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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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Colt found his way into the kitchen around six a.m. this morning. He opened the tiny cabinet beside the stove and stared. Decisions... decisions. He only had to retrieve a pouch of coffee. But, a problem presented itself. Medium? He always hears about medium. Or maybe dark... Blonde. 'Blonde? What the...?' Why are there so many coffee options? Was this why people took so long coming from Starbucks? He tossed them blindly onto the counter top then chose the one his hand grabbed first. Blonde it was.
Problem 2. How the hell do you work the coffeemaker? He cocked his head in thought. He's only seen his parents and Rocky use the thing on a glance - - from the side. But, here, standing in front of it with all it's bells-and-whistles, it looked like he was about to launch a spaceship into orbit. Start Button. Always popular. But where does the pouch go? He groped the machine for a switch or button; he then tugged on a bar handle on top of the machine and a passage popped open.
With a smile Colt declared. "It can't be easier." Sitting the sachet into the cozy little hole, he pressed it down. "And start." Pushing the button he listened to the familiar workings of gurgles and hisses. Coffee is being prepared. He smiled at his personal level-up. "Shit!" He panic grabbed a mug from the cabinet over the machine and slid it under the spout, only late enough that a dribble hit the side of the mug before the liquid went inside.
"Breakfast."
Jessica walked into the kitchen, smiling at the delicious scent of bacon and waffles. "Colt? You cooked?"
"I am. Have a seat." He requested before setting a plate down on the table for her. "I heated the syrup."
"Ohh, how fancy." She chuckled. Sipping her orange juice, she set the glass onto the table then picked up a slice of bacon.
"When's dad getting up?" He asked while pouring badder into the waffle iron.
"He's right behind me; you know the morning news grabs him."
"Tch. Who ran down or killed someone today?" He hates the news. It's never anything but a lot of doom-and-gloom. Traffic congestion, and incorrect weather forecasts. But cartoon violence is ruining the world. Adults. They never get it right.
"Come on, it's his agent side." She dipped the bacon into the syrup. "It's like you kids are always up for an action movie, as long as there's a good fight scene in it."
"I do love a good butt-kicking." He opened the waffle-maker lid. "Dad! Breakfast!" He called over the television.
"Should I be afraid?" He asked entering the kitchen.
"I know how to make waffles, you just add water; then cross your fingers that you lift the lid in time." He shrugged. "The coffee might be sus, and the bacon is just a tad on the crunchy side. But it's good for your teeth."
Sam accepted the small disaster, coffee included, then took a seat beside his wife; he dug in readily. "Mmm. Not bad."
Colt smiled a thanks, then took a seat at the table, watching them enjoy their food.
"Where's mine?" Tum Tum asked as he entered the kitchen.
"You're not incapable," Colt flicked his fingers at the question. "Dad... Gracious man who helped in my existence..." He ignored his parents' grimaces. "Can I have a raise in my allowance?"
Sam set down his fork, his fingers steeple together. "I knew you were working up to something. Jeffrey... the answer is no."
"Why?"
"Because, your grades need to improve. And you could do a lot more around the house; since you don't have a job but want money."
Colt sighed in defeat, but he wasn't going to give up. "But, I could get a job. Then I wouldn't have to ask."
"Your grades aren't good enough for you to have the distraction. We've been through all this." Sam was in business-mode, nevermind fathe. "Rocky has taken a lot of part-time jobs, and his grade point average is still A's."
"That's because he's a freak." Colt glared over his shoulder, when said brother had swatted him upside the back of his head when he'd entered the kitchen just in time to hear the insult. Damn ninja stealthiness.
"And why do you need a raise? What thing are you trying to buy?"
Colt winced internally. Even when he's not planning a snuck in purchase, it's a sentence no one under the age of 18 wants to get asked. "It's not a thing.. per se..."
"Then what?"
"I wanna take Geri out for dinner."
His mother clapped her hands together. "Oh, Colt, that's adorable!" She declared. She tapped her husband's shoulder. "Go ahead and give it to him, this one time."
"No." He said firmly.
The dour mood was broken by Tum Tum and Rocky snickering in the background over something they're doing while making breakfast. The trio at the table resumed their meals in silence.
Colt had to do something. Looking at Rocky, who seemed in a good mood - - despite having to walk in on an insult. Maybe he could borrow some extra scratch from his favorite big brother. What were brothers for? He knew it wouldn't happen without some pestering. Privacy - - their dad will shut it down quick, if he knows the held out hand will turn to his favored son. Alright, it was unfair to think that. But, it was certainly how he feels sometimes.
Colt glanced at his brothers' plates when they sat down; he laughed. In chocolate chips Tum Tum's spelled out 'Help Me' and Rocky's spelled 'Ouch'.
Breakfast continued as normally. Everyone talked about nothing special; Colt didn't say anything, but he was able to eat, thanks to his brothers dorky behavior. He should have put: Number 1 Dad spelled out in fruit.
The Douglas children went up to their bedroom to finish getting ready for school. Brushing teeth, combing hair, double-checking homework. It was now or later. May as well go for now.
"Rocky, can I borrow some money?" He asked. "Thirty bucks - - I'll pay it back?"
Rocky smiled; he stuffed his foot into his sneaker. "And you would, if I lent it to you."
"What?" He's genuinely disgusted in his brother for saying no. What happened to brotherly love? Unbreakable bonds? Four strands of rope? This rope needs a favor!
"Colt, you know I'm saving for an apartment for once I get out of high school."
"You" Colt sighed out. "Are so boring."
Rocky shook his head. "I'm not boring. I'm practical; think about it."
He couldn't. Didn't feel like it. "You're seventeen. High school is still one more year; you can stay in a dorm."
"A dorm? Seriously? No thanks."
"Why?"
"Look at it this way... I get an apartment, no dorm rent when I'm paying for books and other needed stuff. I won't be in financial limbo once college is over and I have to leave the dorm. I'll have a place, and - - get excited - - you benefit too, because I'll let you stay there with me instead of living here or at a dorm."
Colt got up from the desk seat. "Carry on." Rocky makes a good argument; their dad could learn from him. He's too into the solid "No" reply.
"I'd loan you the money, but I spent it already." He shrugged. "Sorry."
"On what?"
Tum Tum reached under the bed, removing a small box.
"Soup?" Colt wondered looking at the picture on the box.
"No, you boob, a baby crockpot." He tucked the cooker back under the bed. "Remember, I wanted to make my own baked beans? Summer barbecue is gonna rock this year."
"Beans. Doesn't anyone spend money on love anymore?" He threw up his hands in exasperation.
"Love, exactly. It's why I bought the pot."
"It's why I'm saving for an apartment."
"You guys suck." He left the room in a hormonal huff. "Everybody is against me." He mumbled. He reached for the doorknob, but was stopped.
"Colt, I'm not against you." His mother said, giving him a quick hug. "I tried working on your father, but his heels are dug in."
"Thanks for trying."
"I'm not finished, I came up with a plan."
Colt looked intrigued.
"Bring your girlfriend here."
"Here? Here to meet everyone, here?"
"Yes, it'll be wonderful. We'll all eat in the kitchen; you and your girlfriend can eat in the dining room. It's not a problem," she squeezed his shoulder. "You'll have total privacy."
Colt thought it over. It could be OK. "I'll think about it. Thanks, mom."
"Of course, but let me know so I can shop."
Colt gave the helpful angel a hug then left the house. He has to clear the set-up with Geri first. With any luck, his mom is telling the truth; his family will leave them alone after the initial introductions. They know her as his friend, but not as his girlfriend. It's a different vibe. It must be kept unharmed by outside voices.
"Hey." He greeted brightly, when seeing his girlfriend at the door. Seeing her less-than-cheerful reply, he asked. "What's up? Are you sick?"
"Hormonal build-up. I'll be fine. I can't miss so many days from school because of it."
Colt frowned. "Where does it hurt? I give a great massage."
Geri smiled but shook her head.
"I'll call my brother, he's on his way, he can stop over here and give us a lift so we don't have to ride bikes." He removed his cellphone, he her hand on his stopped him from dialing.
"Hector said he'd take me; you can put your bike in the trunk."
"Ok." He looked over his shoulder as the trunk popped open.
Brother bulldozer must have been eavesdropping. He walked his bike to the street where the car is parked, and stuffed it into the roomy trunk. Colt's concern deepened seeing his girlfriend carefully walking to the car. He hurried up the pathway to her, helping her along.
"Thank you, sonny." She said in a lighthearted elderly voice.
"Of course, gramma," he opened the door to the back. "Watch your head."
She whimpered over bending to sit, but was fine once seated. Colt went around to the other side and climbed in beside her.
"Wanna rest on my shoulder? Or lie down?" He looked around out through the window. "No one will see you; I'll be your seatbelt."
"Mm-mm. The slant will give me cramps, but thank you."
"Is there anything I can do?"
"Mmm... Change subjects." She smiled sweetly.
"Can do." He quieted when Hector got in, but he was in his own world, leaving them their privacy to talk. Whether he heard or not, Colt could tell he wasn't planning on commenting. "How would you feel about a dinner date on Saturday?"
"Fine. ...Why does it seem like a loaded question?" She cast a suspicious eye on him. "Planning to eat me, Mr. Lecter?"
Colt looked her up and down, then wiggled his eyebrows. He was happy that made her laugh. "The catch is, since I'm broke, it will be at my house."
Geri blinked. Her hazel gaze shifted upwards in thought. "With your family?"
"Unfortunately - - but, my mom said only long enough for intros. We'll take the dining room, and they're gonna eat in the kitchen."
"Ok!" She rubbed her hands together. "What should I wear? And I have to bring something.. Do people do that?"
"Beats me; I'm the sneak-in-through-the-window boyfriend."
"I can return the favor. You can meet my parents for a meal."
Colt comically winced. "Liver?"
"Tongue."
Colt commented on a nasty accident of standing too close to a condemned building scheduled for that day; and the two joked and kidded each other all the way to school. He was glad she'd forgotten about her pain, even if just for a little while.
Saturday afternoon.
Colt was over at his friend Troy's house playing NBA 2K22 on PlayStation, when the dinner date came up.
"Colt, I've been meaning to ask you, dude," Troy paused their match. "Are you like.. all-in with Geri?"
""All-in" as in serious about her, or are you talking about something else?" He took a sip from his root beer.
"I think I mean both." His friend replied. "Because you know... Geri, uh, used to be a guy."
"I know. She told me."
"Oh. Just making sure." He quieted for a moment, but he doesn't un-pause the game.
"What?"
"It's just that.. I thought you were homophobic."
Colt scoffed. "Not at all. It's not for me, that's all."
"But, Rocky - -" he was cut-off.
"Is my brother, and the idea of him doing it grosses me out." He grimaced. "I wouldn't wanna see him making out with a girl either." He shrugged his shoulder. "You'd understand if you had siblings; parents, brothers, especially sisters are all supposed to be Asexual around family. What you do in private is your business."
Troy laughed. "You're an idiot."
"Not."
"Are."
"And you know what?" Troy raised his brows. "It's not like it'll be forever. She just needs to get the surgery, no problem made necessary."
"And if she doesn't?" Asked the overly curious, almost nosy friend. "I hear it's expensive as fuck. What if she never gets it?"
Colt thought on that. He tried to imagine it. They're already getting physically interested in each other. And, until presented with the issue just now, he hadn't thought about it. In his mind, everything is hunky-dory and is as needed. But, what would he do?
He returned home later that evening after a slow and thoughtful bike ride. He kept hitting brick walls with the scenario. He really likes Geri; he'd like to go as far as they're able. But, to never get the surgery...
His thoughts were derailed as he took a whiff. Checking his watch, he blanched. When did it get so late?! He has to change! Shower. He sniffed himself, thankful that gaming hadn't sweated out his armpits. There was one less to-do. He wandered into the kitchen.
"Mom, what's for dinner?" He walked cautiously into the kitchen. He did not like the sounds coming from inside.
"Fried chicken thighs, peas, cheddar rice." His mother replied with a smile.
Colt sank into a chair at the table, his head dropped onto the polished wood. "Are you serious? Do girls even eat fried chicken?"
"Well, I should think so. I've seen enough women ordering KFC."
"Mom, tell me you did not buy KFC?"
"No. It's home fried," placing a hand on her hips, she asked. "Or should I have raised and killed the chicken, as well?"
Colt shook his head. "Sorry. I just thought, maybe you'd make something ritzy like roast beef, or asparagus. Something like that."
"Colt, calm down." She turned her attention to the pot of frying chicken. They are removed from the grease one by one. "I'm sure your girlfriend will like it."
"Maybe she's lactose intolerant. Maybe she doesn't like peas, or is on a no grease diet."
"Is she?"
Colt shook his head. "Guess not."
Geri had actually talked about throwing down on fried catfish at her job, they had a little birthday party for one of the employees. And his girlfriend goes to town on pizza and cheeseburgers. Peas.. Well - - aside from Tum Tum - - who doesn't like peas? The whole meal was actually one of his favorites. But, today, for a date.. it just seems so... Wrong. Where was the filet mingnon? The fettuccine Alfredo? A Portobello burger? Something that says you're high class, not Golden Corral buffet.
"Would you rather I make something separate?"
"No, it's fine. Sorry." He got up and stood beside his dear, patient, mother. "Can I help?"
"It's almost done. You set the table for you two."
"Ok."
Tum Tum saw his second brother setting the table for two. He nudged Rocky with his elbow. "All this over a girl - - and she's not even, really."
"Tum, don't be rude." Rocky sniped. "Geri is a girl."
"But, how does she count?"
Rocky let out an agitated breath. "How small is your brain? You are who you are. Physical proof isn't necessary all the time."
"Hey, that type of reasoning is what fills up the nut houses." He tucked himself in as his first brother attacked him with punches to the gut and arms. "Ok! Ok! I'm sorry!"
"Don't be a prick." He ceased the beating. "Who taught you to think like that?"
Their father said "I'll get it" when the doorbell rang. Colt became a statue. It was as if the sound signaled the end of the world. Sam paused a second wondering why Colt was in suspended animation, then opened the door.
He smiled warmly. "You must be Geri."
"Hi." She held up a bag. "My mom said it's not impolite to bring a dessert. So she made Spotted Dick."
Rocky punched Tum Tum in the gut when he laughed.
...
Colt wasn't sure how his girlfriend was feeling; she kept polite attention to all who spoke to her; he felt for her that she was like a freak-in-the-sideshow. His parents shook hands, exchanged names; Rocky of course was polite and kind as usual, he didn't have to worry about Rocky. But, Tum Tum seemed to be on a personal roll tonight. He kept staring at her, looking at Geri's mid-section as if he expected to see something. Stupid puberty. It must have been hitting him hard, it's the only explanation why he's acting so imbecilic.
And the questions, murmurs; his little brother was cruising for a bruising. It got worse when they went up to check out the bedroom.
"You like like a girl to me," Tum Tum stated plain-faced rather than dancing around like he had downstairs. "I kinda thought you were just a transvestite."
"Tum Tum!" His brothers snapped.
"What? Am I wrong?" He waved his hand out to Geri. "You said she still has the part that makes her a guy. I just assumed... Sorry." He apologized.
"You're gonna be." Hissed Colt.
Geri waved her hands. "It's fine. I've heard worse. And," she cocked her head back and forth in thought. "I'm not so easily offended, really. Tum Tum, I understand what you're saying, but it's not a matter of liking to dress in girl's clothes, I have never felt like a guy. In my heart I've always been female. It takes a long time to reconstruct the wrong into right. I'm not wealthy."
"Oh." He really seemed to be thinking about that. "Aren't you scared you'll change your mind?"
Geri shook her head.
"Wow. ...I don't think I could do it." He held her in admiring eyes. "You must be really strong."
"Thank you."
"Kids, dinner!" Jessica called up the steps.
Colt thanked God that they'd finally be alone. All the children migrated downstairs.
His mother put their dinner into serving bowls so they could help themselves.
"I hope you like chicken. Sorry it's fried."
"Are you kidding?" Geri took a large thigh. "Mom bought Popeyes; I almost skipped-out on you to stay home for dinner."
Colt gaped. He couldn't believe it. "And the rice is cheddar," he shrugged.
"I've never had cheddar rice," she smelled it then took a spoonful. "My mom could take pointers, we only eat white rice." She then bit into her chicken. "Mmm. Eat it together."
Colt marveled at her, then recalled all over again that that was the main attraction to her. She wasn't prissy and overly girly. She could eat an unconventional meal and love it. She even complimented the peas! Knowing they were from a can. She said she hates the waxy shoots her mother gets. He smiled with joy when Geri took one last small scoop of rice before declaring done.
They talked about school while playing 7 with a deck of cards. They spoke about how the girls were all giggling over Colt just because they don't know what he'd said to those bullies to make them heel. Geri told him some guy came up to her station and power-flirted with her in the lamest way. Minus the hiccup with his rude little brother, the evening went great. Better than he'd expected. They all had a hunk of the creepiest looking dessert he's ever seen.
Tum Tum told them what it was, being well-versed in all things food related. He also took the biggest hunk, declaring that he's always wanted to try it. His dad made coffee for those who wanted it, and his mom offered milk or tea for those who did not. They sat in the living room to eat the not-so-sweet sweet, getting to know heir son's latest girlfriend. Colt doesn't usually introduce his girlfriends, so this was a treat for them. They liked Geri very much.
Geri got up from the couch declaring that she had to get home.
"It's late. Sam, drive her home."
"Alright."
Geri kissed Colt on the cheek to say goodbye, then walked out to the car.
Colt smiled dreamily, waving to her. He then closed the door. "Thanks, mom."
His mother was surprised by the gesture, and watched her son disappear up the stairs to his bedroom. "Well, if Geri makes him act like that, I hope he keeps her for a while."
In the car on the way to the Simmons home; Sam kept stealing glances at the girl. However, it wasn't until they got up to the house that he said something.
"Geri... I just have to say it."
"What?" She smiled politely.
"Please leave my son alone."
"Huh?" A nervous chuckle escaped. "I don't understand. Is he not allowed to date, because of his grades - - I can help him bring them up."
Sam was about to speak but paused from the deal. But, shaking it off, he replied. "I know what you are.. And, my son, doesn't seem to understand."
"He understands." Her brows furrowed.
"And he's still with you?" Sam was in disbelief of that. How could Colt possibly know about guys like Geri and be OK with it?
"He cares about me. He said he doesn't care."
Sam sighed in agitation of learning that. Bad enough Rocky was bisexual, now this... What was wrong with the youth of today? It's why the world is at a standstill with common sense. "You can't keep seeing him, please. I think that what you do in life is your own business, but please don't involve my son."
Geri could only stare. What was with all that polite behavior during dessert? The kindness before? Was it all faked?
"Geri, please... I'm begging you..." And he placed his hands together to show such. "Find acceptance elsewhere."
Geri Simmons, in all of her life, within all of the insults and injuries, went into her home feeling an unbelievable pain.
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