Title: Can I Help You?
Rating: T
Warning(s): Language
Summary: The flock settles down in NY, but when Kick-Ass and he gang show up, things start getting complicated: identities, relationships, secrets, and yeah... trying to save the world doesn't help much, either. R&R!
Feedback: It's always loved and appreciated, guys~
Disclaimer: I own neither characters; I just use them as barbies for my own liking.
Author's Note: Okay, getting back on track in a way here. Wish me luck. xD
"I'll be back around midnight probably. You'll be fine, right?" Fang asked.
God, he sounded like he was going out on a date. I rolled my eyes. "You've known me how long and still don't know that I can take care of myself? I'm crushed, Fang." He smirked, stepping outside of the hotel room. "You better not do anything stupid. I swear to god if I hear something bad happened—"
"Yes, Mom," he said sarcastically, waving me off. I sighed. "Just… get this over with and come home soon, yeah?"
He nodded. "Later, Max." And then he shut the door.
"I find it strange he doesn't even notice," I heard Angel say from behind. I turned around, shaking my head with a smile. "It's okay, Ang. It's probably nothing, anyway…" Nothing compared to what I should be worrying about, anyway.
"Is something wrong?" she asked, confused. I sighed, pushing back my hair. "Angel, I told you before not to read my mind. Can we just leave it alone?" She lowered her head, nodding, and went over to Gazzy and Nudge, who were currently playing cards. Iggy was calling up for pizza. I plopped down on the chair, grabbing the laptop I left beside it. Opening it, I typed in Dave's name. Boy, if he was like us, he'd be caught in a snap.
Lemme see… There it is! I jumped up and rushed to the phone, recalling the digits that were displayed on his myspace page.
I think it's time we talk, Mr. Super-Stuff, I thought, hitting the talk button.
"Dave, phone's for you," Mr. Lizewski called from downstairs. "Alright, thanks, Dad," he answered back, getting the phone from the room next door. The number was blocked, he noticed. "Hello?" he asked.
"Why people decide to put their phone numbers online is beyond me," he heard. The voice sounded familiar…
"Uh, who is this?" he asked. He could almost hear a feminine sigh. "Do voices really sound that different over phone? It's just Max."
Just Max.
He smirked, sighing. If only she knew how crazy it was for Dave to get a phone call, especially by a girl. He relished on the fact, plopping down on his bed. Just Max. You're anything but a "just" kind of person, Max…
"Are you going to just breathe through the phone or what?" he heard her pierce through his thoughts. "Oh, sorry," he said, blushing. Why was he blushing? It was just a phone call—
"Anyway." Her voice was so soothing. "I figured you wouldn't have anything to do right now, considering your girlfriend and my, uh, brother are hanging out right now."
"Um, yeah you're right," he replied, confused. What was she calling about?
"So…" She paused. He raised an eyebrow. "So, I was wondering if you wanted to come over right now. We're having pizza."
...
"Uh, hello?" he heard her ask. He swallowed, then said, "Uhm, sure. Right now, right now?"
"Yeah, pizza's gonna be here any minute," she answered. "We're in a hotel right now, so I'll have to show you the way. Where do you want to meet up?"
Why don't you just come over to my place? he felt like asking, but frowned. She probably just didn't have anything better to do. "Um. Comic book store?" he suggested. He could almost hear her smile.
"Yeah, I'll be there in a sec. See you then." Then she hung up.
"Who was that?" his dad asked as he went out to put the phone back. Dave sighed, a little flustered. "Oh… It was just Max."
He got to the store as quickly as he could. Out of breath, he put down the kickstand of the bike and left it near the door. Max was sitting by the window, he noticed. She was reading a comic.
"What's that?" he asked. She looked up before closing the comic, getting up. "Oh, you know, just reading up about your past," she replied nonchalantly. He looked at her tensely before turning this way and that to see if anyone noticed. "Calm down, jeez. And I thought I was the paranoid one here," she whispered when she was closer to him, rolling her eyes. "Come on, let's get out of here," she said after putting the comic back, nudging his side. He swallowed, nodding quickly as they walked outside.
"So that's how you got here, huh?" she asked, gesturing to his bike. "Uh, yeah," he answered, lifting the stand as he rolled it towards them. She looked at him blankly, an eyebrow raised. "…What?" he asked after a moment of silence.
"Well are we going to ride it or what?" she asked. He shifted his weight, still holding it. "Uh, well, it's only for one—"
"Oh please. Just start riding it," she said impatiently. Confused, he got on and began to ride it. She smirked from behind him and ran to the front of the bike, hopping onto the handlebars. "Woah what the hell?" he said, losing balance. Max yelped and fell over, rolling to prevent any injuries and coming back up shocked. "I thought you knew how to ride a bike!" she said.
"Well crap, not with a person in the front!"
"You have a girlfriend! Haven't you ever done that before with her?"
"No, what the hell?"
"I thought that was a romantic thing!"
"Then why did you do it? We're not in a relationship!"
She paused, confusion splashed on her face. "That's a good question." She shrugged and continued walking. He furrowed his brows as he followed. "Um, so, how far is it from here?"
"Well if we were still on your bike, we'd probably get there in about 5 minutes."
He rolled his eyes, "Well excuse me for not knowing how to ride it with another person on…"
She turned to him and smiled. "It's whatever. Let's just hurry; they're waiting for us." Then she quickly turned away.
So that's what her friendly smile was like.
He liked it.
