Thanks to parrot(dot)fysh for reviewing the first chapter! Stanford is my favorite, I must say. Anyways, I don't own anything. I only own Kit. All of the Battle Force 5 people/characters belong to their rightful owners. Here's the second chapter - enjoy! Please read and review! As I stated in the first chapter, the more reviews I get, the faster I'll update!
Note: It wouldn't let me put parrot(dot)fysh's name the right way, because of the dot. So yeah. Just saying.
When the Battle Force 5 entered the diner, with Grace trailing just behind them, they heard rock music coming from the kitchen. "Who is that?" Stanford asked, a little surprised. Grace smirked to herself and whistled. The brunette known as Kit appeared, dressed in simple jeans, t-shirt, and a hoodie. She had some sort of book in her hand.
"Kit, I suggest you get ready to wait tables," Grace advised. The brunette smirked and nodded, turning around and going back to the kitchen. She turned down the music a little bit, and bookmarked her page. Stanford was a little surprised at first, but Vert dragged him to the table. The brunette came back and stood at the table, looking at everyone expectantly. Today was Grace's day off, so Kit had the whole job to herself.
After everyone ordered, the brunette headed back into the kitchen. Kit opened her book back up and propped it up against the stereo so that she could read, work, and listen to her tunes at the same time. She brought out the drinks and didn't stick around for long. She hopped up on the stool in the kitchen, continuing to do what she had been doing before everyone showed up.
"So, what did you have to do last night?" Spinner asked Vert. The blonde and Grace traded glances, which caught Stanford's eye. He eyed them both suspiciously. Vert laughed nervously, as he knew the red head would be pretty angry. Spinner raised his eyebrows in thought, until he realized why they were trading glances. Sherman did a spit take with his drink, as he realized as well. Agura's eyes widened in surprise, as Zoom coughed into his hand. Stanford folded his arms across his chest.
"OK, I guess now is as good at time as any to tell you," Grace started. "Vert and I have been dating for the past few months." The music in the kitchen stopped and Kit came out. She had been friends with Grace long before she had taken this job, and even she was surprised. The brunette gave Grace a skeptical look. "We were keeping it quiet just in case things didn't work out." Stanford stood up and walked out, his cheeks burning red.
Kit ran back into the kitchen and shoved her book in her backpack, along with her Ipod. She ran back out of the kitchen. "Grace, can you take over for me? I'll owe you one," Kit quickly asked. Grace nodded so Kit took that as the OK to go on out. She saw the purple Reverb pull out, so she headed for her motorcycle. (Yes, Kit drives a motorcycle.) She nudged the kick stand out of place, and revved it a little bit, before following after the Reverb.
It wasn't hard to keep up with Stanford, even though he was going pretty fast. Kit was the kind of person that told people to suck things up, and if she had to, she would tell Stanford the same thing. However, she wasn't expecting what happened next. A battle key shot off the front of Reverb, opening up one of the portals.
The Reverb blasted through and since Kit was so close to the bumper she made it through as well. She managed to land the jump and she skidded her motorcycle to a stop. The purple car before her stopped and swerved around. The top opened up and Stanford appeared. "What the… Have you been following me?" he asked.
"Well duh, I'm here, aren't I?" Kit replied, folding her arms across her chest as she steadied the bike with her foot. "I was coming to see if you were alright. And to tell you to suck it up."
"Oh really?" Stanford replied smartly. "I'm royalty, you know."
"Yeah, so I've heard," Kit mumbled.
"My point is, I don't need a waitress telling me to "suck it up"," he added, glaring. The blue eyed girl glared back, equally irked by the other's actions.
"So…you're just a sissy," Kit commented, giving him the once over as he stepped out of the Reverb. She didn't get off of her bike, in case he tried anything suspicious. She may have thought he was attractive, but that didn't mean she was going to go easy on him. "I should've figured. You hide behind the fact that you've got royal blood." She smirked, as she was satisfied with Stanford's shocked-yet-angry expression.
"I am not a sissy!" he replied heatedly. She started up her bike and smirked, shaking her head. "Where are you going?" She revved it and then started forward, causing Stanford to panic a little bit. "What are you doing? Wha, no!" He jumped back in the Reverb and took off, with Kit close behind.
Stanford needed to think of a way to shake her off, so he made a sharp turn and glanced behind him. Kit sucked at sharp turns, so the bike skidded and went on its side. The bike finally came to stop at the wall and she blew a piece of hair out of her eyes. "Great, I was outsmarted by an idiot," she mumbled to herself. She wasn't hurt, that was the good part, but her pride was bruised.
The red head walked over to her laughing. "Now who needs to "suck it up"?" he asked, smirking. Kit glared up at him. She needed to make Stanford look like a jerk, so she sniffled a few times and forced out a few fake tears. They looked real, though, as they streamed down her face. On the inside, she was smirking, but she couldn't really show it. "Are you crying?"
"You're such a jerk," she said, her voice cracking slightly. She had been taught how to fake tears, and all that good stuff when she was fifteen. Now of course she was twenty, and it was coming in handy. "I can't believe you just did that." She managed a few more fake tears, sitting on the ground. Stanford wasn't sure if it was fake or not, but he didn't know how to make sure.
"Like I believe that little act," he said, unsure of himself. Kit sighed in frustration and stood up, wiping away the fake tears. "Oh so it was fake." She stopped what she was doing and stared at him. "What?"
"You didn't know?" she asked, face palming. "I'm such an idiot."
"I was just guess – I mean of course I knew that you were faking it!" Stanford quickly said, trying to sound sure. Kit rolled her eyes and picked up her bike, along with her bag. She mounted and pushed Stanford out of the way with her hand, driving past him. The red head followed after her as she drove over to the Reverb. She circled the purple car, checking it out. It had a nice sound system, that was obvious, and it looked like a sweet car in general.
"Huh. No idea why Grace doesn't like you," Kit muttered under her breath, parking the bike. She steadied it with her foot again and folded her arms across her chest. "Well, I hope you feel better now." He gave her an annoyed look and she smirked.
"You're such a smart alec," Stanford muttered under his breath, but loud enough so that Kit could hear him. She smirked again, but it was an annoyed smirk. She jumped off of her bike but tripped. He laughed at her. The brunette got back to her feet and marched over to him, swinging her fist in his direction. He caught her fists, and she tried to kick him but he blocked that, too. "I think you're the sissy."
She backed off and Stanford stupidly let his guard down. She decked him right in the jaw and he was a little surprised, but mostly angry. She turned around and screamed, as that had hurt her fist in the process. She stood there and he stood there, both seething with rage.
"I can see why Grace is dating Vert," she spat. Stanford glared at her.
"I can see why you're single," he replied curtly. He figured Kit didn't have a boyfriend. Of course, he had figured right. She glared at him and sighed in frustration. "Besides, that punch you just delivered? That was a cheap shot, and if I had kept my guard up, you would've never hit me."
"Oh really?" she said, in the same voice that he had used earlier. He noted this and glared at her, even harder than before. "Are you ready now?"
"Yes – but I don't see what that has to do with the-" Stanford started, but he was cut off when Kit tackled him. She pinned him to the ground, by grabbing his wrists and pressing them against the dirt. She sat on his chest and smirked down at him smugly. He glared up at her with angry emerald green eyes.
"I still took you down," Kit shot back, childishly sticking her tongue out at him. Stanford was not about to be outdone by some waitress, so he mustered up all of his strength and turned the tables on her. Before Kit knew what had happened, she was on the ground, and Stanford had pinned her down, using the same wrist grabbing technique as she had just previously used on him. However, since he was taller than her, he sat on her knees instead.
"Now it looks like you're the weak one," he replied, raising his eyebrows. She glared up at him with dark blue eyes. He only laughed in response, smirking down at the brunette. "Now, are you ready to give up? I can sit here all day. Your knees are quite comfortable." Kit had to admit, that Stanford was probably stronger than her. That, however, didn't stop her from being annoyed with him.
"Get off of me, Stanford," she said, menacingly.
"Give me one good reason why I should," Stanford shot back, smirking down at her.
"Because I said so," Kit snorted, unsure of what else to say.
"Not good enough!" Stanford replied in a sing-song sort of voice. Kit was about ready to deck him again, but with her wrists pinned down to the dirt, she really didn't have anything she could do. "I need a better, more convincing reason. First, say I'm amazingly strong." He smirked down at her.
"No way!" she exclaimed.
"Fine, then we can sit here all day," he replied. The red head winked and Kit started to grind her teeth together in anger.
"You are so annoying, Stanford! Fine… Stanford, you're amazingly strong. Now will you please get up!" she complained.
"Second, you have to say that you're a sissy and that you'll never be as strong as me."
"Fine, Stanford, you're a sissy and you'll never be as strong as me," Kit replied with a smirk. The red head glared down at her. "Fine, fine, fine. Stanford, I'm a sissy and I'll never be as strong as you. Anything else, Your Majesty?" she asked, with a mock tone of reverence thrown into the mix.
"Hah hah, very funny," Stanford replied, his British accent thick. "And third, you have to say that your piece of trash motorcycle is nothing in comparison to my Reverb." Kit hated degrading herself this way, but if she wanted Stanford to get up off of her she didn't really have much of a choice. "Go on."
"Stanford, my piece of trash motorcycle is nothing in comparison to your Reverb," she said, in a droning and bored voice. He smirked and nodded, standing up. He dusted off his clothing while Kit got to her feet, dusting off her jeans and her hoodie. "Now, can we please get back to the diner?" Stanford nodded and tossed out the battle key, watching as the portal reopened itself. "Thanks."
The red head jumped in the Reverb, while Kit mounted her motorcycle. Then they both drove back through the portal, coming back to their realm, Earth. Now all Kit had to do was make sure Stanford kept his big mouth shut.
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