A/N: Sorry for the late update guys, I was at my towns Pride Parade with a group of friends. It was loads of fun, seriously if there's a Pride Week near you go to it. Even if you're straight, cause I am and I still had a lot of fun. One of the people I went with reads HP slashfiction like me, and she was wrestling with her best friend and at one point she was pinned on the ground and said "All I can think of is fanfiction!" I died laughing! She was like "Draco I don't know what you're doing but don't stop!" It was fucking priceless. Her friend looked down at her confused and she used it as a distraction to get the upper hand in the match. Seriously though, go to Pride Week and go to Paul McCartney. Cover Girl's orders. Hahaha! But really, truely I am sorry for the late update with such a short chapter but I really hope you enjoy it anyway. Let me know what you think with reveiws! More reveiws; faster updates!
BoxFullOfRandom: Hahaha! YES! My parents think I'm weird for naming thier cars. There was Goldmember, a gold Hyundai Accent that died in an unfortunate car accident. Jacob, my favourite dark blue Chevy Malibu which we just had to get rid of recently, and Frankenstien the ugliest fucking van you will ever know of. Seriously. I wish I had a friend that made Covenant jokes all the time! Only one of my friends even knows what the Covenant is and he doesn't like it.
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Disclaimer:
CoverGirl: Ugh! I hate writing this thing.
Reid: What, the disclaimer?
CoverGirl: Yeah! If I owned You, Pogue, Caleb, Tyler and just the Covenant in general, or anything else that's copywritten in this chapter I'd be a hell of a lot more rich, and you'd be a hell of a lot more naked.
Reid: Is that so?
CoverGirl: You bet your hot ass it is.
It had been a week since actual conversation with a Son. There were a few nods in our direction (Caleb); the occasional 'Hey, what's up?' (Pogue); the cute, curious question about our Covenant here and there (Tyler); and of course a few winks thrown in my direction (Reid).
Now we were going back to St. Michaels in a week and within that week we had a swim meet. Which we were training for at Spenser even though we are swimming for St. Mikeys. Oh boy, this is going to be fun, because we also have to attend Spenser for two days after the meet, and we all know what that means? Lots of hate after we blow their scores out of the water. Not to brag, or anything, but I swim a wicked front crawl in freestyle competitions, and Lilly's butterfly is not to be messed with. How she can do it is beyond me, her scores nearly knock me on my ass every time.
My musings of the upcoming week were distracting me from the undercarriage of the car I was working on. I wiped my face by my nose, not caring that I now had grease on my face. Joe's Auto Body, my second job, my second home, my heaven. I actually met Pogue here before and never even noticed or remembered until this morning when I came in for my shift. He often came in with a yellow Ducati. I wonder what ever happened to it . . . It was always in such immaculate condition.
"Kris, it's almost your break time!" Joe was sitting in a big comfy office chair, just in my line of site from under the car if I tilted my head right. He was sipping his coffee next to his wife that was leisurely reading her favorite romance novel again. Molly could recite that thing to me, if I didn't beg her not to.
"I'm skipping it!" I shouted back to him, grabbing a tool out of the box propped up by my outstretched legs.
"You always skip it. . ." Molly was like my mother, except that we looked nothing alike. She had her long raven black hair and her beautiful olive skin tone, I was the exact opposite. She actually looked a lot like my big sister, but the thought of that just made me dead certain on skipping my break so I could forget about it.
"This is my break." I replied, I'd been going to Joe's with my dad since I was old enough to say 'car'. Turning sixteen last year earned me a job here, and support whenever something went wrong at home or I just needed a place to crash, no question's asked.
"Fine." Joe said laughing, "Customer." he announced and I saw a pair of black DC's walk over to the side of the beautiful piece of art I was under. Whoever owned this baby was a big spender, it's an exclusive as of now, not supposed to be out for months. At least not here.
It was gorgeous! The classic lines that Lamborghini's are famous for have been brought to a whole new level. It's sleek, elegant, silver body had me practically begging for Joe to let me work on it. When he finally caved I literally jumped for joy and gave him a huge kiss on the cheek.
I grabbed onto the outside of the car and wheeled myself out from under it, taking the rag that was hanging out of my ripped jeans pocket and wiping grease off of my hands. "Is this your Lamborghini?" I asked, fixing my hot pink and white truckers hat that had 'fashion road kill' written on it, with a cartoon picture of a squished Paris-esque girl in hot pink pumps. It looked perfect with my pink and white baseball style shirt. I turned around after wiping my hands and stuck my right out to shake.
"Nah, it's my dad's." Oh boy, that smirk. I took my hand back without Reid even shaking it, hand shakes are for strangers in my books. I'm into hugs, but I don't think he'd like that too much.
"Well, she sure is gorgeous. When'd he get it?" I couldn't help but I ask. I was just under the mother of all Lamborghini's. The 2006 Gallardo LP560-4. Heaven? Ah yeah.
"Just. I took it out without his permission and. . .Well yeah, you know what happened from there."
I gave him a chastising look, I buffered a lot of scratches out of this baby before he got here, not to mention fixed the brakes that he fucked up. How he did it, I don't even want to know. I can't even believe someone would take such a beautiful car for a joyride!
"Oh Reid, what am I ever going to do with you?" I asked shaking my head and tightening my ponytail.
"You can start by wiping the grease off of your nose and going out for lunch with me," he suggested, wiping his nose in the general area mine was now covered in grease.
I wiped my nose off laughing, "I just gave up my break." I stated, pointing over my shoulder with my thumb in the direction of Joe and Molly.
"No you didn't!" Molly exclaimed loudly. How did I know she was listening? "You two kids have fun," she ordered ushering us out the door before I could even object.
"Alright, thanks," I laughed as Molly stood in the doorway smiling fondly at Reid and I.
"Use protection!" Oh God, she did not just . . .
Reid laughed and I punched him in the gut, he rubbed his kidney and I almost apologized for hurting him, of course that's not a very me thing to do, though. You know how it is; almost but not quite. Instead I laughed.
"I seriously need to buy her a murder mystery and get her mind off of those stupid romance fairytales." I said as my make shift apology for my second mothers word of the wise. So. Freaking. Embarrassing! I turned around and she was still watching us from the doorway. "I'm buying you some Stephen King, I swear!" I joked and she walked back to read her perfect romance, proudly.
xXx
"You mind if I smoke?" I took a rather large bite of my hot dog as we walked around the park and shook my head,
"Be my guest." I shrugged after I swallowed, "It's not like I'll be kissing you."
He whipped a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket and lit up, taking a long drag. "So if you were going to be kissing me you would mind?" he asked, exhaling.
I shrugged again, "I just quit, and I don't need the taste in my mouth to make me crave anymore."
"Why'd you quit?"
I took another bite of my hot dog, swallowed, then replied "My sister wanted me to." I figured with someone here I wouldn't cry. It's nearly impossible for me to cry in front of people.
"Megan?"
"No, Mia." I choked out, me and Megan were the closest so it's only logical for him to think I meant on of my Covenant Sisters. "She was adopted."
Reid was looking at me confused and I sat down on the nearest bench settling in for story time.
"We were thick as thieves. Literally-" I laughed at memories, "-we did a lot of crazy stuff with Megan, but we're out of it now. My parents knew that she had our powers when they saw her birthname at the agency and adopted her. She was the right age, had the right name, and even looked like her parents, Mom said. She Used a lot, though. For stupid things . . . winning bets, fooling around with her friends like I do, getting away with stuff . . y'know, shit like that." I sighed, "Basically, long story short; when she Ascended barely a month ago she, uh. ." I held back tears, "wanted to, uhm," I picked at my rainbow nail polish, each finger painted a diferent color, "-do it alone for some reason. . . We always promised each other we'd be there for support and celebrating, so right afterwards I tried to call her and figure out where she was, wish her a happy birthday, congratulate her." Fucking stupid tears. I made sure none of the fell though, I'm good at that.
Reid was dead silent this entire time, throwing his smoked cigarette at the ground. "She didn't make it." he said understandingly. I nodded.
"Her funeral was just so fucking tough." I remembered seeing everyone in black. Everywhere all I saw was either black or white, like everyone had forgotten her favorite color was purple except for Nat, Megan, Lilly and I. We were all wearing different shades of purple, and stood out like sore thumbs.
I barely noticed the five minutes of silences go by, until Reid pulled out his half empty pack of smokes and I grabbed one, leaning into his lighter without him even trying to stop me. Good.
xXx
We walked slowly but still eventually reached the garage, I was late but I think if Joe tried to get in my face about it Molly would make him sleep on the sofa tonight.
"Thanks for the hot dog," I said lamely, tossing him his keys with one last eye narrowing telling him to be kind to the car.
"So let me get this straight," he started. I sucked in a breath waiting for him to continue, "You work here on weekends, and Nicky's on weeknights. Your days off are spent playing sports or hanging with 'the guys' which are actually girls, which to me doesn't sound like a lot of fun to participate in what with you being what I'm assuming is the guy of your group?" I nodded,
"I kill their spiders and beat up their ex's." I joked, shrugging.
"What do you do for fun?"
I scrunched up my nose, "Pretty much everything you saw last time we spoke." I watched his mind wonder back to Nicky's and The Parking Lot.
"You want to know what you should be doing?" By this point in time I knew that smirk was linked to either something suggestive, or him proving you wrong or beating you in a bet.
"Say you and I'll punch you again," I joked. His smirk grew into my favorite grin and I smiled. He didn't answer me, which in turn was answer enough.
"Get goin' before your dad finds out his car's gone." I said, before he climbed into the drivers seat.
"No but seriously, tomorrow, will you go out with me?" I couldn't talk at first, that was the most direct way I've ever been asked out. I've had cute little stutters like 'w-would you like to, uhm, go out with, uh, with me?', text messages, post-it-notes and phone calls. Never have I had crisp, clear, face to face asking.
"I'm training." I said smiling still, whenever he asked me to go somewhere I was busy, but he always made me find a way around it somehow. I could tell he was thinking the same thing when he grinned and turned the keys in the ignition making the car come to life,
"I'll meet you at the pool, then." I laughed and nodded crossing my arms.
"Fine."
He waved and ripped out of the garage faster than I could say 'give me the key's'. My face went distraught instantly as I yelled after him, "Be nice to that car!"
I looked around for something to do, thier were no cars to work on. I walked backwards a few feet and dropped into the chair next to Molly who was still reading her romance and smiling like a fool. She had definitely been listening. I heard pages ruffle and saw her mouth open. but before she could say something that would only embarass me I cut her off by dropping something heavy in her lap. I then stood and began walking away hearing her chuckle as she unwrapped the blue bow I tied around 'The It'.
