see you when you get back to school."
Hector looked ready to toss him out to the curb. "Faster."
"I know the routine."
He was glad Geri laughed, when he placed his hands behind his back, pretending to be scuffed and escorted away.
Colt felt on top of the world. He learned so much about his dream today. Maybe someday she could sketch him. And in the midst of concentration, she'll fall for him, like all those cheesy movies he'd not wanted to see trailers for, but such was a commercial break.
"What were you doing in there? Earning a degree in medicine to cure her?" Asked Rocky, pulling away from the curb once the seat belt was snapped in place. "I've been through two entire CDs."
"I got distracted. We talked, played a game, looked at some drawings.."
"Great. And did you ask her out?"
Colt chose to take interest out the window.
"...You Colted-it-up, didn't you?" He chuckled.
Colt's face scrunched in upset. "Oh would you go get a boyfriend, and stay out of my love life."
Rocky continued to laugh, and shook his head. "I'm still on dating hiatus."
"Isn't that special." Yet. Rocky wasn't wrong. He missed his chance again. Any longer and she really will start seeing someone, because he'll be there to ask her out. And he'll be... friend-zone through duration. Or forever. That can't happen. He has to properly ask her out.
Friday. D day.
'Which shirt says hanging-out but take-me-seriously?' He looked over a black and blue t-shirt. The black has a phrase written on it: Normal. But the R is the only letter facing the right direction. The blue one has a racing stripe up the arms. 'I need something that pops. These don't pop. Red. Perfect.' He rarely ever wears red. It'll be perfect.
He'd rather feel insecure because of his clothes rather than his feelings. It's the perfect underlying distraction.
Rocky and Tum Tum were at the desk doing homework. They prefered to get it done and have the weekend to themselves instead of holding out until Sunday evening. Sunday is for relaxing at home, which is, to Colt, the perfect day for homework. So readying himself for a date didn't make him feel like he was shirking his duties at all.
"Are you done? I'm gonna clean up the bathroom," Tum informed, once Colt appeared from beyond, dressed and seemingly ready to go.
Rocky and Colt snapped attention to their younger brother. It wasn't what he said but how he'd phrased it. He's going to clean. Not, he was told to clean.
"Okay, Mulder, what's with the X-File?" Rocky placed his hand to Tum Tum's forehead. "No fever."
"Maybe he's a pod?"
"Hey!" Tum swatted Colt's hand when he reached for his shirt.
"Nope. Bellybutton. So, what gives? You don't clean."
Rocky ignored the urge to include Colt in that statement.
"Can't a guy take pride in his room?"
"Colt's getting serious about girls, Tum is cleaning, it's a world gone mad."
Colt decidedly zipped his lip, instead of throwing it out there that Rocky was bisexual. So, he wasn't an innocent in the madness.
"Fine. Mom asked if I wanted to make five bucks. I said, yes, and she threw in a Hershey's Gold bar." He got up from his seat, pulled it from the dresser, gave it a sniff which released a pleased sigh, then he returned to doing his homework.
"Well, glad we solved that mystery. I'm heading out. Later."
"Later." Tum called.
"See ya." Rocky replied.
When Colt was out of earshot, Tum Tum asked. "He's gonna Colt-it-up isn't he?"
"Big time."
The movie was insanely good. High dives, explosions, he did that thing where he holds stuff from falling with webbing and Spidey-strength. It was a really cool movie. Colt was sure he'd be seeing it again with his brothers or one of his other friends.
"I love the comedy in action movies - - especially Thor."
"No. Not another Hemsworth fan," Colt groaned to Geri's declaration.
"The man is h.o.t.t. hawt. But, I'm more into Loki."
"Aa."
"He has an underrated coolness about him." She pulled the band from her hair.
Colt watched the auburn waterfall fan out. Now or never. "Y'know, Geri... we have a sort of underrated coolness about us. Like, if people saw us, they'd think we're a couple."
Geri looked taken aback. "Why would they think that?"
"Because," he swallowed. Coaching himself mentally to stop being Rocky, he pressed on. "Because, sometimes, others know before you do." Taking her by the shoulders, he pulled her in and kissed her.
Geri responded - - for a millisecond. She shoved him hard enough to make a guard in football quit to give her his position. She looked at him with such fear, he felt he'd victimized her. "Colt..."
"I'm sorry for being pushy. But, I like you... I really like you." He reached but she withdrew. "Geri, please, I know I'm more of a dater than a lover, but I feel differently towards you. Please consider it..." He begged. He hated that he had to beg.
"It's... complicated."
"Why? Are you not allowed to date?" He's known, from Rocky saying why he was rejected a few times, that some girls aren't allowed to date until they're out of school. "Or because of the sickness thing. I won't find you a bother. I swear."
Geri looked as though she was wavering. But then she shook her head. "You won't want me."
"Yes. I do."
"You're not hearing me, I said "won't" not "don't","
This time Colt was surprised by a hug. A very tight one. He closed his eyes and smiled at the scent of her perfume. The feel of her breast to his chest. Her hips. Wait. What? His eyes snapped open. In his ear she said quietly.
"You get it?"
Then she pulled away, and walked back into the theater to wait for her ride to show up. Colt stood there for what felt like ages, even when she'd gone by and got into her brother's car to be taken home. He just stood. Stunned. He felt.. a penis.
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