"I can not believe you actual came," Nikki said rolling her eyes as she opened the sliding glass door that led from her kitchen to her backyard.
"Oh, come on! Its so cute!" I replied as we stepped out on her patio. I squinted as I looked over the sea of hyperactive five year olds, trying to find my little chums. I quickly spotted Jeremy from his red high-heeled shoes. He looked up and saw me waving. He tugged on his brother's sleeve, pointing at me. Bret tore his gaze away from his pile of presents and looked to me.
"SHES HERE!! I told you guys she'd come!!!" Suddenly I was swarmed by the crowd of waist high mini people.
"YOU told us a superhero was coming," A small boy with red hair and freckles said accusingly to Bret.
"She is!!"
"No she's not. She's a girl."
I bent down to the small redheaded child and stared directly into his muddy green eyes, "No, your right. I'm not a superhero. I'm a supperheroin."
"That's not a good as a real superhero." I looked to Nikki and made a fist as though suggesting we knock this little boy out. She nodded, and then changed her mind. She leaned in close to me and whispered a top-secret message in my ear. I nodded, knocking my head into hers.
"So, who wants a flying piggy back ride?"
I was immediately devoured by the crowd of children, tugging on me, begging for a turn.
"Ok, ok. But girls first. Then boys."
"Why?"
Because girls are better then boys. The entire male species should be forced to live in doghouses outside and eat canned yams for breakfast lunch and dinner. Also, girls on average smell better than little boys."
I selected my fist child; a girl with long blond hair and fair skinned who was wearing a blue party jumper with white stockings. She jumped on my back and wrapped her surprisingly strong arms around my throat, making it increasingly harder to breath.
But who really needs to breath right? I glided a few feet in the air, floating above grass at a tremendously slow speed. She shrieked and strangled me even more.
"Higher! Higher!"
"How. About. Not." I gasped out from what little breath I had. Oh well, its just oxygen depravation. I'm sure it won't damage my brain to much, in five minuets I'm sure I'll still remember my name. Maybe.
I never went any higher than seven feet in the air, and that was only to give the cheeky little redhead boy a scare. But the children loved it; I still have the heel marks in my side from Jeremy's stylish shoes. I actually like them. Maybe he'll let me borrow them sometime.
Finally Nikki's mom saved me from oxygen depravation brain damage by bringing out an enormous cake in the shape of football and started rounding up the children to sing happy birthday. Nikki and I took this opportunity to sneak out through the back gate to the front of her house.
"So, how is it to fly?" She asked me, not bothering to keep the note of jealousy from her voice.
"Oh it so fucking incredible. It's like... absolute freedom. You can go wherever you want, and it doesn't take up energy so it's not tiring. Its like... imagine everything from a birds point of view. Looking down on buildings instead of up at them. And now imagine flying over a neighborhood, each little house neatly organized into its street. Its just amazing."
We sat down in her front lawn, the grass lush and green from frequent watering.
"You are so incredibly lucky. I'd give anything to get that rush."
"Wanna?"
"Are you serious?"
"Promise not to strangle me?"
"Oh, no.. no. That's ok. I don't really know-"
"Come on!" I jumped to my feet, dragging her with me.
"It will be fun! Once you get into the air, you'll never want to come down!"
"That's what I'm afraid of." I was about to give a surprised response when I heard-
"Chere."
I froze and my heart skipped a beat. I knew that voice. I hated that voice. I turned around and saw Ice leaning cooling against the rough trunk of a tree on Nikki's neighbor's lawn, calmly smoking a cigarette.
"Nikki, leave."
"But-"
"Leave! Go; get your brothers and their friends inside. I don't want them in the crossfire."
She backed up slowly, not taking her wide eyes off of us, then ran to her backyard, yelling for the kids to come inside. I stood unmoving, staring at Ice, waiting for him to speak, but he didn't.
He gazed back at me, taking long deep drags of his cigarette. I looked to Nikki's house and saw twelve little sets of eyes staring at us through the front window.
Finally, Ice sighed and flicked his cigarette way, crushing it out with the tip of his shoes. His long strides suddenly put him in fount of me.
"Ice not very happy wid'y," He reached out to touch my face but I swatted his hand away. He lowered his eyes and smiled sadly.
"Y' used t' let Icy touch y' a few months ago," He commented softly.
"That was back when I was stupid, confused and retarted." I said, holding my ground.
"Oh really?" He leaned in closer to me. "Ice been hearing rumors, chere. Rumors dat y' b' dating dat green boy. But dat b' wrong, non?"
"The rumors are true," I said coolly, not breaking my eye contact with him. Ices body went ridged.
"So, y' b' just a tease den non? Teasing poor Ice. Tell Ice chere, is green a good fuck?"
"That's none of your business French fry."
"Tell me!" He cried, getting angry, "Did y' sleep in his bed last night? Did y' fuck him?" He sent a blast of ice that narrowly missed my ear. I jumped back and got into a fighting pose.
"Answer me!" A steam of ice met a blast of fire, both destroying each other in mid air.
"No!" I summer salted away from Ices furious attacks.
"Did he touch y'?" Vines sprouted from the ground to bind him down, but his ice froze them and snapped them. I heard a scream from inside the house.
"Ice wants answer." He suddenly became very still and calm, "Did dat little green moter fucker get t' do all de tings Ice should have been able t' do?"
My lips were set into a firm line. I refuse to answer him, even though I had never slept or done anything sexual with Beastboy, I refused to give into Ice. He must have taken my silence for a yes because he went fucking ballistic.
Unleashing his powers all over the street, not aiming for anything unparticular. Trees cracked and split due to the weight of the ice and the once lush lawn was now us frozen blades of grass, the ice forming a tip at the top of the blade so it was more of a sea of needles. Ice swore in French and kicked the frozen tree, which shattered.
I know that's kinda hard to imaging but it did. Shattered just like glass. I pushed Ice out of the way of the falling shards, just as he had done for me in our little frozen grocery store adventure. He gave me a weird look I couldn't quiet read, and then decided he wasn't done freezing stuff.
He froze an entire car was about to do a number on a street lamp when I decided that I was tired of his hissy fit.
"Ice! Stop!" He turned to look at me.
"Dis isn't over chere. Not by a long shot. Dis isn't..." Then he stalked off and was gone. Should I follow him? No, I had bigger problems. I looked to the house where the kids and Nikki had been watching.
Nikki wrenched open the front door and dashed to where I was standing, skidding on the icy pavement.
"Naomi!! Are you ok? I was so freaking scared!!"
"Yeah... sure..."
My relationship with Ice is defiantly strange. Looking back, I suppose you could say I...well...liked him. But it was only a "little thing", but not anymore. Completely over. 100% over. Complete hate and revolution.
Yeah....
Riiiiing!
Riiiiing!
I put down my bowl of macaroni and cheese to check the caller ID on our phone. Goddamn! This person has called four times in the last day! Always looking for Cyborg.
Bet she's a crazed fan girl he can't get rid of. I smiled evilly as I swallowed my last bit of macaroni. Don't worry Cy; I'll help you get rid of this one.
Riiiing! I picked up the phone.
"Hello? Katie's whorehouse. We put the F U in fun." I said as a person who ran a business would answer the phone.
"Umm... yeah. Hi. Is Cyborg there?"
"Hmmm, let me check." I leaned my head away from the phone and mock called for my not so little robot friend.
"Ohh, I'm sorry. He's occupied with one of my sexual satisfaction employees. You might not want to interrupt them."
"Yo, did I hear my name?" Cyborg poking his head into the kitchen looking at me weirdly. He saw my guilty expression and rushed over and looked at the caller ID and a look of absolute horror crossed his face.
"Oh god! Naomi! Give me the phone!"
"Isn't that Cyborg?" The voice on the other line asked confusedly.
"No, I mean yes! I mean..." Cyborg snatched the phone away.
"Hello? Yes....no... no! I swear that was just one of my friends being....no!"
I grinned; his little fan girl must have her knickers in a knot, thinking Cyborgs getting laid by someone other than her. Then and idea popped into my fantastically complex brain. I decided to milk this amusement as long as I could.
"Ohhhhhhhh Cyborg!" I moaned loudly, "Ohhhhhhh Cybaby! Fuck me HARDER!!" Cyborg shook his head furiously, his eyes wide in horror but I snatched the phone away and ran with it.
"Naomi! You don't understand!" Cyborg called. But ignored him and continued to pant heavily into the phone as if Cyborg and I were having sex right then and there.
"Ohhhhhh myyyyyy goooood! Cy! You please me in ways you cant imagine! Your just so big!" Cyborg chased me into the living room where Robin and Beastboy were eating veggie burritos and betting on who would throw up first. I dashed in front of them and pretended to have an orgasm over the phone.
"Oh my fucking GOD!!! Ohhhhhh-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHH!!" Since I was done with my climax, I calmly handed the phone back to Cyborg, wanting to see how his fan girl would freak.
"I'll call you back! Bye!" He slammed down the phone and sank down of the red sofa, burring his face in his hands.
"Naomi? Do you have any idea who that was?"
"A fan girl?"
"No, that was my mom."
"Oh... Oppie."
StArRy- Naomi you bad girl!! I've wanted to work that joke in since I stared writing the series, I thought it was too funny.
And yes brassbannana I am the same writer of all the Naomi stories. I love your name!
I love the twins! But its really sad because Jeremy is a really messed up child from when... oh wait. I won't give it away but it's sad.
Ice has gone ballistic, what else is new. Sorry for the shortness of this chapter.
Please Review!! Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please (Breath) Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please!!!!
"Oh, come on! Its so cute!" I replied as we stepped out on her patio. I squinted as I looked over the sea of hyperactive five year olds, trying to find my little chums. I quickly spotted Jeremy from his red high-heeled shoes. He looked up and saw me waving. He tugged on his brother's sleeve, pointing at me. Bret tore his gaze away from his pile of presents and looked to me.
"SHES HERE!! I told you guys she'd come!!!" Suddenly I was swarmed by the crowd of waist high mini people.
"YOU told us a superhero was coming," A small boy with red hair and freckles said accusingly to Bret.
"She is!!"
"No she's not. She's a girl."
I bent down to the small redheaded child and stared directly into his muddy green eyes, "No, your right. I'm not a superhero. I'm a supperheroin."
"That's not a good as a real superhero." I looked to Nikki and made a fist as though suggesting we knock this little boy out. She nodded, and then changed her mind. She leaned in close to me and whispered a top-secret message in my ear. I nodded, knocking my head into hers.
"So, who wants a flying piggy back ride?"
I was immediately devoured by the crowd of children, tugging on me, begging for a turn.
"Ok, ok. But girls first. Then boys."
"Why?"
Because girls are better then boys. The entire male species should be forced to live in doghouses outside and eat canned yams for breakfast lunch and dinner. Also, girls on average smell better than little boys."
I selected my fist child; a girl with long blond hair and fair skinned who was wearing a blue party jumper with white stockings. She jumped on my back and wrapped her surprisingly strong arms around my throat, making it increasingly harder to breath.
But who really needs to breath right? I glided a few feet in the air, floating above grass at a tremendously slow speed. She shrieked and strangled me even more.
"Higher! Higher!"
"How. About. Not." I gasped out from what little breath I had. Oh well, its just oxygen depravation. I'm sure it won't damage my brain to much, in five minuets I'm sure I'll still remember my name. Maybe.
I never went any higher than seven feet in the air, and that was only to give the cheeky little redhead boy a scare. But the children loved it; I still have the heel marks in my side from Jeremy's stylish shoes. I actually like them. Maybe he'll let me borrow them sometime.
Finally Nikki's mom saved me from oxygen depravation brain damage by bringing out an enormous cake in the shape of football and started rounding up the children to sing happy birthday. Nikki and I took this opportunity to sneak out through the back gate to the front of her house.
"So, how is it to fly?" She asked me, not bothering to keep the note of jealousy from her voice.
"Oh it so fucking incredible. It's like... absolute freedom. You can go wherever you want, and it doesn't take up energy so it's not tiring. Its like... imagine everything from a birds point of view. Looking down on buildings instead of up at them. And now imagine flying over a neighborhood, each little house neatly organized into its street. Its just amazing."
We sat down in her front lawn, the grass lush and green from frequent watering.
"You are so incredibly lucky. I'd give anything to get that rush."
"Wanna?"
"Are you serious?"
"Promise not to strangle me?"
"Oh, no.. no. That's ok. I don't really know-"
"Come on!" I jumped to my feet, dragging her with me.
"It will be fun! Once you get into the air, you'll never want to come down!"
"That's what I'm afraid of." I was about to give a surprised response when I heard-
"Chere."
I froze and my heart skipped a beat. I knew that voice. I hated that voice. I turned around and saw Ice leaning cooling against the rough trunk of a tree on Nikki's neighbor's lawn, calmly smoking a cigarette.
"Nikki, leave."
"But-"
"Leave! Go; get your brothers and their friends inside. I don't want them in the crossfire."
She backed up slowly, not taking her wide eyes off of us, then ran to her backyard, yelling for the kids to come inside. I stood unmoving, staring at Ice, waiting for him to speak, but he didn't.
He gazed back at me, taking long deep drags of his cigarette. I looked to Nikki's house and saw twelve little sets of eyes staring at us through the front window.
Finally, Ice sighed and flicked his cigarette way, crushing it out with the tip of his shoes. His long strides suddenly put him in fount of me.
"Ice not very happy wid'y," He reached out to touch my face but I swatted his hand away. He lowered his eyes and smiled sadly.
"Y' used t' let Icy touch y' a few months ago," He commented softly.
"That was back when I was stupid, confused and retarted." I said, holding my ground.
"Oh really?" He leaned in closer to me. "Ice been hearing rumors, chere. Rumors dat y' b' dating dat green boy. But dat b' wrong, non?"
"The rumors are true," I said coolly, not breaking my eye contact with him. Ices body went ridged.
"So, y' b' just a tease den non? Teasing poor Ice. Tell Ice chere, is green a good fuck?"
"That's none of your business French fry."
"Tell me!" He cried, getting angry, "Did y' sleep in his bed last night? Did y' fuck him?" He sent a blast of ice that narrowly missed my ear. I jumped back and got into a fighting pose.
"Answer me!" A steam of ice met a blast of fire, both destroying each other in mid air.
"No!" I summer salted away from Ices furious attacks.
"Did he touch y'?" Vines sprouted from the ground to bind him down, but his ice froze them and snapped them. I heard a scream from inside the house.
"Ice wants answer." He suddenly became very still and calm, "Did dat little green moter fucker get t' do all de tings Ice should have been able t' do?"
My lips were set into a firm line. I refuse to answer him, even though I had never slept or done anything sexual with Beastboy, I refused to give into Ice. He must have taken my silence for a yes because he went fucking ballistic.
Unleashing his powers all over the street, not aiming for anything unparticular. Trees cracked and split due to the weight of the ice and the once lush lawn was now us frozen blades of grass, the ice forming a tip at the top of the blade so it was more of a sea of needles. Ice swore in French and kicked the frozen tree, which shattered.
I know that's kinda hard to imaging but it did. Shattered just like glass. I pushed Ice out of the way of the falling shards, just as he had done for me in our little frozen grocery store adventure. He gave me a weird look I couldn't quiet read, and then decided he wasn't done freezing stuff.
He froze an entire car was about to do a number on a street lamp when I decided that I was tired of his hissy fit.
"Ice! Stop!" He turned to look at me.
"Dis isn't over chere. Not by a long shot. Dis isn't..." Then he stalked off and was gone. Should I follow him? No, I had bigger problems. I looked to the house where the kids and Nikki had been watching.
Nikki wrenched open the front door and dashed to where I was standing, skidding on the icy pavement.
"Naomi!! Are you ok? I was so freaking scared!!"
"Yeah... sure..."
My relationship with Ice is defiantly strange. Looking back, I suppose you could say I...well...liked him. But it was only a "little thing", but not anymore. Completely over. 100% over. Complete hate and revolution.
Yeah....
Riiiiing!
Riiiiing!
I put down my bowl of macaroni and cheese to check the caller ID on our phone. Goddamn! This person has called four times in the last day! Always looking for Cyborg.
Bet she's a crazed fan girl he can't get rid of. I smiled evilly as I swallowed my last bit of macaroni. Don't worry Cy; I'll help you get rid of this one.
Riiiing! I picked up the phone.
"Hello? Katie's whorehouse. We put the F U in fun." I said as a person who ran a business would answer the phone.
"Umm... yeah. Hi. Is Cyborg there?"
"Hmmm, let me check." I leaned my head away from the phone and mock called for my not so little robot friend.
"Ohh, I'm sorry. He's occupied with one of my sexual satisfaction employees. You might not want to interrupt them."
"Yo, did I hear my name?" Cyborg poking his head into the kitchen looking at me weirdly. He saw my guilty expression and rushed over and looked at the caller ID and a look of absolute horror crossed his face.
"Oh god! Naomi! Give me the phone!"
"Isn't that Cyborg?" The voice on the other line asked confusedly.
"No, I mean yes! I mean..." Cyborg snatched the phone away.
"Hello? Yes....no... no! I swear that was just one of my friends being....no!"
I grinned; his little fan girl must have her knickers in a knot, thinking Cyborgs getting laid by someone other than her. Then and idea popped into my fantastically complex brain. I decided to milk this amusement as long as I could.
"Ohhhhhhhh Cyborg!" I moaned loudly, "Ohhhhhhh Cybaby! Fuck me HARDER!!" Cyborg shook his head furiously, his eyes wide in horror but I snatched the phone away and ran with it.
"Naomi! You don't understand!" Cyborg called. But ignored him and continued to pant heavily into the phone as if Cyborg and I were having sex right then and there.
"Ohhhhhh myyyyyy goooood! Cy! You please me in ways you cant imagine! Your just so big!" Cyborg chased me into the living room where Robin and Beastboy were eating veggie burritos and betting on who would throw up first. I dashed in front of them and pretended to have an orgasm over the phone.
"Oh my fucking GOD!!! Ohhhhhh-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHH!!" Since I was done with my climax, I calmly handed the phone back to Cyborg, wanting to see how his fan girl would freak.
"I'll call you back! Bye!" He slammed down the phone and sank down of the red sofa, burring his face in his hands.
"Naomi? Do you have any idea who that was?"
"A fan girl?"
"No, that was my mom."
"Oh... Oppie."
StArRy- Naomi you bad girl!! I've wanted to work that joke in since I stared writing the series, I thought it was too funny.
And yes brassbannana I am the same writer of all the Naomi stories. I love your name!
I love the twins! But its really sad because Jeremy is a really messed up child from when... oh wait. I won't give it away but it's sad.
Ice has gone ballistic, what else is new. Sorry for the shortness of this chapter.
Please Review!! Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please (Breath) Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please!!!!
