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Hey guys, how are you doing? ^_^
Wow… So, I finished my last Freakazoid story in 2009, didn't even think over it anymore, I just left it where it was. I recently looked at my old reviews and noticed a few things- One of those things being someone asking me if I was going to continue/make a sequel about my last story. If you don't understand what I'm talking about it's called 'Supergirl Would Even Be Jealous' go read it, or don't, whatever fits your fancy!
You know, I was supposed to be doing my last story and quitting this site… But I think I want to add a few more stories onto this site before I leave it. Long story short…. I'm beginning a new Freakazoid story with Freakazette in it and a special thanks to all those who had reviewed my last story from so long ago- It was beautiful.
You might not be reading this, Yoru-101, but I hope that one day I can see those doodles you've been doing and your day has been better than your last crappy one. Nathalorial, I hope job hunting went well for you even though you stayed up reading- Mornings really do suck. ;)
Blah-blah-blah, I'm ranting, so let me begin a story that I don't even know what I'm gonna do with and sorry if it's a slow beginning.
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Title: What A Stupid Day
"You think she's going to say 'yes', Cosgrove?"
"Yeah kid, I already told you that I know she will."
The cop gruffly, though in his usual monotone voice, replied to Freakazoid, the officer cuffing up a man that had just tried to steal from a bank. The night air was soft to the touch with its light breeze, though sent chills all across the freak's dark blue skin. Or maybe it was his thoughts that were making him tremble and shiver like never before. No… No, it was just the night air, that was it…
"You sure? I mean… Do you think both of them will say yes to Dexter and me?"
"Kid…"
The older man sighed loudly and obnoxiously, hand going across his face while closing the door to the police car, another police driving away with the criminal. Turning his head over his shoulder, Cosgrove caught the sight of Freakazoid rubbing a hand behind his neck, bending downwards and then upwards on his knees. It was rare to see Freakazoid in such a nervous mood; this was something expected form Dexter, but not the freak.
"You ain't got anything to worry about, they'll both say yes. That would be like Lois turning down Superman, things like that don't just happen. Now come on, let's go. You'll do fine."
A hand smacked downwards onto Freakazoid's back, the superhero nodding his head numbly while the two men walked down the street in silence. The pair of jade black eyes glanced around every where else but the people they passed by, mind shifting in hundreds of pieces and thoughts running wild. Even Dexter wasn't talking to him through their usual communication; they both were too caught up in their joined thoughts to help out one another.
"What if she says 'no' though, then what?"
"Freakazoid… You know Freakazette won't say anything like that to you, you two belong with each other- Like two freaks in a computer. Or something like that."
"What if she does though? Or..."
The blue fingers reached upwards towards his black hair that was slightly floating upwards on his head, tugging at the strands. He was frowning deeply, looking downwards at the shorter man while the officer just kept his head pointed upwards at him, not saying a word. Before he could even realize it the freak was lifting him upwards by his shirt, come face to face with the superhero with the frantic look on his blue features.
"Or what if a bear on a unicycle impresses both of them and then they runaway with the bear and leave Dex and I in the dust?"
"…A bear on a unicycle, kid?"
"Those guys are evil, Cosgrove, you don't know how many wives have been taken by them."
Freakazoid replied without even trying to be slightly logical, letting the man slip from his grasp while the freak kept walking on without him. His hands shifted downwards towards his spandex, hands slipping into the pair of pockets that had been recently made into the suit- Freakazette had suggested the idea a while back.
Wow… Thinking over it, it had been over one year and eleven months sense Freakazoid and Freakazette had met… Along with Dexter and Samantha, it was almost close to two years sense all of them had met each other. It had been destiny that they had met each other, a freak with a freakette, a geek with a nerdella, all that beautiful non-sense. But here Freakazoid was, hand reaching upwards to tug at his hair once more with a frown and worry in his eyes…
"Cosgrove, you just don't get it… It's been almost two years sense we've gotten together and it's been not just the best years of my life, but also Dexter's. I can still remember that grin Dexter had on his face when he showed Samantha to his parents, how jealous his brother was… That smile will never come from beating a bad guy or winning some stupid science contest, it'll only come from those girls.
And Freakazette… How fun she is, how much life she has brought into my life. She doesn't try to change me and unlike Steff she loves me for me, not my looks or my powers. Though, I am handsome."
Cosgrove shook his head and shoulder slumped as Freakazoid brushed a hand over his chin in an admiring way, winking at some unknown object.
"And Samantha, she's bright and cheerful, nothing ruins her day- Dexter always needed a girl like that in his life. Both of them are our lives, without them there really wouldn't be anything for us anymore. But that's the thing, Cosgrove, we're in teams!"
"…Why is that a bad thing? Shouldn't that be a good thing? Both Freakazette and you are partners and Dexter and Samantha work together at college as partners- So isn't that good?"
"That's the thing! It's 'Freakazoid and Freakazette save the town once again!' Or 'Samantha Reed and Dexter Douglas win the state science fair once more'! It's never Dexter and Freakazette or Freakazoid and Samantha; it's always just our own certain teams. I want to ask her… Them, I really do, but what if Dexter asks Samantha and worries about Freakazette? Or Freakazette worries about Samantha? Or the bear really does come and take them away?"
Dropping his head low and shifting his hands into his random pockets, Cosgrove felt pity at his friend as the freak began walking away, posture lowered. He paid no mind to the world, opening his mouth to bitterly let the question that had been worrying Freakazoid the most leave his blue lips…
"What's Samantha going to say too me when I ask her?"
"Ask me what?"
Automatically Freakazoid's head snapped backwards at the female voice, body lifting upwards and a genuine smile crossing his blue face. A door to a little café was opened directly behind him, reviling to the jade black eyes one of the two people he loved the most in the entire world. The golden blonde hair was messily pulled upwards into a ponytail, strands of blonde hair crossing over her emerald eyes. Her pale body was clad in a black skirt and a long sleeved; button up white shirt with what seemed to have coffee stains on them-
Another long day at work, good thing today had been Dexter's day off from his job.
"Hi-ya, Sam! How did work go for you?"
"Er… Spilt coffee on myself, accidentally tore someone's wig off while delivering eggs to some woman, got yelled at by a few people, kids broke a few dishes which I had to clean, and the television at the café had been broken by some drunk guy- So it's been a good day. How has your day been?"
Cosgrove almost showed a slight hint of a smile as he patted Freakazoid's shoulder, heading off into another direction when he received a hug from Sam. He paid no mind to his friend leaving them though, walking down the street with Dexter's girlfriend- Nut bunnies, his girlfriend also- Both side by side as they began their conversation. The freak and geek paid no mind to the glances and stares that people gave, both already used to such attraction.
"You know how it goes- The Lobe attacked, put a few bad guys in jail, some of them escaped, got yelled at by Jones for ruining some ugly thing of his, and blah-blah-blah. What happened here?"
When his hand reached upwards and brushed the few strands off her forehead, never missing her wince of pain at the contact. Brushing his hand away she gently laughed, waving a hand in the air like it was no big deal- Though the dark purple bruise on her forehead told otherwise.
"Nothing, woman was getting mugged and I didn't have enough time to freak out or the woman would have lost her purse- So I took on the guy by myself. He got one good punch in before I knocked his lights out is all."
Freakazoid frowned deeply, annoyance and distraught clearly on his blue features as he kept her pale hand in his grasp. Rolling his eyes he kept on walking, unknown to either of them that they were holding hands now while he passed her an expression like a parent mad at a child would.
"You know how dangerous that is! We've been through this before, saying two words will save you a lot of trouble! You should have let Freakazette help you or you could have at least called out my name and I would have came to you, you didn't need to do that fight alone! Look at what happened!"
A mocking laugh left the girl, rolling those emerald eyes at him while she passed him an annoyed look, smile never fading from her lips. Over and over again they had been through this; it was the same conversation they always had about her human self doing the crime fighting. And once more she would retort back in a sarcastic voice…
"Oh yeah, a little bruise, that's some serious injury there, Freakazoid! I'm so tired of you telling me that I need Freakazette for everything! I didn't have enough time to freak out, it was either that woman losing her purse or just taking action and fight! Aren't you the one who believes in justice?"
Then this is the part where Freakazoid would pass her an annoyed expression back for the hundredth time, opening his mouth to snap back-
"Of course I believe in justice, I also believe in not letting Dexter see his girlfriend bruised up and bloody all the time! There is no such thing as 'not having enough time to freak out'! There's always time to let Freakazette take over and save the day! Can't you see that a normal being shouldn't be fighting crime?"
Dexter, who was inside Freakazoid's head at the moment, was rubbing a hand nervously over his face, rolling his eyes at the much known conversation going on. Freakazette, who was in Samantha's mind, was doing the same thing, annoyed by the argument that was going on between them once more. Instead of a snappy remark like she usually did she instead passed him a look of sorrow, tugging her hand out of his while she quietly replied…
"You think after all this time we would have come to terms on agreeing with each other. I'm tired of this same argument going on between us and all the other arguments we have- Why do we even do this too each other? I know that you like Freakazette more than me but at least realize that she is me, we both are strong and mighty. Just like Dexter and you, Clark Kent and Supermen… They're the same person."
With a turn she headed down the concrete sideway, the sun fading behind them as Freakazoid reached a hand outwards towards her, though not catching anything but air. He hadn't expected a response like that, he didn't like Freakazette more, it was just that Samantha… With a sigh and shoving his hands into his pockets, he hurried by the girl's side, both staying in silence as they headed home in a stroll.
'So… This would be a bad time to pop the question now, right?'
'Shut up.'
Freakazoid thought back to Dexter after Dexter's remark, annoyance clearly on his features.
'So… That thing about you two getting closer would be a bad idea to bring up now, huh?'
'Shut up.'
Samantha bitterly thought back to Freakazette, jaw locked in a position as the two kept walking down the sidewalk in silence.
This day had been stupid anyway; tomorrow would be a new day for getting closer and questions.
To Be Continued…
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So, thanks for reading! Please review, tell me what was liked/disliked, all that jazz!
Have a fantastic day and have a Merry Christmas Eve, guys!
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