The Real Deal
Corey rounded the corner faster than he'd ever done before. He leaped over fire hydrants, dodged pedestrians and managed to slide under a narrow opening of a chain linked fence without losing speed. Corey had to get of the street. He bolted into the first alleyway he came across and pressed himself against the cold hard brick wall. Corey began to realize just how out of breath he really was and soon started coughing and wheezing.
Several minuets passed and the world stopped spinning and he could see straight. Corey glanced around making sure he was truly alone. No sign of his pursuer, he must have lost 'em. Satisfied, he reached into his orange-brownish beanie with hands slightly shaking in anticipation. Corey grinned as he held the most taboo item he'd ever gotten his hands on. A naughty magazine!
"Swwweet!" Corey mused as he ogled the seductive woman gracing the cover. Not wasting any time he opened to a random page and turned beat red from what he beheld. He stared at the photo until it was forever imprinted into his memory. It was onto the next page of
"Gotcha you disgusting little perv!" Corey was yanked by the collar so hard he choked for a second. Hurling him into open street Corey stared up at his older sister Trina who had a crazy sinister grin on her face. She held the magazine up to Corey's face.
"Care to explain what you've got here, little brother?" Trina cooed in a sickening cute tone.
Corey couldn't speak. His mouth could only hang open in a look of utter terror. He knew what was coming. Trina had been waiting for a day like this. A day that she could pay Corey back for all the humiliation he'd put her through. In one fell swoop Trina was going to publicly brand him a pervert and ruin his life.
"Hey everyone!" Trina held up the magazine in triumph yelling, "Corey Riffin is a filthy pervert who looks at dirty magazines!"
Corey shut his eyes expecting to hear laughter or disgusted remarks, or both at the same time. He couldn't believe the one time he screwed up he'd pay this dearly for it.
"Nick Mallory has seen that issue," commented a very cool sounding voice.
Trina and Corey turned theirs heads to see the only person around was none other than local cool cat Nick Mallory leaning against a nearby lamp post. He was wearing his typical red jacket over his green t-shirt and a care free expression on his face. Trina released her iron grip on Corey as he landed with a thud.
"Hu...hunky Nick Mallory!" Even from where Corey was he could hear Trina's heart pounding in her chest. She floated over to the heart throb and began gushing over him. Nick glanced down at the magazine still in Trina's hand and smiled.
"Nick Mallory can appreciate the mammary glands on that woman."
Trina froze mid sentience staring at Nick slowly losing her smile. She looked at the magazine then at Nick, then she looked at the magazine again and finally at Nick again. She spun around facing away from Nick. Trina woefully examined her chest for a moment then went red with rage. Corey thought she was going to have a freak out diary moment as flames began igniting from her eyes. She then gave a window-shattering shrill cry.
"MINA!" A moment passed until Trina's loyal friend zoomed into view and stopping just in front of her. Trina seemed to have calmed down but still had a nasty frown on her face.
"Yeah Trina?" Mina asked excitedly.
Trina angrily pointed to her breasts and demanded, "Thoughts on my chest size?"
"Petite and perfect!" Mina proudly answered. To Mina's horror her response only made Trina shake with rage.
"How much money do you have on you?!" Trina roared. Mina thought for a moment and nervously started to say something when Trina interrupted her.
"Splugh!" Trina held a hand up to Mina's face to stop her from talking, "Hunky Nick Mallory doesn't like petite. Therefore, I'm going to get the biggest most illegal implants ever!"
Trina disappeared for a few seconds before pulling up in her car, "Get in Mina, we're going to Tijuana!" Mina mouthed what looked like a sign of protest but quickly resigned to getting in Trina's car and speeding away. Corey dusted himself off and smiled seeing his sister's revenge get foiled by her own insecurities.
"Here's your D-Mag Corey Riffin." Nick handed the dirty magazine to Corey who quickly stuffed it back in his beanie.
"Hey, thanks Nick!" Corey beamed, "You really saved my butt today!" Nick gave a smile.
"Nick Mallory understands that the human body as a thing of beauty that shouldn't be a cause of shame." Corey laughed not really sure if Nick was being serious or not. He then felt he could make his exit then.
"Coolness! Well, see ya around Nick!" Corey began to walk away.
"Corey Riffin." Nick said calmly as he stopped leaning on the lamp post. He walk right up to Corey with an intrigued look in his eyes.
"Nick Mallory would like to hang out with you for the evening."
Corey didn't quite know what to make of this. Nick Mallory wanted to hang out with him of all people? He always knew Nick was pretty cool but Corey never made an effort to be his friend. Then a thought crossed his mind, if he become friends with Nick Mallory then that would guarantee half the town would support Grojband (or at least all the girls in school would.) Corey could just imagine sold out performances simply because Nick mentioned it!
"Yeah," Corey grinned, "I'm totally down with hanging!"
"Nice," Nick nodded with approval, "Hop on Nick's ride." As he finished his sentence Nick seemingly produced a moped bike from nowhere and an extra helmet for Corey.
Corey's eyes lit up, "Dang..." He wasted no time, Corey strapped on the helmet and got on the back of Nick's moped. Corey wasn't sure what hanging out with Nick Mallory would be like but he had a good feeling that something good will come out of it.