First fanfiction ever so be nice and review.
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Chapter 1- Close Encounters
(Sets place during forest of the trees)
Mike could not believe the events that had just transpired. He was benched! Benched! How could Mentor be so foolish? Granted he did steal the disc from Mia which was obviously not his brightest move, and he did jeopardize his fellow rangers' safety but he couldn't really help himself. Mike knew he deserved that beetle disc and even though he respected Mia's ability it was almost a slap in the face when he saw her attempt to use it against that Nighlok. He knew that if he gave it a try it would totally work. But it didn't. The Nighlok got away, his team got upset and Mentor said he needed to sit out.
So what had Mike done? He stormed off (again not one of his most heroic moments) and attempted a childish trick to prove just how much symbol power he really had. And now here he was walking around town with no real place to go and no samuraizer in case some form of trouble came up.
He looked to his left suddenly, thinking his peripheral vision had spotted some sort of monster reigning down on the city but instead saw a group of young teens. He recognized a few of them; they had been in his class in high school. None of them were his real close friends but Mike was positive they would have recognized him; he was him, after all. Yet none of them even acknowledged his existence. They continued to joke around and laugh, oblivious to the dangers that could hit at any moment. The danger that Mike and his friends had to face everyday.
His friends. Were they even his friends anymore; were they ever really his friends? They had all coupled up fairly quickly and although they never tried to make him feel like a third wheel it was hard not to. Kevin and Mia were border lined married by now and Jayden and Emily were just starting out in the love-struck puppy stage. Inside, way deep inside, Mike felt a little twinge of jealous. It wasn't that he had any of those feelings towards the two girls (though he would never deny their beauty) it was just that he had no one in the house to confine his frustrations to or even to cuddle with after a tough battle.
Suddenly Mike, who had been walking aimlessly lost in his thoughts, was snapped back to reality by a collision to his chest. He felt an icy cold liquid run down his t-shirt, a pile of books land at his feet and a forcefully strong hand grab on to his wrist.
"Really" he yelled at the figure before him. "You couldn't watch where you were going?"
Mike was never an angry person but with the day he was having he couldn't help himself. He took a glance at his t-shirt and felt even more anger rise inside him. He watched as the hand on his wrist instantly removed itself and the body attached stepped back a few paces. He was finally able to get a look at her. She was a young girl most likely a year or two off his own age with straight brown hair that feel to her shoulders. She was average height with an athletic built and perhaps the most beautiful brown eyes Mike had every seen. They had radiated concern when they first met his but now they seemed to be mocking him. She smiled wide at the young man in front of her and sighed.
"Oh silly me" she joked, "I'm just so clumsy. If only I had your superior skills in walking."
"Funny," he retorted sarcastically, "but at least your not sticky from soda."
"I think it makes the shirt look better. But if it's any cancellation, my books look like they got the brunt of the damage."
Down on the dirty sidewalk laid the four books that the young girl had held before their collision. Unfortunately the soda that hadn't found its way down Mike's shirt had instead landed on them, leaving them soggy and browned. She knelt down anyway and picked them all up carefully, struggling to not get any of the drips of soda on herself.
"Oh gone with wind, seems you have gone down with the soda" she chuckled at her own attempt at humor and looked up to the young man in front of her. "I also lost my soda." She put on a fake pout, "such a tragedy."
"And what will that set you back like a dollar fifty?"
She let out a long laugh, "Anyone ever tell you that you take things to seriously?"
Mike shook his head, "Never. Usually I'm told I'm not serious enough."
"Could have fooled me."
"I'm sorry about your books." Mike sighed softly kneeling down beside her, "Are they ruined?"
She let out a wide grin exposing her teeth and giving Mike a chance to take in her full beauty. "I think it's a lost cause, which sucks considering they're not mine. But," she sighed finally collecting them all, "What can I do about it now?" She stood suddenly and began to walk away.
"Wait" yelled Mike. He wasn't sure what to say to the young girl but he knew he didn't want to let her go. She was cute, funny, and had a sort of confident cockiness that only matched his own. As she turned back to him and raised an eyebrow in suspicion, he felt his stomach flip. Scratch cute, she was gorgeous and suddenly Mike felt like he was back in fifth grade and the girl he liked was standing him. "I… um… well… ha funny story…but…"
"You going to get this sentence out anytime soon or should I just go?" She smirked and grabbed his arm, "Hopefully we can run into each other again."
"What about my shirt?" he finally spit out. "It's ruined.
She surveyed him once more and sighed, "the next time we see each other you'll buy me a soda and I'll buy you a shirt."
And it was at the moment that Mike's future love walked away and left him standing on a street corner, cold wet and sticky.
