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Girl who makes a new me	By : Resting-Madness Category: -Movies Misc > General Views: 708 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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?" Colt said into the darkness of their bedroom. "Are you awake?" No reply. "Rocky? Rock'?"
"What?"
"Why were you ignoring me?"
"I wasn't ignoring you. I was asleep, then you woke me up."
"I just wanted to tell you to be sure to not tell anyone at school about me and Geri dating." He leaned up on his elbow to look over into the consuming black that is Rocky's bed area.
It's so dark in the room, the only signs of life from his brother is his pale head and arms sticking out of the dark blanket. It looked like two white boomerangs and a bleached stone hanging out in the deepest sea. It's not always this dark in their bedroom, it's only when Rocky closes both the curtain and the blinds. The growing teens lost their kaleidoscope bedding and curtains in trade for something more mature and less radical. A calm set of tri-colored grey triangles on black, with a dash of light blue here and there in the bedroom for accent. The brothers thought it looked odd at first, but grew used to it over time. They would go as far as to admit liking it.
"Why would I tell your business around school?" Rocky mumbled, going back to dreamland, or at least trying. "Contrary to your thoughts; I don't spend my days talking about you and what you're doing. I'm interesting too, y'know."
Colt smiled. He knows. And he doesn't have such an ego as to thinking his brother's only ever talk about and think about him. "I'm just making sure."
Rocky was gone.
"He won't tell. Of course not." He lied back down on his side. "That goes for you too, Tum."
"I didn't say a word." The eavesdropper declared over a mouthful of whatever snack he sneaked into his pillowcase. The kid made an art of always being prepared to indulge. If only he could apply that go-getter attitude towards something useful. school work. House work. Regular brushing.
"See that it stays that way."
"Hey, I'm in middle school. As far as anyone is concerned, I'm an only child." He closed his bag of sugary sustenance, hid it back between cotton and Jersey material, then snuggled into bed, falling asleep in the stretch of silence.
Colt remained awake for a moment more, then he drifted off.
The next day. Colt Douglas shoveled breakfast down, foregoing fried potato hash and Spam for the quickness of cereal and a banana. He downed a cup of milk, then headed out into the garage for his bike. He wanted to ride to school with his girlfriend. That's what couples do. Since neither of them have a car, he decided biking was just as good as anything else for time together.
"Colt, hey!" She greeted when seeing him ride up the driveway.
"Hi. Wanna ride bikes to school?"
"Sure."
"I won't charge you. Get on." He half-teased; because he wouldn't charge her, but he did sincerely offer a ride without inviting it directly.
Geri snickered and shook her head. "No way. I'll get my bike." She disappeared back inside her home.
Colt watched as the garage opened and Geri popped out on her bike.
"Race ya," the bike eased quickly down the sloped driveway.
"No way. I wanted to ride bikes to linger," Colt informed. "We can spend more time together this way, before we feign 'just friends' with the other guys."
"Oh, of course." She slowed her pace to match his.
"My brothers said they wouldn't say anything about us - - if you were wondering."
"I wasn't. But good to know." Geri looked at Colt sideways, then said calmly. "Ya know... You don't have to be so tense. Nothing's changed between us... It's just, now, if we wanted to kiss or something, it's on the table without a slap on the cheek following it."
Colt felt his cheeks heat. He's wanted that for some time with her. When he'd first got his crush, all he wanted to do was hold Geri in his arms and kiss her. Make her feel like she's the only girl in the world. The only girl in his world. And now, he can. His heart throbbed with happiness. He had to still his pedaling to prevent inducing a heart attack.
"I like your outfit." He mentioned.
"I like it, but it's itchy. It's why I don't wear it so often."
"I've got that, except with me it's sweats. They don't fit right, but they're too comfortable to toss or give away." He removed his hand from the handlebar closest to his girlfriend, offering it to be held. He was pleased that it was taken.
They slowly wheeled along, pretending they were playing a game of Tipsy whenever they saw anyone with a backpack; instead of holding hands they shoved at each other until they were in the clear, then they'd resume the intimacy.
"I think love is in the air; Trollie has a girlfriend now."
Trollie is her Bedlington Terrier. Colt and Troy played with the trim, white dog whenever Geri brought it along with her. Colt could imagine her words while she told him about how the dog would guide her along a certain street during walks. He didn't know that even dogs know about being lowkey.
"Good thing we're already friends," Geri then said. "No one will bat a lash when we sit together at lunch." Hopping from her bike, she chained it up.
"Yeah." Colt suddenly grinned.
What was it about keeping secrets that made the blood pump in a happy manner? He thought it'd be annoying, but going over the situation, it will be intoxicating. Knowing what he knows, while knowing that no one else does. And he's a ninja. His hand will not be caught in the cookie jar from a slip-up. Once they started for the building, the emotional in disguise was in place. They were just two friends chatting about television, and weekend plans.
...
Troy swiped Colt up by an arm wrap. "Look who exists amongst us again."
Colt scoffed. "Whatever. I came."
"Only when Geri didn't. But, I saw her in Spanish, so unless you didn't notice her yet, shouldn't you be absent or about to flee?"
"We made up."
Happy to hear that, he replied though with a low-level. "Oh."
Colt kept his boast in-check. He can't tell his friend in class, he'll wait until lunch, where noise pollution cancels each other out. For now, he decided to just keep his mouth shut. Any conversation will be about anything other than relationships, or about how he and Geri made up.
"Wanna watch the game at my place? My mom is making pulled pork sliders."
"A'ight." If games were the only thing on Troy's mind, not spilling the beans too soon would be a breeze.
"Good morning class." The teacher greeted. "Mr. Douglas, I see your tummy is all better."
"Sir?"
"Your mother informed the office you had some bad sea food, and it was hitting you in waves."
The few kids who arrived and took their seats chuckled. Colt just smiled it off. Thanks a lot, mom. He thought ruefully. Nothing like giving people an image of you on the toilet. He let it slide though, he's feeling too good to be embarrassed.
The students drifted into the classroom before the bell which decreed them as late, then class began. It was pulling teeth as usual. Nothing could make math entertaining. The teacher could come up with fun exercises all he liked, math lost its appeal after addition and subtraction turned into division and multiplication. Arithmetic. Ugh.
Colt looked out the window and watched a butterfly struggling in a breeze. He smiled when the insect decided just to go with the flow. 'I wonder if it'll try again to come back this way, once the wind dies down?'
The teacher called him to the whiteboard to answer a problem. Colt tried to hide his horror of being outed as the guy not paying attention, but it showed when he clipped the desk with his hip when going to the board. He stood before it, blank. Then he filled in the answer. He was pleased with himself when the teacher it was correct, but he was snowballed when asked to show his work.
"Would you believe I get nervous in front of crowds?"
The teacher spared him a glance that clearly said "Get real".
"Right." He scratched his neck, then did his best.
"Mr. Douglas, paying attention is how we make it in life. You will find that you can't always skirt your way through a situation." He sighed in resignation. "You may sit down."
Colt released the marker like it was a snake then retreated to his seat, like the mouse said snake planned to eat. This time with his head out of the clouds. Lunch could not have come sooner. Well, he actually had a nice relaxing time in art class. They made refrigerator magnets. His mom will love it, the little bear with her birth gemstone for eyes. He dropped his tray onto the table beside Troy, sitting directly across from Geri. He cut his eyes at Amy, who cut her eyes back.
"I'm only here because of my friend." She sniped, since usually she sat at a middle row table. That's where the meat is. The gossips, trendsetters, and influencers. Edge tables are for the jerks who like to trip, and Indie 500 out of the cafeteria even before the bell.
"I know." Colt grinned cheekily, having boomeraged the comment back to her, as yes, she was only at his table because of her friend.
If not for Geri, he'd of upturn the bench, and dislodge her swiftly for sitting with him and his friends. He'd never had an outright problem with Amy, until his failed first date. And a few spats here and there, but nothing to go nuclear over. He wondered what assumptions were made by her. Probably the same ones that everyone makes. Colt and his smartmouth, bad temper, vindictive nature. A guy punches one jock in the mouth, he's branded for life. Leslie had it coming; he was horsing around which ended up with him catching a ball and landing on his bagged lunch. It was out of the bag at the time.
Geri arrived at the table. She was in the bathroom. "What did I miss?" She asked. Picking up her chocolate milk, she shook the carton.
"Amy trying to conjure up a demon to kill me when I sleep."
Amy stuck out her tongue.
"Well, just don't pick the one that creates bugs; those things creep me out when there's a swarm." Colt slid his foot forward, brushing it against Geri's foot. "Half my banana for half of your apple?" He asked.
It took everything she had not to blush and laugh. What was Colt doing? Her foot brushed lightly against his ankle. To get there, she was crafty; she crossed her ankles, being rather grandiose about it so the tip of her shoe swept up the cuff of her secret lover's jeans to make the brief contact against his flesh.
"Banana me." She removed half of her apple slices, and placed them onto his tray in trade for half of his banana.
Troy and Amy watched the exchange none-the-wiser. It was typical behavior between friends. However, Amy did notice that it was friendly.
"You two made up?" She asked.
"No." Geri replied loftily. "You know what a witch I am; clearly the apple is poisoned."
Troy snickered. The thought of Colt dressed as Snow White was funny. Would he be a dwarf? He'd better not be Dopey, that was for sure.
"When did you make up?"
"Yesterday."
Colt and Geri then began to speak telepathically through facial expressions. Should they say so now or wait until after school? Did they have to tell them at all. It made sense, since they don't want to have to become awkward around close friends. Now the question was how? Write it? Whisper? Gesture? Going about it in their own way, Colt typed it on the notepad on his phone and passed it to his friend. While Troy was reading, Amy was having it whispered into her ear.
Once the announcing couple left the pair to stew, they were met with widened eyes. It was surprising, to say the least. But why, was the question. Geri knew why Amy was surprised, after that bastard she'd dated before, being with guys was not easy for her. But, Colt wondered if Troy knew Geri when, or if he was simply surprised because he didn't know he liked her. There's no way he didn't know, he always gave them space so he could make his move. So why this apprehension?
"For real?" Troy asked.
Colt nodded. "But, don't say anything. It's a secret."
Troy had already read that much when he was passed his friend's phone. He scratched his head, then shrugged his hand. "Ok. And, I wasn't gonna tell anyone." He threw a glance to Amy, as if asking for her help for something.
Amy looked back, but her thoughts were unreadable.
"Guys, don't be uncomfortable; out loud, nothing's changed." Declared the in love female. "This is strictly an in-private situation." Her hazel eyes glanced around the cafeteria for eavesdropping spies, but there were none to note. "If it makes you uncomfortable.." She began but got cut off.
Colt barged in. "Suck it up, because this is already happening. And until we say otherwise, we're together." He pointed an I-dare-you-to-challenge-me finger at them.
Amy and Troy put up defensive hands. Colt and Geri could do as they like.
"I still think you're a brat, but, if Geri likes you then you're alright."
Colt was impressed at the loyalty there. He didn't know Amy could be so feral when defending a friend. It was nice. He felt that he could count on her to shove away creeps bothering his girlfriend; hopefully the other fellow peers no longer were.
"Well, I'm satisfied." Declared his best friend; he then resumed consuming his lunch.
"Amy?" He looked at her, big doe eyes on. Even people who don't like him, find him hard to resist when he requests something.
"Like I said, if you're who Geri wants... But, know this... I'll mess you up, if you hurt her."
"So, what, are they just never supposed to fight or break up to make up?" Troy balked. "That's unrealistic, and it'll break them up faster than my dear son screwing up," he wrapped his arm around Colt, his 'son', and assisted him in resting his head on his shoulder.
Colt laughed and shoved away from Troy. He wasn't wrong. Interlopers and monitors spoil the mood. No one wants to be under a microscope. You wanna love how you love. And if some of that is in wild fist of passionate bickering, so be it.
Lunch continued and ended as per usual. They all drifted apart to their next classes. He actually paid attention in reading. He hoped the teacher would call his girlfriend to read a hunk. She didn't, Mrs. Basken called mostly on the boys because she knows they hate the class. But, she wanted them to absorb the material, and the best way to do that was to have them read aloud. Geri did, however, sit in front of him; her perfume enticed his sense of smell.
He smiled trying to guess the scent. Lilac and April showers? Mr. Bubble and mint? Whatever it was it was intoxicating. He couldn't help himself. He raised his hand and swatted her short ponytail like a cat playing with a toy. He heard a snicker from somewhere in the room. It sounded... satisfied. Not the pleasant kind either. It was more of a good-on-ya nod.
"Mr. Douglas,"
'Guy turns his head for a second...' he sighed. Locating the place on the page, as he was paying attention, he read.
The day ended without a single slip-up. Although it was easy to come to school in their private world, leaving was done just as friends. Students delay arriving even to the bus stop as long as possible. The neighborhoods are ghost towns. But, when leaving, it was wall-to-wall teenagers dashing, driving, walking like a 70 year old, all wedgie powered, and quick. There was no privacy.
"You guys want a lift? You can put your bikes in the trunk?" Rocky asked when spotting his brother.
"Guys? What's that supposed to mean?" Colt went on the defense.
Rocky cocked a brow. "What are you getting so bent for? It's a generalized way to address small crowds." Giving her a nod. He said in a friendly tone. "Hi, Geri."
"Hey."
Colt squinted at his brother. "We're good. Go on home."
"You sure?"
Colt smiled, though it was more of a sneer from Rocky's prospective. "Very sure. And I know what you're doing, so get lost."
Rocky looked perplexed by that comment. He wasn't doing anything he wouldn't normally do, nor saying anything he wouldn't normally say. Colt was weird when he was in love, or like; whatever level he's reached.
"See you at home." He walked to the parking lot.
Geri shook her head. "What was that?"
Colt un-chained his bike. "I just reacted, sorry."
Geri shrugged. "You gotta relax. Get your mind back to before you knew... Ok? There's nothing wrong with saying "You guys", I'm not offended. And you don't have to be for me."
Colt nodded. "You're right. I'm being spazzy." He popped her on the shoulder. "It's nice to have a chick who'll call me out."
"Don't have me doing it too often, or I'll kick your butt." She popped him on the shoulder.
Side by side the pedaled home. In a comfortable silence; waving at anyone who greeted them in passing.
"Are you busy this weekend?" Asked Simmons.
"Later in the day. I'm watching the game at Troy's." Glancing at her, he asked. "Did you wanna do something?"
"No. I just wondered if you'd be free if I called."
"You can call me, or text. I can get back during commercials."
"Cool." She swerved up into her driveway. Hoping off her bike, she chuckled when spun around, and kissed on the lips.
"Call me tonight?"
"Sure." She smiled. "One more for the road?"
"Two more." He held up the fingers. He pecked her for one, and took a long smooch for two. Satisfied with himself, he smiled as he released his hold around her waist. "Later." He climbed onto his bike then headed for home.
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Commentary: I need to figure out what time this is during lol! I wanna say September, but then I think Spring near Sumner would be better. I don't know, I'll figure it out. Thank you for reading. And, if you're wondering, yup, I'm updating City Limits next.
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