Hello!
So, I came up with another side story about Vinnie and Charley.
I just love to write about them, I especially enjoy it to crawl inside Vinnie's head.
So, since this is a new story, here are the standard announcements:
- I don't own the Biker Mice From Mars.
- English ain't my first language, so I apologize in advance for any spelling or/and grammar errors.
Enjoy and feel free to leave a review, always very much appreciated. :)
Ciao!
Chapter 1
"Honeeeeyy, I'm hoooome!"
Vinnie's high pitched voice echoed against the walls of the garage.
His bro's pulled up next to him and they all three removed their helmet.
"She ain't here", Modo stated the obvious.
"But it's time for dinner…", Vinnie pouted.
"Is that the only thing you can think about? Food?", Throttle asked as he stepped off his bike with a shaking head.
"You make it sound like it's a problem...", the white-furred mouse retorted with an innocent look on his face.
Besides, food wasn't the only thing on his mind.
Charley was.
Every day, every hour, every minute.
A thing his bro's were completely unaware of.
Actually, everybody was, including Charley.
And he intended to keep it that way.
At least until he had found the courage to tell her.
To tell her that he couldn't stop thinking about her.
Ah, how cute…
But about that food...
"Hey, guys…"
Her voice broke him outta his thoughts and his heart started to beat faster.
That always seemed to happen when she was close.
He looked up but when his gaze landed on her, his heart just stopped.
His mouth dropped.
His eyes grew big.
What the…
My sweet holy Mothers of Mars...
Charley was standing in the doorway.
That wasn't exactly mindblowing but the fact that she wasn't dressed in her usual attire was.
It was actually for the first time that the white-furred mouse saw her dressed like this.
And jesus, it blew him away.
Totally swept him off his feet.
All he could do was to stare at her with his mouth open.
So did his bro's.
Flatline...
"Wow, uhm, C-Charley ma'am, you look… You look great!", Modo eventually managed to bring out, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
"Yeah, the big fella is right, Charley girl. You do look stunning, babe", Throttle agreed as he swept a hand through his hair as a so-called casual move to hide his shock.
"Oh stop it, you guys. It's just an old dress that I found in the back of my closet", Charley responded with a faint blush on her cheeks, her gaze lowered as she adjusted the red fabric around her hips.
It was obvious that she wasn't used to getting compliments about her appearance.
She shot a nervous glance towards Vinnie who was, for the first time in years, quiet as a mouse.
Maybe you should say something…
Yeah…
I totally should...
But...
By the gods, that dress… it really brought out her curves…
He couldn't get enough of the beautiful sight, so he decided to take his time.
Things were already awkward now, so… he had nothing to lose.
Other than your flawless reputation of being super cool and not easily impressed at all…?
I guess you're right.
Nothing to lose indeed…
*Rolls eyes*
Shut up.
He wanted to enjoy this moment.
His gaze lowered and he started at her feet.
She was wearing black pumps with high heels instead of her usual greasy boots.
His eyes followed her muscular calves and he noticed how long and smooth her legs were.
A thing he hadn't seen before since she was always wearing baggy jeans.
The dress started right above her knees and got tighter by the hips.
The red fabric enclosed her small waist and… and…
…
Jesus, her breasts were pushed up and the low cut dress gave him a clear view at her cleavage…
His mouth became dry.
My god, she was even more beautiful than he ever dreamed of.
It wasn't vulgar or cheap or something like that.
No.
It was beautiful.
She was beautiful.
More than beautiful.
His ruby red eyes made contact with her marvelous green eyes and for a moment, he just stared at her.
*Ahem*
Times up, Romeo.
You're starting to make a fool outta yourself here, van Wham.
There's only so much your flawless reputation can take, okay?
No need to exaggerate.
Right.
He finally managed to grab himself together and he cleared his throat as he pulled on his bandana.
"Looking good, sweetheart…"
He didn't like the tone of his voice.
It sounded way too fragile.
Ugh.
He took a deep breath to get himself back in line, to put his mask back on and winked at her as his lips curled into a arrogant and cheeky smile.
"But really, babe, you shouldn't have... I like you just the way you are and I'm feeling slightly underdressed here..."
Grrrrrreat comeback!
Just make a joke outta it.
Priceless.
That wasn't a joke.
…
Okay, maybe it was.
A joke Charley didn't appreciate.
Geez, I wonder why?
*slaps face*
Of course she didn't.
Ugh.
For someone who's supposed to be smart, you can be so stupid sometimes.
Why thank you…
Wait… I ain't stupid, I...
Argh, focus!
Her cheeks turned red and her green eyes almost burned a hole in his skull.
"This isn't for you, knucklehead! Here's a newsflash for you: It isn't always about you!"
"It isn't?"
Perhaps now is the time to shut your mouth again.
Staring at her is less dangerous, I guess...
"So what's the occasion then, Charley girl?", Throttle quickly intervened before the human girl would wring his younger bro's neck.
Charley took a deep breath and she gave Vinnie a challenging look as she answered the question.
"I have a date."
The words left her mouth firmly and she lifted her chin as if she was daring them, and Vinnie in specific, to say something about it.
To try to stop her.
SAY WHAT?!
These four words, these four simple words hit Vinnie straight in the heart.
As if she just slapped him the face.
Slapped?
Stop with the political correctness alright.
She just knocked the lights outta your eyes, dude.
She… she was going on a date?
With… with someone else?
But… But…
What about him?
A terribly bad feeling tied his stomach in a knot and he suddenly wasn't hungry anymore.
But since Charley was keeping a close eye on him and he sure as hell didn't wanna let her see what this was doing to him, because come on, he never lowered his walls, he pushed his pain away.
But as usual, to cover up the pain, anger immediately followed.
A familiar process.
Unfortunately, a little bit too familiar to his taste.
Just…
Just try not to hurt her...
"A date? With who?", he asked as he narrowed his eyes.
"With a decent guy I met at the store", she answered a little bit too quickly.
A decent guy…
Ugh, come on!
Where's the fun in that?
Decent.
Blugh.
"Decent, huh? You sure about that?"
His voice was too sharp, he knew that.
But he wasn't exactly in control.
And he knew he just stepped into the danger zone.
This was code red.
He really needed to stop talking…
"I'm pretty sure, why do you even wanna know?"
ABORT, ABORT!
"Because decent is exactly what you gonna need if you're really planning on going out dressed like that…"
O M G!
I cannot believe you really just said that!
You, mister van Wham, just dug your own grave.
Now it was Charley who looked as if she got slapped in the face.
The look in her eyes...
Embarrassed.
Mocked at.
It made his heart even heavier.
Jesus, just tell her you didn't mean that!
It's not too late.
Not yet!
"Vincent! That ain't how you talk to a lady!", Modo spit out as his eye started to glow red.
Vinnie knew he was right, that he needed to tell her he was sorry, but because of serious resentment and therefore anger, he didn't.
He wished he did.
But he didn't.
Come on, let go off your ego.
Tell her you're sorry…
He put his chin in the air.
Say it…
His tail lashed through the air.
Now, goddammit!
"What? I'm just telling it like it is… I mean, look at her. The guy might get the wrong idea in his head by only seeing that neckline…"
You just loooooove living on the edge, now do ya?
Jesus…
Charley pushed herself off the wall and marched over to him.
A thing he could only admire because of the high heels she was wearing.
"You, mister, are just jealous!", she growled between clenched teeth as she poked his chest.
"Your sorry ego busted, and now you take it out on me. How pathetic."
Vinnie narrowed his eyes, his heart sore by every word she said.
Autsj...
Quit your whining, you little baby!
She's right and you know it!
She was.
Of course she was.
And yet, he couldn't get the words over his lips.
Well, not the right words, that is…
"Jealous? Ha, come on! I can have any girl I want, babe…"
Okay, ENOUGH!
Not another word… NO!
Ah, ah, ah!
Don't you dare...
"Are ya sure you ain't projecting your own sense of rejection on me now?"
*Sigh*
Why do I even bother?
I give up.
You messed up.
Big time.
Charley's mouth closed with a clap.
"Who's pathetic now, huh?", Vinnie smiled arrogantly, but his heart cried now.
Oh sure, another blow, even if she's already down.
Honestly, you have no limits…
No shame.
She breathed in sharply and for a moment it looked like she was gonna yell at him.
Bring it on.
Wait, what?
No.
But then, after giving him one more deadly glare, she turned around and left the room.
No, Charley…
I'm sorry, please, come back...
Vinnie flinched when he heard the front door close with a loud bang.
"Wauw, way to go, Vincent. That was harsh. Too harsh. You just crossed a line that isn't meant to be crossed…", Throttle sighed as he dropped on a chair, a tired look on his face.
I know…
Trust me, I know...
"What? Jesus, I was only trying to protect her, it's not my problem she doesn't know how to deal with some constructive criticism!", he protested with high pitched voice.
Again, he didn't like the tone of his voice.
It was too… defensive.
Modo suddenly stood in front of him and Vinnie almost scrambled backward.
Uh oh, someone is in trouble…
And you should be.
After everything you said to her...
But he managed to stand his ground and looked back at his older bro with a challenging look on his face.
"Constructive criticism? Do you even know what that means?", the grey-furred giant asked, his eye still glowing red.
"I'm not just pretty, ya know. I know things. So yeah, I do know what that means."
I'm sorry Modo, I really am, it wasn't my intention…
But she hurt my feelings…
Therefore, I wasn't thinking clear...
"Well, whatever your reasons were, you are gonna apologize to the lady when she's back!"
"Ha, as if…! I did nothing wrong!", Vinnie snorted as he folded his arms.
Modo...?
Can't you see I just don't know how to be honest?
That I don't know how to be vulnerable?
Modo grabbed him by the bandana and pulled him closer, so close that their noses almost touched.
"You are gonna tell her you're sorry. And that's final…"
Vinnie swallowed with difficulty, hearing the suppressed anger in Modo's voice.
The big guy didn't get angry that easily but beware for those who insulted a woman in his presence.
You better do as he says…
You don't wanna bring Modo's wrath upon ya.
Remember the last time that happened?
You ate your food through a straw for about six months...
Right.
How could he forget?
"Okay, okay, slow your roll, dude, before you give yourself a heart attack…"
Or me a broken jaw for that matter...
Modo...?
Can't you see I'm scared to open up?
Scared to be disappointed if I do?
To get hurt?
Modo let him go.
"Good. Now, about that dinner…"
FOOOOOD!
"Hot dogs and rootbeer?", Vinnie immediately blurted out, happy with the distraction and grabbing it with both hands and tail.
"What else?", Throttle chuckled.
Clearly, the tan-furred mouse had decided that Modo's scolding was enough for now.
Vinnie didn't complain.
One angry bro was enough, alright.
Next to a very angry human…
Oh man…
He could only hope that this whole date thingy didn't work out.
What if Charley, his Charley girl, would get into a relationship with another guy?
Someone other than him?
More to the point, professor…
What if he was too late…?