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This is story number 45. When I reach 50 stories, I will start writing requested pairings again. Anyone who wants to make a request should do so by the end of July. One request per person. Please make sure you don't pick a pair that's already been done. These are the characters I'm allowing: Jason, Billy, Zack, Trini, Kim, Tommy, Adam, Rocky, Aisha, Kat, Tanya, Justin, Andros, Zhane, TJ, Carlos, Ashley, Cassie, Leo, Mike, Kendrix, Karone, Maya, Damon, Kai, Carter, Ryan, Dana, Kelsey, Chad, Joel, Wes, Alex, Eric, Katie, Jen, Lucas, Trip, Merrick, Cole, Alyssa, Taylor, Max, Danny, Shane, Tori, Hunter, Cam, Dustin, Blake, Trent, Conner, Kira, and Ethan.
Ok, I'll shut up now :)
I'm not sure what program Hunter got the kid in "Good Will Hunter" from, so I just guessed.
Hunter and Max
By
Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)
"Oh no, not again!" moaned Hunter who was standing just outside the bowling alley. His latest Big Brother client had just sped away on his motorbike. For some reason, he just wasn't having any luck with the kids they'd been assigning him to. He'd even received several letters warning him that if he didn't improve, he'd be kicked out of the program. Hunter groaned. It wasn't his fault Charlie had gotten overexcited after Hunter had shown him some karate techniques and beat up half the first grade. It wasn't his fault that the next kid he had been assigned to had stolen his morpher and terrorized the Mayor and her husband by posing as a mooning pint-sized Crimson Ranger every night for a week. And it definitely wasn't his fault that their were rumors about him and Cam floating all over the Internet.
Hunter briefly considered chasing the runaway boy. But he realized the futility of doing anything without the help of his powers. Darn Lothor anyway for destroying them. Besides, Hunter mentally shrugged, that had only been his spare motorbike. No big loss.
There was still one problem. The assistant director of the Big Brothers program was supposed to meet them at the bowling alley to observe him interacting with the boy. The man hadn't sounded too pleased with the location. But the little brat's parents kicked them out of the house and locked all the doors each time Hunter showed up. Hunter could have sworn he'd even heard the sounds of a cheering when they had left this morning.
Hunter pushed open the bowling alley doors and looked around. He had a plan. The assistant director probably had so many kids in the program that he wouldn't even notice if Hunter was working with a different one. Now, all he had to do was find a kid willing to pretend Hunter was his big brother.
Max sniffed deeply as he tied on his rental shoes. "Ah, nothing smells better than beer mixed with sweat and stale pretzels." Too bad the other guys didn't want to come. Danny had even said he'd rather spend the afternoon picking aphids off all the flowers in the shop. Max snorted, they were all just jealous because he always won. The fact that he had begged them to go bowling every afternoon for the past three months never even crossed his mind.
Max picked up the first ball and threw it down the lane. "Steeeee….riiiiike!" hollered Max. He began to dance around "Oh yes! I'm the man! It's my birthday! It's my birthday!" He picked up another bowling ball, aimed, and rolled it down the alley. "Steeeee….riiiiike! Whoohoo! I am the greatest ever!" Max completely ignored the glares of the other bowlers as he tap danced across several lanes. Then he threw a third ball. "STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…..RIIIIIIIIIIIIKE!!!!!!" he screeched. He picked up a bowling ball and spiked it in victory. "Whoopsie," Max said sheepishly when he noticed the alley owner standing over the new hole, grumbling and cursing. "Uh, just add it to my bill."
"Oh, there you are! I've been looking all over for you."
Max whirled around and stared at the taller man. "What the hell…"
"Just play along with me, Kid," mumbled Hunter out of the side of his mouth. He then turned to the owner who was staring at him suspiciously. "Hehe, you know how kids are. You just can't leave them alone for a minute."
Max blinked at that. "Hey, I'm not a…oh uh, I mean, sorry, Dad. It'll never happen again." He bowed his head in mock shame. "Oh, by the way, this nice man has a bill for you."
"Thanks," growled Hunter through his teeth as the man handed him the bill and headed back to the counter. Well, it can't be all that bad, he thought. After all how much could a kid like this owe for…. "Seven thousand five hundred and twenty one dollars?!" shouted Hunter, completely forgetting about the damage Max had done just two minutes ago. "What the hell do you do? Use golden bowling balls?"
"Hey, I don't know who you are. But thanks for footing my bill." Max picked up another ball. "Now, if you don't mind. I'm trying for my one hundredth perfect game in a row."
"Wait a second, Kid," said Hunter quickly and desperately. "I really need a little brother. Just for an hour or so."
"What the hell are you bugging me about? Get out of my way, you nutcase."
Hunter fell to his knees. "Please, Kid!" he whined. "If my supervisor doesn't see me working as a 'big brother,' I'll get tossed out of the program. I'll even buy you a nice big sundae."
"Don't call me, Kid. I'm not a kid. Sheesh, just because I'm a little short….did you say a large sundae?" Max was suddenly excited. "Oh boy, uh…"
"Hunter," whispered Hunter.
"Mr. Hunter, can I get a chocolate chip praline mocha strawberry pineapple peanut butter sundae? I promise I'll be real good." Max smiled as he imagined tasting he very favorite sundae flavor.
Hunter paled at the thought of this combination. "Oh, sure. Right after this game."
"Great, now get out of my way." Max stepped back and began to aim his ball.
"Whoa there, Kid." Hunter grabbed the heavy ball out of Max's hands. "That ball is way too heavy for you. As your 'big brother' it is my duty to make sure you are safe." He snuck a look around in case his supervisor had already arrived and was secretly observing him. "Here, use this ball."
Max glared at the pink ball. "What the hell are you doing? And don't call me, Kid, you %#$#"
Hunter clamped his hand on Max's mouth. "Watch your language. Oh, what would your mother say if she heard such filth? As your big brother, I will work hard to make you into a young gentleman." Was that his supervisor sitting in the corner there? "I will…YEEEEEOOOOUCCCHHH!!!!!!" Hunter danced around, shaking his newly bitten hand and cursing.
"Oh, how could I ever learn to stop cursing when you keep giving me nice new words to imitate?" asked Max in an innocent tone. He then grabbed a normal bowling ball and rolled it down the lane. "Steeeeeee….riiiiike!" he shouted. He began to jump around, but stopped when he spotted the owner glaring at him and breathing heavily.
"How wonderful," gushed Hunter as he patted Max on the head. "My strong little man got a strikey all by himself. What a good boy. What a good little kid."
Max groaned as he brushed Hunter's hand off his head. "Look," he mumbled, "I'll play along. But don't call me kid. I really, really, really hate that." He picked up another bowling ball and rolled another strike. "All right! Just one more and I'll have bowled one hundred perfect games! I will be the best bowler ever and those jerks will respect me. No more comments about my height. No more comments about me being 'immature.' And best of all, no more annoying 'kid' cracks!"
Hunter ignored this as he finally spotted the program's assistant director. Time for the big guns, he thought. "Oh, now who's been picking on you?" he asked as he resumed patting Max on the head. "Of course you're the best little bowler ever. What a wonderful darling little kid you are."
Max's face turned a crimson shade of red that was deeper than Hunter's Ranger uniform. He began to shake in anger. "That does it! I AM NOT A KID! I AM A GROWN MAN! I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE BUT IF YOU ARE IRRESPONSIBLE ENOUGH TO LOSE WHOEVER YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE TAKING CARE OF IT'S NOT MY PROBLEM! AND YOU MUST REALLY BE A SICKO TRYING TO OFFER CHILDREN ICE CREAM JUST TO PLAY WITH YOU!"
Hunter paled at this. "But…" He paled even further when his observer handed him a note and then headed out the door. He glanced at it. "I'm out of the program? Nooo!!!" He ran out of the building after the other man.
"Finally," mumbled Max. "Now, I can just roll this last ball and have my hundredth game in a row." He smiled as he dreamed of all the fame he'd get for this. He'd probably get a nice large wad of money as a reward. He'd get to make a lot of television appearances. And, best of all, he'd finally find a girl actually willing to date him rather than laugh at him. Max shook off the thoughts as he aimed his final ball. He swung his arm back and then forward…
Hunter's voice suddenly exploded through an open window. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M UNDER ARREST? HE'S THE ONE WHO STOLE MY BIKE! YOU'RE PAYING ME FOR REPAIRS TO THIS THING YOU %$&# BRAT! WHAT DO YOU MEAN CHILD ENDANGERMENT? YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! I'M THE CRIMSON NIN…" the voice faded away as Hunter was driven away in the back of a police car.
Needless to say, the ball did not roll straight. "Awe, crap," cried Max as the ball missed one of the pins. He glared angrily at the standing pin. Then he shrugged. "Oh well, I guess I'll just have to play another hundred games." He whistled cheerily as he picked up another ball.