Chapter Two: Volleyball
Today's the day when I finally get to Gogo's beach tourney. Her posse, or as all of us call it, her voll team, think they're all pretty hardcore, but I know that the first 30 minutes or so, all those girls do is talk about awesome bikes and all that junk. This morning, I woke up to Viola and all my other weirdos. Viola is my Bengal tiger, Meep is a lioness, Lotte's an anaconda, Deadpool is a beautiful little golden retriever pup, and Le Pizza, or Pizza, is a white Siamese. Together, we're kind of the weirdest girl and her pet family ever.
But anyway, I live in this super awesome mansion that happens to be right near Fred's. Only difference is that I have my own exact replica of the Batcave and Fred has that super-fanboy room. I also may or may not have a hedge maze that is the Deadpool icon. But anyway, I got changed into my beach stuff – bikini under a simple tee, swim shorts under my skinny jeans, and just waterproof sneaks. I don't own a SINGLE pair of high heels. Being insane doesn't really give you that kind of concentration to mix with sheer willpower, and I walk in grass a lot. Honey Lemon is the real expert at this stuff, though. That girl could run in 6-inch platforms across a greased floor covered in ice. But one time, I "broke the laws of fashion physics" and wore plaid with stripes. Yeah, I'm that dumb.
I said my goodbyes to the weirdos, ran outta my house, and got on the old bike. I've upgraded it to battle class, meaning that I've put in some serious coding on it. Sure, Gogo almost took over the whole engineering operation, but I let it slide.
Wonder what I should say to Hiro when I meet him. Maybe I can just scooch by with a simple "Hey, my name is Tomoka, and I am a mutant who could potentially un-alive you. Nice to meet ya!" Yeah, I can't exactly say the k-word out loud. Not because I'm trying to set a good example for my young people out there, but it's 'cause I'm kind of a harcore Deadpool fangirl. He doesn't say the k-word, so why should I? Maybe when I'm done with the reconfig in 2 years, I can go out and do the mercenary gig. Or I can go out on a photo spree and actually snap some pics of Big Hero 6 in action. Gogo says that she'd love to see me actually find out their secret identities. Honey Lemon just says that she thinks I belong in that team. No, I don't. I'm already a ninja, anyway. I have the supersuit and everything! Going solo has never been so awesome in my life. No team kinda sucks, since you don't have anyone to suit up with, but at least you don't have to deal with all that responsibility. Plus, I'm lazy as frick, so it makes sense that I don't want to lead a group of people who are gonna help me take down every single bad person who comes into San Fransokyo. A girl can dream, right? I got off my bike right as I came into contact with the view. I always have to stop and stare at the ocean for 2 hours before I can actually make the move to get up off my backsass and have some fun. The last time I was at the bay, Honey Lemon turned red like no other when Dashi took off his shirt. Gogo took the picture, and I tried to give Dash bunny ears, but of course I had to get cut off. He just HAD to be taller than me, didn't he? Didn't you, Dashi? Oh shiitake mushrooms. Bringing back that memory again. Gods, Moka, gotta snap out of it! I finally came to and saw him. Gogo's description was the exact opposite of what I'm seeing right now. "Hiro's just an idiot who gets his green from bot fights. He's got inhumanly spiky black Goku hair that you can mop the floor with, a cocky Han Solo attitude, and he's just the kind of guy who you'd tell to woman up." You might be asking how the heck Gogo, THE Gogo Tomago, knows about Goku and Han Solo. You can thank me for that. I drag her to my fangirling sessions every once in a while. Well, more like every week, I have this almighty Netflix/Hulu/TV binge watching session that I take her to.
"Hey, you Hiro Hamada?" Yeah, I know. Best introduction ever.
"Yeah. Hi." This kid's not really warming up to me, is he? Gogo's here.
"Hi, homie!" I call Gogo my homie every once in a while. We're pretty much Finn and Jake, except I'm Finn and Jake, and Gogo just punches the TV whenever that show comes on. How do I put up with her whenever she goes on a rampage like that? Fred tried to kiss her, and Gogo almost broke her hand. Punching him in the face. No, that didn't happen, I'm just messing with people. Namely you. Oh, I've just taken some dynamite and blown up the 4th wall right now.
"Yeah, sure, Moka. I see you've met the nerd." The nerd? Do they have nicknames for everyone but me? Oh yeah. People call me Moka for short! I'm so stupid.
"I'm not a nerd, Gogo. I'm a genius." So the Han Solo 'tude is kind of true?
"Happy birthday, idiot. I engineered you your own bike." She vaguely gestured to the AWESOME red/purple bike she had with her. Oh my gods, is it his birthday today?
"Uh, Gogo? You didn't tell me that it was someone's b-day today."