Hello, welcome. I have a tale for you to hear; one of friendship, trust and
love, and hopefully from it you will learn that bottling up ones feelings
can cause more upset than need be.
My story begins in Chicago, in a lone garage, one sunny, and bright
morning...
The Martian sat glassy eyed watching the water pour out of the tap. Though
his attention was else where.
The day before his grey furred brother had been sorely reminded of his past
by that over-ripen, over ugly, excuse for life. Lawrence Limburger. Of
course after they'd blown up his tower Modo had let it get to him to the
point where he was holding back both anger and a tear. This had happened
several times since they had crashed on Earth to both Modo and Throttle,
though Modo being that bit more sensitive made it harder for the younger,
white furred brother, to cheer him up. He never let it get to him, joking
around, winding them up. The only care he had in the world seemed to be
where the next batch of fun was to be found.
Now these bouts of depression weren't a regular thing, they were few and
far between, and something specific had to trigger them off, except for
this one day. A day that should be seen through their eyes, as that way my
friend you may get a better feel for the story about to unfold...
Charlie:
I was the hostage to lure him into a trap. Me, I stupidly questioned it, but I knew the answer. Well I hoped I knew the answer. Both Modo and Throttle had their loved ones to lure them, so I assumed he did me. Whenever he shows any signs of even fancying me I take him down with some sort of a comment, or by flirtling with one of the other big lugs, just like yesterday after realising this, my automatic reaction was to flirt with Modo, or at gave him all my attention. I like to put it down to that I m trying to take down his ego or at least take it down a notch. If I m truthful its because I m defending myself from being hurt. I always have done when boys liked me and I liked them, I do it without thinking, not that many did as I was too much of a tom boy. When he put his life at risk and broke his arm, I blew him a kiss so as to embarrass him, because I know that Modo and Throttle would wind him up about it. But when I m on his bike behind him, I put my arms round him with out thinking, when he asked if Dahlia had a sister I automatically hit him. It's cause fancy him and know it but can't you admit it as I m in someways, scared and to proud too. This morning I ignored him as he flooded the bathroom, and all he'd done was throw a towel on top of it and then I assumed he was ignoring me when I had a go at him for it. But thinking about it he was just, standing there, and when I finished he wandered like a lost kid into his room. I only noticed when Throttle asked him what was wrong. That's when I too noticed his funny behaviour, funny even for Vinnie. Normally he loves to bathe as it means adoring himself but not today, I should have known then and also when he didn't try charming me back into a better mood to forgive him, I just didn't see it. I was too busy trying to be angry with him, trying to be tough.
Then at the ball game, I just assumed he would pick up as I believed he was just tired, but to tired to join in fun? To tired not to come up with lame excuses, as to why he was losing? It just wasn't right. Maybe I didn't want to see it. Up till now I have just been putting it off, that Vincent isn't always buzzing, full of excitement and fun as I'd always seen him, brave and tough not letting anything get in his way. Were not all perfect. Hence why I m constantly think ego when I look at him, other than love. So I decided as soon as the time was right I'd give him some attention, I mean I couldn't have a better excuse, as he appeared to need it. And I did too when he was injury in the game, but all it did was end up hurting me. I wanted to clean up the blood that was staining his moon white fur, but his mask was in the way. I only needed to push it slightly out of the way, but he pushed me out of the way. After all this time I'd have hoped he'd still not be so vain as to worry about me seeing what had happened to his face, to let me in. I just watched him in shock, I was just staring at him and as I came out of my thoughts I saw his glance. A glance that said painfully 'what do you care'. I thought 'That's it, it's me! that's why his so miserable, maybe my having a go, maybe the lack of attention, but why now? Its not like it's never happened before.' I went to look apologetically at Throttle for causing this trouble, but he had a look on his face like when a plan comes together, like when his figured out what Limburger's up to, and he had it whilst gazing intently at Vinnie. I thought that maybe he'd worked it out too, when Modo broke the awkward silence "I m hungry. Hey guys...oh and er you Charlie ma'am, why don't we get something to eat" I tore my gaze from Throttle to look at him, and nodded. We all headed towards their bikes in a choking atmosphere. I got on behind Vinnie and held on a little tighter than usual, but he didn't appear to notice, his bike seemed to be doing the driving for him, and whilst doing so I found myself saying in his ear: "Look Vinnie I m sorry, I didn't mean to upset you its just... I didn't mean to hurt you yesterday or this morning its just..." He broke to a halt in the middle of the road, and took of his helmet as he turned to face me, with a confused look on his face. "What are talking about Charlie girl?" Ahead Modo and Throttle had realised we'd stopped and where coming back...
Charlie:
I was the hostage to lure him into a trap. Me, I stupidly questioned it, but I knew the answer. Well I hoped I knew the answer. Both Modo and Throttle had their loved ones to lure them, so I assumed he did me. Whenever he shows any signs of even fancying me I take him down with some sort of a comment, or by flirtling with one of the other big lugs, just like yesterday after realising this, my automatic reaction was to flirt with Modo, or at gave him all my attention. I like to put it down to that I m trying to take down his ego or at least take it down a notch. If I m truthful its because I m defending myself from being hurt. I always have done when boys liked me and I liked them, I do it without thinking, not that many did as I was too much of a tom boy. When he put his life at risk and broke his arm, I blew him a kiss so as to embarrass him, because I know that Modo and Throttle would wind him up about it. But when I m on his bike behind him, I put my arms round him with out thinking, when he asked if Dahlia had a sister I automatically hit him. It's cause fancy him and know it but can't you admit it as I m in someways, scared and to proud too. This morning I ignored him as he flooded the bathroom, and all he'd done was throw a towel on top of it and then I assumed he was ignoring me when I had a go at him for it. But thinking about it he was just, standing there, and when I finished he wandered like a lost kid into his room. I only noticed when Throttle asked him what was wrong. That's when I too noticed his funny behaviour, funny even for Vinnie. Normally he loves to bathe as it means adoring himself but not today, I should have known then and also when he didn't try charming me back into a better mood to forgive him, I just didn't see it. I was too busy trying to be angry with him, trying to be tough.
Then at the ball game, I just assumed he would pick up as I believed he was just tired, but to tired to join in fun? To tired not to come up with lame excuses, as to why he was losing? It just wasn't right. Maybe I didn't want to see it. Up till now I have just been putting it off, that Vincent isn't always buzzing, full of excitement and fun as I'd always seen him, brave and tough not letting anything get in his way. Were not all perfect. Hence why I m constantly think ego when I look at him, other than love. So I decided as soon as the time was right I'd give him some attention, I mean I couldn't have a better excuse, as he appeared to need it. And I did too when he was injury in the game, but all it did was end up hurting me. I wanted to clean up the blood that was staining his moon white fur, but his mask was in the way. I only needed to push it slightly out of the way, but he pushed me out of the way. After all this time I'd have hoped he'd still not be so vain as to worry about me seeing what had happened to his face, to let me in. I just watched him in shock, I was just staring at him and as I came out of my thoughts I saw his glance. A glance that said painfully 'what do you care'. I thought 'That's it, it's me! that's why his so miserable, maybe my having a go, maybe the lack of attention, but why now? Its not like it's never happened before.' I went to look apologetically at Throttle for causing this trouble, but he had a look on his face like when a plan comes together, like when his figured out what Limburger's up to, and he had it whilst gazing intently at Vinnie. I thought that maybe he'd worked it out too, when Modo broke the awkward silence "I m hungry. Hey guys...oh and er you Charlie ma'am, why don't we get something to eat" I tore my gaze from Throttle to look at him, and nodded. We all headed towards their bikes in a choking atmosphere. I got on behind Vinnie and held on a little tighter than usual, but he didn't appear to notice, his bike seemed to be doing the driving for him, and whilst doing so I found myself saying in his ear: "Look Vinnie I m sorry, I didn't mean to upset you its just... I didn't mean to hurt you yesterday or this morning its just..." He broke to a halt in the middle of the road, and took of his helmet as he turned to face me, with a confused look on his face. "What are talking about Charlie girl?" Ahead Modo and Throttle had realised we'd stopped and where coming back...