ii.
"Alright – I'm back."
Turning
into the parking garage, I turn my stereo up a little more, announcing that
yes, the redhead had returned…
The kickin' ass and takin' names would follow shortly.
A couple smacks to the horn, and I cut the engine, jumping out of my Silverado,
green eyes glancing for at least some sign of life – of course, I didn't see
any, which kinda pissed me off.
"Where the fuck is everyone?"
Maybe they'd forgot – around here, things like that happen. People get wrapped up in their own little melodramas, and if you're not part of it, you're temporarily placed on the back burner.
It
wasn't anything new –
But it was annoying as hell.
But
still – I'd dressed up, at least a little.
There was a skirt involved – even if it was a denim micromini.
What could I say? I'm looks, brains,
and brawn…
Right now, I'm just capitalizing in the looks department.
I was a little bit bummed, though – while I was injured, the only person to
visit me was Kari, and that was probably because she was dealing with injuries
herself.
"Run for the hills, Hurricane Virginia has returned." With a bit of a snicker, I turned around to see none other than Spike Dudley, Kari's boyfriend and one of my closer acquaintances.
"Hey Spork…what's up?"
"Nothin'. Any luck digging up stuff about your mom?" Naturally, Kari had told him what was going on, mainly because Kari told him everything.
"Thought I'd hit something, but – Mama was pretty fucking vague." Shrugging, I hugged the youngest Dudley, then glanced around. "Where's…"
"Well, Kari's…somewhere, Rob's sleeping…"
"You
poor souls." I snickered, "I know what hearing
that's like."
Just then, as if he knew we were talking about him, Rob staggered out of the
door to the parking deck, and…
The second he laid eyes on me – I think there was a Boy Scout tent pitching
record set.
"…and hello to you too…"
"Hey…" And there
was the dopey grin, and I couldn't help but remember that he had some serious
mojo going on.
So…what do you think I did?
-*-
"I should put some clothes on and make my reappearance official…" Sighing, I curled against Rob, curling up
under the sheets.
"Yeah, you should, but…"
"It can wait, really. But…you know, I've
got my eyes on a pretty big prize…"
"Oh?"
"Like you don't know."
Everyone knew, I was sure. I wanted
invincibility.
I wanted the Women's title.
And
then, I wanted to show the Next Big Thing why this redhead was not to be
messed with.
