Disclaimer: I do not own Kick-Ass. I only own the Kelly family.
AN: Sorry it took so long! I'm back home and college is starting up so things may go a bit slower. Sadly enough. I love writing this story. It's so much fun
Anyway, enjoy chapter 3!
"So Denise, what made you finally leave your house?" asked Katie, leaning across the table. She had that 'You're broken, let me fix you' look in her eye.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
"Johnny Blaze." I grinned at her blank look. "I guess Davey-boy here hasn't introduced you to Ghost Rider yet, huh?"
"No... I'm reading Spider-Man Loves Mary Jane right now."
That earned her an eye roll from me.
Congrats.
"Well, there's a movie of it, starring that one actor with the hair." I waved a hand over my head in order to illustrate the point. "Well he had this run in with the devil and he sold his soul in order to cure his father of life threatening cancer. The devil kills his dad anyway while he's doing a motorcycle stunt." I paused, letting her dissect what I'd just said before continuing.
"Anyway, year later Johnny's this professional motorcycle stunt man and before he does anything he repeats 'You can't live in fear'."
"And how did this revelation come to you?" asked Katie, sipping her frappuccino.
"Fuck, Katie, can't I finish before you interrupt?" I shook my head. "Josh put it on the other day. He knew it'd help. The bastard should go into psychology."
I grinned, fingering my comics. "And 'sides. I'm two weeks behind on new comic books. It was killing me."
Katie rolled her eyes at me this time.
Fuck her.
"So, is it true you were rescued by Red Mist?"
I paled.
I'm going to kill Red Mist.
The man's taken over my dreams. He and Chris D'Amico must have made a pact to alternate nights so they can both dream-fuck me.
That's fucked up.
Even more fucked up is the fact some times the three of us have sex together. I nearly laughed the first time I woke up from one of those because the likely hood of a three-way between Chris, Me, and Red Mist was zero.
Chris looks like such a sweetheart; I doubt thoughts like this ever cross his mind.
"Yeah, he took me to the hospital after beating the guy." I spun my straw in my cup, trying to distract myself away from the dreams. "So, what have I missed?"
Katie grinned. "Well... Chris D'Amico kept asking about you."
I choked on my coffee. Someone call the hospital and tell them to keep a room empty for me. I'm having a fucking heart attack.
"WHAT!" I looked around as silence settled in. I was standing and everyone was staring.
Fuck me.
I retook my seat and straightened my jeans before leaning forward to get closer to Katie. "You bitch. Why didn't you tell me before?"
Katie grinned, shrugging. "I dunno. Kinda slipped my mind."
If I were a fucking animal, I'd be growling at her.
"Katie, you are a whor-"
"H-H-Hi Denise."
I jumped. Fuck.
Looking over, I locked my blue eyes into a sea of endless brown... It's like looking into Hershey's chocolate syrup sitting in the base of a cup, waiting for milk to be poured into it.
Just in case my gushing didn't tip you off; I'm looking into the eyes of Chris D'Amico.
I think I need to change my panties.
I gulped, cheeks becoming inflamed in embarrassment. "H-H-Hi."
Shit!
My voice squeaked.
He probably thinks I'm the biggest pussy in the world. Great.
Instead, to my surprise, he chuckled. His cheeks stained pink and he looked away momentarily.
"H-H-How are you feeling after... you know..." He trailed off.
OH!
After I was almost raped. That's why he was talking to me.
Fucking great.
He's a male version of Katie.
"F-F-Fine. I f-f-feel fine"
When the hell did I develop a stutter?
Chris nodded. "T-That's good." He straightened his back, and then cleared his throat.
"Ummm... do you wanna go to the movies or something this weekend? Fantastic Four 4 is going to out on Friday and I... I was hoping you'd come with me."
That hospital room better have a crash team waiting in it. I've died and gone to heaven.
Chris just asked me out.
Chris just asked me out.
Chris just asked me out.
Chris D'Amico just asked me out.
Christ Fucking D'Amico just as-
"Denise... are you with the living?"
I shook my head, looking at Katie then back to Chris.
"Y-Y-You don't h-h-have to," stuttered Chris.
I blinked.
FUCK!
How long have I been stuck in my mental party of Chris D'Amico asking me out?
I looked at my watch.
OH GOD! I'VE BEEN UNRESPONSIVE FOR A MINUTE!
DAMAGE CONTROL!
"I'D LOVE TO GO OUT WITH YOU!"
WHY AM I SCREAMING!
My cheeks became even hotter when I noticed everyone in the store staring at us.
Fucking let me disappear.
I sunk lower into my seat, turning my attention back to Chris.
"I-I-I mean, yes... I...I'd love to go out with you."
His cheeks reddened a bit but he smiled happily. "Really?"
I nodded.
Had my fucking out burst not been enough to prove that?
Shit, I'll write a song and sing it on top of the statue of liberty.
I.
Want.
To.
Go.
Out.
With.
You!
"G-Good! I'll call you, is that ok?"
He shifted from foot to foot, looking hopefully at me.
I nodded then grabbed a pen off the table.
Time to grow some balls.
I snatched his right hand from his side, shuddering as I made skin on skin contact with him for the first time ever. They were rougher than I thought they would be.
I love a man with rough hands, made everything feel better.
I think. I'm a virgin but I've read and watched enough to know rough hands feel really good on a woman's breast and in her pussy.
Oh god I want his hands on me.
WOAH!
Brain freeze.
Time to get back to what I was doing.
I placed the tip of the pen against his palm, blushing when I felt his hand shudder.
I just made Chris D'Amico shudder.
Oh fuck.
I just came.
I shifted, and then quickly scrawled my number on his palm, clicking the pen shut.
"That's my number. Call me with the plans, ok?"
Holy shit.
My voice sounded so husky. He probably knows I'm turned on. Great.
Great.
"S-S-Sure." He stuttered.
That was so cute. Especially with his little lisp.
I want to hug him.
"Ummm... ok... I'll call you... Bye Denise."
No! Don't go! Stay here!
Sit next me!
He was gone, back in his town car outside.
I wish he'd come back.
"Denise! Stop pacing honey," my mother said, smiling at me as she cut potatoes for our dinner.
I fucking hate potatoes.
And as comforting as people find a British accent, I didn't want to hear it right now. I wanted to hear a lisped Brooklyn accent.
It's Thursday night! Why hasn't he fucking called yet?
"Ma! He hasn't called." I collapsed back onto the couch, a hand covering my eyes, the phone sitting on the coffee table.
Our apartment is small, only two bedrooms, one bathroom, and a connected kitchen/living room/dining room. Josh and Ma share a room and Dom gets his own room. He and I used to share, but now that I'm 17 and a woman my parents moved me to the living room.
Yay.
That was sarcasm.
It's nicer then dreaming about Chris D'Amico fucking my brains out and having Dominic cuddled against me in the same bed. The one time that happened it was AWKWARD. Luckily only I know.
Instead, I sleep on the couch, which pulls out into a bed. Best part is I have a TV in here. If I turn it down low enough, I can put in one of the DVDs I owned and watch that while going to sleep.
"I'm sure he'll call soon kiddo." Josh sat down, lifting my legs before setting them in his lap. "If not, I can kick his ass."
My eyes rolled.
Oh Josh, you couldn't kick a small rock an inch let alone Chris D'Amico's ass.
"Josh, Dominic is right there in the other room," hissed my mother, pointing at him with her knife.
Ma says we can't curse when Dominic's home. Stupid 12 year old.
Josh held his arms up in defense.
They're cute together, I'll admit it. Ma's only 34. Young, I know, but she had me when she was 17. Her parents got mad and kicked her out and my real father wanted her to terminate me, but my mother is a fucking saint. She stayed with my great-grandma, a bat-shit crazy English woman who was also a fucking saint.
I guess I didn't inherit anything from them.
Anyway, I was born there and my great-grandma died soon after, leaving the little bit of money she had to my Ma, who, in turn, moved to America. She met Josh on the plane. Don't let his blond hair fool you, Josh is really a brunette. But he feels it makes him more artsy.
So, he ended up offering a room in his apartment in Boston, saying she could pay for it and go to college while he took care of me. One thing led to another and they married and had my little bro Dominic, who is also really a brunette. I dunno why he dyes his hair, honestly.
"You called Mom?"
Speaking of my little brother, here comes the twerp.
"No one called for you, stupid. Go back to your room and sleep!" It's not that I hate Dom; I just like fighting with him better. It's fun.
Dom stuck his tongue out at me and I replied with the same.
"Dominic! Denise! Please," snapped Ma, setting the knife down, potatoes all diced for the stew she was making.
"Sorry Ma."
We continued to glare at one another until the phone rang.
I screeched in happiness, reaching for the phone.
Finally!
Dominic snatched it up. "Hi, are you Chris?"
"DOMINIC! GIVE ME THE PHONE!"
I'm going to fucking kill that kid.
I jumped from the couch, diving for the blond who jumped away in time, dodging around to the other side.
"You are? You know, she says your name in her sleep all the time!"
"MA!" I turned to my mother who was chuckling. What a bitch. I turned to my final hope. "JOSH! PLEASE!"
"Chris." Dominic began mocking the way I moaned in my sleep.
Oh god!
My cheeks turned red in embarrassment and anger.
"DOMINIC GRAYSON KELLY I'M GOING TO SMASH YOU GODDAMN HEAD IN AND WATCH YOU BLEED OUT!"
"DENISE!"
Josh snatched the phone, holding it out to me. "Dom, you and I need to have a talk."
Dominic's eyes widened and he ran to his room, slamming the door.
I took the phone from Josh and began taking calming breaths as I walked out of the apartment. "I'll be taking this call outside."
I shut the door and entered the silence that enveloped my hallway. I could barely make out the cute lisp on the other end of the phone, asking if anyone was there.
I placed the phone to my ear.
"Hey Chris, sorry about my little asshole of a brother."
He chuckled. "That's fine. I was just worried I'd called the wrong number or something. Very creative threat, by the way."
I'm in heaven. Chris D'Amico heaven.
"Thank you, I can be pretty creative when I wanna be."
I sat down on the stoop outside the apartment building. It was dark outside and not exactly safe, but I felt fine in front of my apartment. Especially with Old Lady Humphrey keeping a watchful eye on me. I.E. She's making sure I'm not ordering a drive by on her house.
What a paranoid old cunt.
I melted a little when Chris laughed again. The sound was so nasally and cute.
"I'm sure you're creative all the time, Deni." He paused. "I-It's ok if I call you Deni right?"
Chris, you can call me whatever you fucking want to.
"Of course you can Chris. I mean, your name is Christopher and I call you Chris right?"
"Right."
I bet he's smiling. He just sounds happy. Really happy.
I'm a fucking puddle still. Watch as I spill down the steps in joy.
Now... why is he showing interest in me now?
"Chris... can I ask you something?"
"Anything."
Awww, he sounds nervous.
"Ummmm... Why the fuck are you talking to me all of a sudden?" I paused. "Not to be rude or nothing."
Silence. Great. Just what I need. Might as well keep running my mouth.
"I mean, it's not because of what happened with two weeks ago, huh?"
"OH! Shit! No! No!"
He groaned and I felt my hair rise on end.
What a sexy sound.
OH! He started talking again.
"I was actually planning on asking you out before but it's taken me awhile to work up the courage. I mean, you're really sexy... no I mean beautiful... Not to say you aren't sexy! You are but... fuck."
I zoned out at sexy. He thinks I'm sexy.
"I think your sexy too Chris."
...FUCK!
I can't believe I said that out loud.
Why can't I ever fucking stop my mouth from running?
"T...Thank you." Chris' voice squeaked
I smiled, though my face was on fire.
"S-S-So, about that movie?" I asked, twirling so blond hair around my finger.
He paused, I heard nothing but... DID HE JUST GROAN AGAIN!
I really need to change my panties.
"Chris?"
"SORRY!" I had to pull the phone away from my ear.
Fuck that was loud.
"S-S-Sorry," Chris said, his voice back to a normal again just a bit... breathy I guess would be the word. "Ummm... They have a showing of Fantastic Four 4 tomorrow night at 8:30... Would you like to go to that?"
I leaned back on the steps; my mouth running before I could stop it. "Why me? I mean, you don't even know me."
If only I could kick my own ass. Now he won't want to do any-
"Well, I was actually thinking I could pick you up and bring you over here for dinner and then we could go to the movies. That way we can get to know one another... if you want to."
"YES!" I cleared my throat. "I mean, of course, I love that idea. Let's do that."
I grinned when he let out a sigh of relief.
"Good, I'm glad..."
"Why don't we meet up at Atomic Comics at like... 5 or something and we can head back to your house from there," I offered.
I want him to get to know me first before he sees where I live.
"Sure! That works. I need to pick up some comics anyway."
"DENISE!" I turned and looked up at the window to my family's tiny apartment. My mother was leaning out, looking down to me. "IT'S TIME FOR DINNER!"
"OK MA!" I waved her off, placing the phone back to my ear. "I've gotta go Chris."
"Ok... umm... I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Of course. I'll see you then Chris. Bye."
"Bye Deni."
The phone clicked off and I jumped up, beginning to dance ridiculously bad on the stoop.
"I'VE GOT A DATE WITH CHRIS D'AMICO!"
"SHUT UP!"
I flicked off the crack head from across the street and walked back into the building.
What would I wear?
AN: I hope you guys liked it. Can't wait to hear what you all think.
