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For a girl-Maniac was sure being hard to talk to. Spot, the all manly hero-type he considered himself was not going to spark up a conversation with a weird younger girl. She was like a younger sister--but no, Maniac was too….odd to be anyone's younger sister. Or anyone's sister at all, or daughter for that matter.
She just plain wasn't normal. She liked to set things-and people-on fire. Usually girls were afraid of fire and needed Spot to protect them from the evil flames. Maniac would probably set Spot on fire if she had the chance. It didn't seem like Maniac would need a guy for anything, ever. It was weird that she had had a long serious relationship with Race. He had heard bad things about that. He sort of had a blatant disrespect for Race after that.
Sometimes when he talked to her it was hard to believe she was actually a girl. She had this easy way of listening that almost made you think she wasn't paying attention, but you knew she was. He had never asked her for girl advice before-somehow he knew she'd have even less idea about what he was talking about then she did. He'd never seen her hanging out with a girl before. He wondered if she had any friends. He wondered if she needed any friends.
She seemed to be the self-obeying type-the type who didn't care what anyone thought about her. She disrespected authority of every kind, and tried to talk to people as little as possible. She got into multiple fights every week, mostly because her smart mouth had left her brain in the dust. She usually won too.
She had sort of a haunting beauty though. It was there, but you just had to get through her image. Image meant everything to survive in Brooklyn. Brooklyn belonged to Brooklyn. Don't mess with Brooklyn. You mess with one of Brooklyn, you mess with all of Brooklyn and Brooklyn is not something to be mess with.
Spot's mind wandered back from Brooklyn to Maniac. They were crossing the Brooklyn Bridge and Spot gazed out over the water. The swirling blue-green-gray of the waters made his eyes seem as if they were, too, swirling and rushing past boats on the water. He gazed over at Maniac who was staring up at the sky the blue of it making her green eyes seem like the sky. For a flash he saw true beauty in her tough features. She was transformed for a split second before his eyes into something else. Something he never would have expected……then it was gone.
He stared at her intensely, for the first time ever really studying the 15-year-old he had always just taken for granted. She had a different beauty, one that no amount of bullshit would be able to take away from her--not that she'd ever put up with any bullshit at all. She had this hair-Spot had always been a hair man-that curved down her arched back and had a glint in it that was lighter then the rest of her hair. Her hair shimmered with mahogany but there were golden strands that highlighted it and shone in the sunlight. No hat topped her hair and it was freely swishing across her shoulders and back as she walked. There was a certain swish of confidence.
Next were her eyes. Spot was standing close enough to her to be able to study her eyes. They glistened in the sunlight and blue sky that floated above their head. He had seen her eyes before, and they had seemed like nothing special, just hazel. But now he was tints of blue intertwined with the ever present green. The green was jade green either, he had seen too many dishonest jade-eyed girls, he just didn't like it. They were pale, almost sea green that seemed to float. They'd get even lighter and almost look like a tan color when she was ecstatic and her eyes got so dark brown-almost black-when she got mad.
He looked at her face. She had perfectly arched eyebrows that shone with the same mahogany as her hair. Above the left one there was a small white scar that contrasted her tanned skin. Her skin was smooth and tanned. She had long dark eyelashes and round curved lips, although they were usually smirking or scowling.
Then there was her body. Spot made himself stop thinking before he started thinking about her body. Her had scoured every inch of her body with his eyes. There was a sinking feeling in heart and it felt like it had fell into his stomach. He tried to shake the feeling away, but it dwelled in the pit of his stomach and nothing he thought about could get it away.
~*~*~Manhattan~*~*~
Spot had pulled some strings and convinced Maniac not to set anything on fire, or start any fights. They were sitting in a booth with Jack, some girl named Chelci, with free food sitting in front of them.
Spot was suddenly and unnervingly aware of how close he was to Maniac. Her leg brushed against his, and whenever she threw her hair over her shoulder it almost hit him in the face.
She wasn't being her sarcastic hate-world-kill-all self. She had felt Spot staring at her on the way to Brooklyn. She had tried not to acknowledge his searching eyes. What had he been looking at her for? She knew that he would never consider looking at her like that. He considered her….an violent kid who he could boss around. But he was so hot. He wasn't being himself either, she wondered what his problem was.
Maniac pushed her food around her plate, not eating anything, and Spot quickly ate it. Jack and Chelci talked away, ignoring Spot and Maniac's unwillingness to talk.
As soon as Spot finished, he tried to get out of the uncomfortable situation that he had gotten himself and Maniac in. "Look guys, it was really great to be here--but we've really got to get back to Brooklyn. Leader duties," he smirked half-heartedly.
Jack frowned, "Why don't you guys stay for awhile! You just got here!"
Maniac scowled at him, "I have some previous engagements to take care of. We're leaving," she said coldly, and took Spot's arm and dragged him out. Normally Spot would have been pissed off that she was dragging him somewhere, but he was just paying attention to her fingers gripping his arm.
He shook the thoughts out of his head and pulled his arm free from Maniac's grasp. "What do you have to take care of in Brooklyn?" Spot asked.
Maniac smirked. "Nothing, I could tell you wanted to get out of there, but didn't want to be rude, so I did it for you."
Spot shook his head at her. They walked in silence for awhile. Maniac was wondering why she was feeling Spot's eyes on her so much. There had to be some logical explanation for it--she just couldn't think of one. Now, Maniac was not known for avoiding the subject, so she pounced on Spot, "Why are you staring at me?" she asked, whirling around to face him.
Spot was taken aback--girls usually weren't think blunt. He stumbled around for words, ums and uhs were the only thing he could think of. His jumbled brain couldn't produce anything useful. Just trust your instincts, Conlon. She was standing only a couple of inches away from him and he could feel his hormones taking over. "Dumbass Conlon," he whispered to himself before taking her in his arms and kissing her.
She couldn't-didn't want to-squirm away. But since when had Spot started thinking of her like this? It was weird. She had had no idea this was coming. Was this some weird fantasy of hers? She wanted someone to tell her if this was really happening.
It was all over as soon as it started. Spot was standing there, breathing hard, and staring at her. She was stunned, looking at him. He was better then she'd expected him to be. It was a weird, yet charming surprise. She figured after kissing all those girls it would sort of be reaction instead of ardor. Or whatever it was that made normal guys want to kiss girls. Not like she would know--her only relationship-Race-was all a blur of too much too fast with too little thought involved. It was all feeling and no contemplation.
All this was running through her head. Spot was only thinking one thing. Man that felt bizarre. He was used to kissing girls so he could have fun, because it was required--not because he wanted to. Now he wanted to kiss her again. So he did so. This time nothing went through her head. Then she remembered and pulled away.
Spot looked confused--what had he done wrong? He thought it over carefully and couldn't find anything. He chose his words cautiously. "What went wrong?"
"There was no thought. There was no talk. There was nothing but passion. You probably heard…" she trailed off.
Spot felt like smacking himself or kicking himself or something. Of course she wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. What an idio, you are Conlon. "I'm sorry."
"It's ok. I'll kiss you, as long as you promise it's nothing more then kissing. Not commitment," she said. He nodded. This was going to be hard.
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For a girl-Maniac was sure being hard to talk to. Spot, the all manly hero-type he considered himself was not going to spark up a conversation with a weird younger girl. She was like a younger sister--but no, Maniac was too….odd to be anyone's younger sister. Or anyone's sister at all, or daughter for that matter.
She just plain wasn't normal. She liked to set things-and people-on fire. Usually girls were afraid of fire and needed Spot to protect them from the evil flames. Maniac would probably set Spot on fire if she had the chance. It didn't seem like Maniac would need a guy for anything, ever. It was weird that she had had a long serious relationship with Race. He had heard bad things about that. He sort of had a blatant disrespect for Race after that.
Sometimes when he talked to her it was hard to believe she was actually a girl. She had this easy way of listening that almost made you think she wasn't paying attention, but you knew she was. He had never asked her for girl advice before-somehow he knew she'd have even less idea about what he was talking about then she did. He'd never seen her hanging out with a girl before. He wondered if she had any friends. He wondered if she needed any friends.
She seemed to be the self-obeying type-the type who didn't care what anyone thought about her. She disrespected authority of every kind, and tried to talk to people as little as possible. She got into multiple fights every week, mostly because her smart mouth had left her brain in the dust. She usually won too.
She had sort of a haunting beauty though. It was there, but you just had to get through her image. Image meant everything to survive in Brooklyn. Brooklyn belonged to Brooklyn. Don't mess with Brooklyn. You mess with one of Brooklyn, you mess with all of Brooklyn and Brooklyn is not something to be mess with.
Spot's mind wandered back from Brooklyn to Maniac. They were crossing the Brooklyn Bridge and Spot gazed out over the water. The swirling blue-green-gray of the waters made his eyes seem as if they were, too, swirling and rushing past boats on the water. He gazed over at Maniac who was staring up at the sky the blue of it making her green eyes seem like the sky. For a flash he saw true beauty in her tough features. She was transformed for a split second before his eyes into something else. Something he never would have expected……then it was gone.
He stared at her intensely, for the first time ever really studying the 15-year-old he had always just taken for granted. She had a different beauty, one that no amount of bullshit would be able to take away from her--not that she'd ever put up with any bullshit at all. She had this hair-Spot had always been a hair man-that curved down her arched back and had a glint in it that was lighter then the rest of her hair. Her hair shimmered with mahogany but there were golden strands that highlighted it and shone in the sunlight. No hat topped her hair and it was freely swishing across her shoulders and back as she walked. There was a certain swish of confidence.
Next were her eyes. Spot was standing close enough to her to be able to study her eyes. They glistened in the sunlight and blue sky that floated above their head. He had seen her eyes before, and they had seemed like nothing special, just hazel. But now he was tints of blue intertwined with the ever present green. The green was jade green either, he had seen too many dishonest jade-eyed girls, he just didn't like it. They were pale, almost sea green that seemed to float. They'd get even lighter and almost look like a tan color when she was ecstatic and her eyes got so dark brown-almost black-when she got mad.
He looked at her face. She had perfectly arched eyebrows that shone with the same mahogany as her hair. Above the left one there was a small white scar that contrasted her tanned skin. Her skin was smooth and tanned. She had long dark eyelashes and round curved lips, although they were usually smirking or scowling.
Then there was her body. Spot made himself stop thinking before he started thinking about her body. Her had scoured every inch of her body with his eyes. There was a sinking feeling in heart and it felt like it had fell into his stomach. He tried to shake the feeling away, but it dwelled in the pit of his stomach and nothing he thought about could get it away.
~*~*~Manhattan~*~*~
Spot had pulled some strings and convinced Maniac not to set anything on fire, or start any fights. They were sitting in a booth with Jack, some girl named Chelci, with free food sitting in front of them.
Spot was suddenly and unnervingly aware of how close he was to Maniac. Her leg brushed against his, and whenever she threw her hair over her shoulder it almost hit him in the face.
She wasn't being her sarcastic hate-world-kill-all self. She had felt Spot staring at her on the way to Brooklyn. She had tried not to acknowledge his searching eyes. What had he been looking at her for? She knew that he would never consider looking at her like that. He considered her….an violent kid who he could boss around. But he was so hot. He wasn't being himself either, she wondered what his problem was.
Maniac pushed her food around her plate, not eating anything, and Spot quickly ate it. Jack and Chelci talked away, ignoring Spot and Maniac's unwillingness to talk.
As soon as Spot finished, he tried to get out of the uncomfortable situation that he had gotten himself and Maniac in. "Look guys, it was really great to be here--but we've really got to get back to Brooklyn. Leader duties," he smirked half-heartedly.
Jack frowned, "Why don't you guys stay for awhile! You just got here!"
Maniac scowled at him, "I have some previous engagements to take care of. We're leaving," she said coldly, and took Spot's arm and dragged him out. Normally Spot would have been pissed off that she was dragging him somewhere, but he was just paying attention to her fingers gripping his arm.
He shook the thoughts out of his head and pulled his arm free from Maniac's grasp. "What do you have to take care of in Brooklyn?" Spot asked.
Maniac smirked. "Nothing, I could tell you wanted to get out of there, but didn't want to be rude, so I did it for you."
Spot shook his head at her. They walked in silence for awhile. Maniac was wondering why she was feeling Spot's eyes on her so much. There had to be some logical explanation for it--she just couldn't think of one. Now, Maniac was not known for avoiding the subject, so she pounced on Spot, "Why are you staring at me?" she asked, whirling around to face him.
Spot was taken aback--girls usually weren't think blunt. He stumbled around for words, ums and uhs were the only thing he could think of. His jumbled brain couldn't produce anything useful. Just trust your instincts, Conlon. She was standing only a couple of inches away from him and he could feel his hormones taking over. "Dumbass Conlon," he whispered to himself before taking her in his arms and kissing her.
She couldn't-didn't want to-squirm away. But since when had Spot started thinking of her like this? It was weird. She had had no idea this was coming. Was this some weird fantasy of hers? She wanted someone to tell her if this was really happening.
It was all over as soon as it started. Spot was standing there, breathing hard, and staring at her. She was stunned, looking at him. He was better then she'd expected him to be. It was a weird, yet charming surprise. She figured after kissing all those girls it would sort of be reaction instead of ardor. Or whatever it was that made normal guys want to kiss girls. Not like she would know--her only relationship-Race-was all a blur of too much too fast with too little thought involved. It was all feeling and no contemplation.
All this was running through her head. Spot was only thinking one thing. Man that felt bizarre. He was used to kissing girls so he could have fun, because it was required--not because he wanted to. Now he wanted to kiss her again. So he did so. This time nothing went through her head. Then she remembered and pulled away.
Spot looked confused--what had he done wrong? He thought it over carefully and couldn't find anything. He chose his words cautiously. "What went wrong?"
"There was no thought. There was no talk. There was nothing but passion. You probably heard…" she trailed off.
Spot felt like smacking himself or kicking himself or something. Of course she wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. What an idio, you are Conlon. "I'm sorry."
"It's ok. I'll kiss you, as long as you promise it's nothing more then kissing. Not commitment," she said. He nodded. This was going to be hard.
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