Disclaimer: I don't make cool characters...I just kind of toggle with them in my own twisted stories...so hell no! I don't own Kick-Ass! ...It's just too 'kick-ass' for me to own...*cries*
Mindy poured coffee for some man in a suit, he seemed too preoccupied with the newspaper to notice. Chris was all over the media since his charity event. She rolled her eyes at his picture plastered on the front page.
She moved back over to her co-worker Sarah, "I am like dead tired."
Sarah snapped her gum, "Go to bed earlier?"
"Not like sleep tired. I am so tired of all the tabloids."
Her friend grinned, "Oh yeah, 'cause your boyfriend is all over them."
"Boyfriend?" her voice squeaking a bit, "I'm sorry, but I wouldn't be caught dead dating some nerd like him."
"Yet you hangout with jewfro, and his comic book groupies."
Mindy made a face, "They're a package deal."
Their manager popped up behind them before Sarah could retort, "Sarah you're up, Mindy on deck." The balding overweight man scooted past them, and Mindy wrinkled her nose at his body odor.
"Nasty.."
"Alright gotta go, oh I think someone just walked in," she nodded at the door before hurrying to the stage.
Mindy greeted the customer, "Hello sir, are you expecting any company?"
"No, it's just me, Mindy," he pulled his shades down to stare at her breasts, just below her name tag.
"Oh come on! This fucking kid this early in the morning?!" She faked a smile for her manager, and seated him in a booth.
She placed a menu in front of him, "Well our special today is-"
"I'll just take some French toast, syrup on the side and a glass of chocolate milk. Thanks babe." he grinned at her and handed back the menu.
Mindy scowled, and scanned the area for her boss. Seeing the coast was clear, she leaned in venomously, "Just what the fuck do you think you're doing here? Do you have a goddamn death wish?"
Chris smiled at her, "No, I just wanted to see my girl. I also came to hear you sing."
"Oh...my...God, I can't believe you!" she whacked him with the menu.
"Don't hit me, bitch. Do you want a tip or nah? I could tip you like a stripper…they make bank." he nodded with an impish grin.
Sarah finished her rendition of a Taylor Swift song, and began her final song before Mindy's shift; a slowed, acoustic version of Avril Lavigne's Skater Boi.
"He's just a boy, and she's just a girl…can I make it anymore obvious?"
"Chris," she sighed.
"When is this shift over?"
"I have another hour, I still have to go up and sing too."
"He wanted her, and she'd never tell. Secretly she wanted him as well."
"Don't tell anyone," he whispered urgently.
She made a face, "Tell who, what?"
"I'm kind of being incognito…the shades, see?" he pointed.
"You blend in just like Clark Kent, no one will see the similarities hidden behind a hair curl and a pair of reading glasses." Rolling her eyes, she went to the back to drop off his order.
"He was a skater boy, she said see ya later boy. He wasn't good enough for her."
She made his order of chocolate milk, and the cook dinged the bell. She grabbed the tray of food and syrup. Setting his meal down and handing him a straw for the drink.
"Now he's a super star, slamming on his guitar, does your pretty face see what he's worth?"
He tried to snatch a kiss, but she backed away.
"Sorry girl but you missed out, well tough luck that boy's mine now…"
The manager reappeared, and gestured her to get ready. She hurried back to drop off her things in the employee space. She quickly fixed her ponytail, and walked back out.
"I'll be backstage after the show, I'll be at the studio singing that song we wrote, about a girl you used to know."
Mindy walked to the stage feeling was thanking the crowd and stepped down. As she moved past Mindy she commented that the customer was cute.
She groaned inwardly, and took the microphone, "Hello everyone, I'll be singing Love Song by Sara Bareilles, to start off."
Chris wiped his mouth and started sipping his milk, as she started to sing. Slow, melodic and sensual. Didn't know she could sing too.
"Head under water, and they tell me to breathe easy for a while. The breathing get harder, even I know that. Made room for me, it's too soon to see, if I'm happy in your hands. I'm unusually hard to hold on to."
Todd rushed in the door, he saw Mindy on stage and grinned. He waved at her, "Perfect timing."
Mindy spotted Todd at the entrance and mentally face palmed, "Blank stares at blank pages. No easy way to say this. You mean well, but you make this hard on me."
Chris stared at the man who walked in, who happened to take Mindy's gaze. "Look at this fucking nerd. Walking in here like he's at a concert…oh shit. Is that the dude from.."
"I'm not gonna write you a love song, 'cause you ask for it, 'cause you need one! You see, I'm not gonna write you a love song, 'cause you tell me this make or breaking this."
Sarah guided Todd to a booth adjacent to where Chris was, and he ordered a coffee. Chris peered over to look at the newcomer, "Look at him, he's totally star struck. 'Oh Mindy, I love you. Let us go and migrate with the centaur to the next Dungeons and Dragons convention!' Pfft. She's mine, bruh. Back the fuck off."
Chris ducked back into his booth, he guzzled his milk and finished his meal. Mindy was finishing her song as he stood up and pretended to use the restroom. He went over to the equalizer, and grabbed a spare microphone. He stealthily turned it on, and hurried onto the stage.
"I'm not going to write you a love song, 'cause you ask for it, 'cause you need one! You see-"
"It's too late to 'pologize." he pulled off his shades and approached her. She stood there, mortified. Her eyes darting back and forth between him and the manager.
"It's too late." he pulled her close, and her eyes widened, "I'd take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you."
Todd stood up huffily at the closeness, he pulled out his phone and snapped a few pictures, and even recorded a video.
"And I need you like a heart needs a beat, but that's nothing new. Yeah. I loved you with a fire red, now it's turning blue. And you say-" he held the mic to her mouth.
"It's too late to apologize!" she pushed him off and ran off the stage. She discarded her mic and grabbed her things.
Chris stood on the stage cursing silently to himself, but played it off. "Give a hand to Mindy for that improv."
Mindy reappeared from the back, and immediately hurried out into the streets. Todd ran up to Chris when he tried to exit, "Hey, asshole. I don't know who you think you are but-"
Another patron jumped up, "That's Chris D'Amico, hey great job with that charity last night, son."
Chris thanked the man, pulling on his jacket he ran out to catch up with Mindy. Todd scowled and left to his apartment, ready to upload the evidence and bad mouth the rich kid.
Chris ran into the street and looked in all directions, Mindy was already long gone. He ran a hand through his hair, "Shit."
Mindy slammed the door shut, and locked herself in her room. There was a phone call, which Marcus answered. He knocked on her door.
"Hey, Mindy? It's your manager," there was no response, "Mindy?"
"Go. Away." after some thought, she toned down her anger, "Please."
Marcus paused a bit, "He says he understands your embarrassment, but he's willing to let you keep your job if you come back and work the hour you had left in your shift."
Mindy jumped out of her chair, "Like hell, I am!"
Marcus knew a warning when he heard one, and backed away from the door, "Alright I'll tell him you are regretfully sorry."
Mindy sauntered over to her computer. Rather than checking her social media, she quickly Googled the city's cartel leader.
Christopher D'Amico is making a name for himself that severely differs from his father's rumored lifestyles. He is notable for charity work and restoration of areas of the city that were damaged in local gang brawls. Part of his funding comes from his piqued interest in the music industry.
D'Amico recently acquired a radio company, humorously labeled; MILF. He stated in an interview, "The acronym is "Music I Like Fred"…I mean if you believe that." He said is mostly interested in alternative rock or indie music. "I'm trying to help put under-the-radar bands on the map."
His music station often featured groups from the area, he's willing to listen to all groups but will only air bands that get his approval.
She started scrolling more through tabloids, until something caught her eye.
Christopher D'Amico seems to have a D'Amiga!
Mindy rolled her eyes, "God, that joke was just as bad as one of Dad's."
The city's favorite bachelor seems to have his sights set on this lovely lady in red. Who is the mystery woman? Will Chris come clean about his new relationship?
"Oh my God!" Mindy screeched. They had a picture of last night's charity event. He was holding her close and slow dancing, "He was totally whispering about oral in that picture!"
She cleared her history and closed her browser, immediately traumatized. She jumped on her bed, and groaned. The whole media thing was getting worse and worse, they either had to be a thing or completely drop it. She had a feeling neither would drop it. She had dozed off on her bed, but her subconscious heard a doorbell and knock on the front door.
Marcus answered, confusion in his voice, "Uh, Chris?"
"Hello, sir."
"Uh, hi?" Marcus looked around him, "What do you need?"
"I was hoping I could apologize," Marcus continued to look at him, "to Mindy…I don't think I did anything to you personally?"
Marcus stepped aside and nodded to the stairs, "So, you're the reason she's locked herself in her room?"
"I, uh, yeah." he looked at the floor.
"Damn kid," Marcus shut the door, and laughed to himself, "You are so gonna die."
Chris stared at Marcus as he disappeared to the kitchen, before heading up the stairs. He gently knocked on the door, "Mindy?" He did this multiple times before he got frustrated, and began to pick the lock. He managed to push a miniature screwdriver into the knob, pushing the locking mechanism until it clicked open.
He quickly scurried inside and locked the door, Mindy had rolled onto her side sleeping.
Mindy shot straight up in her bed when she heard Chris calling her name. Her eyes adjusted to her surroundings and she quickly felt energized.
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Fuckface." she whipped around and glared at him.
Chris pantomimed zipping his mouth, he held his hands up in defense. She grabbed his collar, "Do you have any idea what you might have done?! Todd works for some nerdy newspaper thing- he's going to put us out there, and I don't even know what we are! Marcus is going to see or hear about this and he's going to fucking interrogate me! I might have lost my job, that was actually embarrassing! Why would you fucking do that?!"
He pulled her in for a rough kiss, "I felt rather protective, kinda territorial. Todd was eyeing you up like candy, and I wanted him to know he was trespassing."
"Fuck you, bitch. I am not property."
"I could get a tattoo on your ass that says "D'Amico", would you be okay with that?"
"Go away. I need to get a new job now." she grabbed him and reached for the door.
He quickly stopped her, "I could get you a job. I'm sorry, okay? It was just reckless, and I shouldn't have done that, but it happened. Seriously, I could get you a job if you wanted."
"I'm not being a hooker."
He laughed, "Wouldn't dream of it."
Mindy stared him down, "I want to be the DJ for your radio station."
Chris merely blinked, "Sure. You can start tomorrow, if you want."
Mindy pulled on her headphones, and spoke into the mic set up in front of her, "Hey everyone, welcome back to MILF radio. Up next on pick-your-play list we have an assortment of OneRepublic."
With a push of a button, her mic was off and Secrets filled the booth with sound. She got out of her chair and knocked on the door.
"Hey, Chris?"
He opened it, "Yeah, what?"
"How long do I have to sit in here for?"
"For the next hour or so," he smirked at her pleading expression, "why?"
"I really need to pee, dickwad!"
"Then go pee, it's down the hall to the left." he stepped aside and let her pass.
As he watched her run to the bathroom he couldn't help but laugh to himself. His smile disappeared a bit after he thought, "Not sure if it's a good thing to have her working for me…so much for gut feelings."
As Mindy was washing her hands, she looked in the mirror. She scowled a bit, "What if Marcus finds out? He's going have a fucking cow when he hears I'm working for Chris. He has to understand though, this is probably the coolest job I'm ever going to get other than beating the shit out of people."
After leaving the restroom, Mindy pulled Chris away from a group he was talking with.
"Hey hey hey, hands off the merchandise, this body is not for browsing!"
"We need to talk fucktard." she pulled him into an empty office space.
"Alright, babe. What do you need?"
She crossed her arms, "I don't know if I should take this job," he looked a little saddened by that, "I mean, I don't know if Marcus will like hate me or something."
"I doubt he'd hate you for finding a better job." Chris made a face and reached for the door.
She grabbed his hand, "He might not like it because my boss is a little bitch like you."
"Mindy, be serious, you've seen my dick. It's not little." he smirked as she repeatedly slapped him.
"What is even happening in my fucked up life? I was dragged to your party, we started fucking around with each other, and now I'm in between jobs and I don't know if we're a thing, or if I'm just a plaything to you. I'm so fucking tired."
He pulled her close, and checked his watch. "You're on air in, oh I don't know, thirty seconds?"
She quickly shoved him off and ran back to the booth.
Mindy unlocked her house door, and stepped inside. Marcus was already home, and tapped his foot.
"Last I checked," he looked at his watch, "you're a couple hours late."
Mindy nodded and set her bag down on the chair, "Yeah."
"I heard your voice when I was changing radio stations in my car today. Care to explain?" he didn't look or sound angry, but she shrugged.
"I lost my job…and then found another one."
"A radio DJ, huh?" he furrowed his brows, "Alright, if that works for you."
"It does, can I go now?"
He nodded and she quickly hurried back to her room. Flopping on her bed, she fell asleep. Her phone vibrated with a text, she groggily answered and fell back asleep. She woke up feeling extra warm. She rolled to her side, and Chris was napping right next to her.
She sat up and rubbed at her eyes, "Oh God, what? Am I still sleeping? What is he doing here? How did he get in here?"
Grabbing her phone, she looked at his message; "Hey babe, can I come over?" "Yeah, yeah." "I'll park around back, so Marcus won't flip."
"Shit," she looked at him, and quickly went to lock her bedroom door. Marcus had something important on his schedule tonight so she knew they'd be in the clear after six. She checked the time and it was already six-thirty.
She cautiously laid back down on her bed, Chris wrapped his arms around her.
"Mmm, you smell good, babe." and he fell asleep again.
She shook her head and curled against him. "I'm so going to regret this."
Chris woke up and checked his watch, it was only seven. He gently shook Mindy, who looked surprisingly peaceful as she slept. She shrugged him away and rolled back onto her stomach. He shook her again, this time she reached for his throat, and he stopped her arm.
"Hey hey, easy now. I just wanted you to wake up," he offered a smile.
"Uh huh," was all she said as she stretched.
"You know, Mindy," he smirked at her, "that was the first time we slept together."
She responded with punching his arm. He smiled and pushed her back onto her bed with a kiss. He broke the kiss and smiled.
"You wanna go to IHOP? I'm starving."
Mindy snorted, "You're always hungry," she sighed at his pout, "Let's go then."
She grabbed her belongings, and left a small note for Marcus that she'd gone out to dinner. He ushered her out back to his parked vehicle.
"Aww, what? No Mistmobile?"
"Pshh no, I have a civilian car, ma'am. It's an Audi RX8, burnt orange."
She opened the passenger door and held up a hand, "Please stop talking about your car, it's a turn off."
He started to drive, "Yeah? You're a real turn-on, though. So much of a turn-on in fact, I was hoping you'd maybe go on a date with me to IHOP…and you agreed!"
Mindy looked out the window, and watched the passing street lights. She slowly looked over at Chris, "So, does that make us a…"
He stopped at the stoplight, and looked over at her. He grabbed her hand with a small smile, "A thing."
A/N: Hello my lovelies, I have updated because I saw the reviews for the third chapter I miraculously put up in July, so very long ago. I realize some of you were crying tears of joy for new chapters, so here I am once again, feeling lost but now and then- this isn't Nickelodeon. Well I hope I have not disappointed, thank you for your reviews. They really mean a lot to me.