Okay Maria thought starring at his bike, gripping the black handled steel coated knife in her hand, she could do this.
She could ruin the paintwork, she could make sure he never stood her up for a date again, she could….
Screw it she thought, she could never ruin the baby, his pride and joy, she loved it too much. Even if he had never let her ride it on her own before.
Dropping the knife, she ran her hand lovingly over the paintwork, the paintwork she had suggested, and the artwork he had agreed to get, just to keep her happy.
She turned around checking that no one was watching and when she found no eyes on her, swung her legs over the bike, gripping it with her thighs and she righted it.
How she would love to try this out, rubbing the engine imagining the sound from it.
Her other hand gripping the handle bar, caressing it, and then she realised two things.
One there was someone screaming a manic scream a few streets away, and two the bike seemed to be starting even without keys, as if it was a sign from above that she should go and take a trip with it.
And she was one never to disobey the signs.
Gripping the handle bars with her hands, she kicked back the stand with her right foot, and smiling up at the sky, she yet out a yell of pure joy, throwing back her hair, as she took off, tyres burning rubber from her quick take off, her hair blowing elegantly behind her, her skirt riding higher on her thighs then when she had started.
As she swung by a guy standing on the corner of the road, she caught a glimpse of his incredulous expression, and realised belatedly that maybe wearing this short of skirt to go out for a spin was a bad idea.
As if she had wished for something magical to happen her black skirt transformed easily into a pair of tight black hot pants.
Much better she thought as the wind stopped blowing up her underwear, not realising her clothing had changed, merely thinking that the skirt had found a better position to lie.
Switching gears and speeding up even more, now that she was no longer worried about where her skirt was going to go, enjoying the wind on her skin, the feeling of freedom that enveloped her, the goose pimples on her skin, a welcome change from the heat.
The tattoo all but disappearing in the night welcoming shadow, knowing thanks to the darkness of the club that no one had seen her tattoo or Liz's thanks to the wonder of long hair…
It was the bomb, and yet as a strand of it found its' across her lips, it was also a pain in situations like this.
Micheal felt his jaw hit the street floor as his beloved bike roared past him, Maria on the back of it, apparently controlling it.
His bike though, his precious….
The skirt raised past her hips, lying high on her legs, showing off all the tanned skin….
Wait a minute when did his mind go off the bike to who was riding it, his subconscious answered back instantly, when you saw the skirt heading north you idiot.
As something entered his mouth, he swallowed automatically and started to cough as he realised a fly had gone down his throat.
This had never happened before, he thought, but then when had he ever seen Maria in such a short skirt?
Wait a minute, whom was she trying to impress? His over zealous imagination asked.
He headed to his apartment waiting for her to return, not knowing what else to do, since Max had more then likely taken Liz somewhere.
Less then ten minutes later, he heard the roar of his motorbike. Praying that she was still on it, and heading back this way, he stood up to see if he could see any better.
Maria flew into the parking lot of Michaels apartment block, and switching of the engine, swung the stand down and got off it, reaching down and placing a reverent kiss on the handlebars.
She didn't have much experience with bikes, well none at all really her subconscious shouted, but she knew that this bike was one of the best rides she had ever had, well ever.
Someone coughed behind her and she swung around in an unconsciously graceful movement that somehow hinted at an old fighters stance.
When she caught sight of who was behind her she squealed in joy, running towards him and jumping on him winging her legs high around his waist, her arms wrapping around his neck in a welcoming gesture.
Kissing up on his lips in her excitement, she laughed into the night sky, not realising she was being carried upstairs into his apartment.
She talked all the way, "Oooh my god, that was like the best thing ever…. I can't believe you never let me… I can now understand why you stood me up on so many times…."
She paused when she was gently put down inside his apartment.
Looking at Micheal who was leaning back against the door as if he was trying to hold something out, she wondered what the hell he was doing.
Looking up into his face she spotted the tell tale vein starting to pop on his forehead, and mentally tuned out as a barrage of shouting descended on her ears.
"How the hell you could do something so…."
Waving his arms in the air, she tuned in just to hear "How could you do something like this to me…."
When he started to pace, she bit her cheeks to stop from laughing, she couldn't help but compare him to a windmill…
When the laughter got too much, she knew she had to do something to distract him or else she would start laughing to loud and he'd spend longer yelling at her wasting his time, when they could be doing something worthwhile…
Worthwhile… worthwhile? What was a worthwhile pastime?
Her mind instantly came up with something; only to dismiss it as she watched him pace around, something more drastic was required.
Clicking her fingers out loud, she realised she had his attention when he just stopped and starred at her, an incredulous expression on his face as if he couldn't understand why she would interrupt his yelling time…
Okay she had one of two options, one she could bullshit her way out of it and try and turn his back on him, but that required to much energy and looking at him now in his black jeans and black wife beater tank top that more then showed of to perfection his impressive physique, there was only thing she wished to do…and it wasn't talk.
Running at him, she jumped on him with enough force to propel him back against the wall, were she preceded to ravage his mouth, with no objections from him; in fact it seemed that he had totally forgotten what he was talking about.
Using his large hands, he lifted her into a more comfortable position, kneading her thighs as she leaned against him, totally trusting him to keep her upright.
Minutes later she found her self underneath him on the couch when she felt a vibrating thing near her right hip, and she knew for a fact it wasn't Micheal.
Pushing him away, but not far enough that he would need to get of her, after all she was in a comfortable position, she took the phone out of her pocket and answered it in monosyllables, clearly portraying to anyone who was ringing her that she was not a happy camper because of the interruption.
While she talked on the phone, Micheal had to wonder when the hell she had changed from the shorts she had been wearing on the bike, and then had a brain burp, maybe it hadn't been shorts, maybe it had been a skirt, to tell the truth they all looked the same to him, they showed off her legs and then he kind of lost his concentration for a while.
Resting on his hands, he gazed down at her as she talked, talking in al of her features, her eyes, the new colour, the sprinkling of gold around her forehead, her different hair..
Wait gold? When did Maria wear gold on her face, she always made sure to make sarcastic comments on anyone who wore anything glittery on there skin, eyes she could understand but that was as far as it went.
What scared him more was that he could now actually have a conversation with a girl about the do's and don't of make-up all thanks to Maria, something he wasn't proud to admit to anyone, hence why Max knew nothing about it.
Or anyone else for that matter, and that was the way it was going to stay if he had any say in the matter.
He broke out of his slightly scary thoughts at the snap of her phone, and watched as her happy face turned to a grimace of regret, pushing him off her.
Leaning in she kissed him lightly on the lips, holding back the longing to just sink back into him, instead concentrating on the pain her nails were causing her as the dug into her palm to stop her treacherous body from jumping his and having her naughty way with him.
Luckily, or unluckily some might say, none of these thoughts transferred to her face, or the longing transferred to her voice as she spoke, almost apologetically, apologising to him or herself for the interruption, she would never be able to tell.
"That's was Alex, I was supposed to meet him after the gig for a band meeting about an.." swinging her arm around she squinted at her watch, and then grimaced in amusement. "About two hours ago." Shaking her head in amazement, she laughed "Time really does fly when you having fun" exciting his apartment before Micheal even had to time to evaluate his thoughts and put words to them.
Not that his mind had that much to vocalise in the first place, but still it would have been nice to have been given the chance.
Suddenly a tearing pain on her right side had her clutching it in agony, her face wreathed in the misery it had brought, the shocked gasp escaping past her startled mouth, and just as suddenly it was over, Maria none the wiser as to what had happened.
She only knew it had been bad and that it wasn't something she wanted to experience any time soon.
Liz felt herself floating in the air, but was not afraid, Her body used to the feeling, but her mind slightly apprehensive, no longer in charge of its functions or what it would allow to happen in this strangely barren and remote area.
Well she should amend that thought, she pondered as the barren area suddenly turned into a ballroom.
Like a picture slide show, she followed the people in it, finding remarkable similarities to many of the people she now knew, but well alien like. She had had this dream before, after she had found out about Max, were she had dreamt everyone was an alien.
It had been an illuminating experience: but this, this was different.
This seemed real, more real then anything she had ever experience before. She could feel ever emotion that crossed the still life, soundless pictures that she watched.
Watching their lips carefully, she tried to read them, finding much success in the act.
Slide after slide followed, until she felt her brain would explode with information over load.
Only when she was on the point of breaking did it stop, only when she felt the tear slide down her face as she realised the suffering that had taken place did she take in the full significance of the place she was in.
Even thought Max and Micheal were in some of the slides, they weren't in all of them, so they weren't their memories she was experiencing, which led to the question, if they weren't there's, then they must be hers?
But if that was the case then there were so many more questions that had to be answered and no one around to give her answers.
So much pain, she thought, and found herself wishing that the others in this vision had found the happiness they disserved.
But doubted it for some reason.
Blinking her eyes, to try and get rid of the tears that blocked her vision, she found herself in front of Alex's apartment.
Reaching for the door handle, she didn't even think to acknowledge the presence that was standing in the shadows, to busy thinking of ways to break what she thought was happening to the group and pushed the door open, to an apartment in mayhem.
Plates, rugs, jugs, clocks, even chairs floated through the air, followed closely by books doing there best to imitate birds and in the middle of it all, Maria and Alex could be seen to be having a starring match, obviously trying to stare the other down, proving they were right, neither willing to give in.
Her voice boomed through the room, "Just what the hell is going on here?" and immediately it would seem to the occupants of the room, everything stopped its movement and went back to its rightful place or as close to it as possible without crashing into something else.
Pointing her finger to Maria she waited for an explanation, but surprisingly it came from a totally different source.
"Actually it was me," Alex spoke sheepishly, "I told Isabel there was something going on with us and invited her to this meeting."
Liz just grimaced then demanded from him "Do you know what's going on?"
Alex and Maria just shrugged their shoulders.
Liz unknowingly spoke for all of them when she said, "So who the hell are we supposed to find out from?"
A voice suddenly echoed from the shadows, its Purple skin glinting in the dim shadow of the light in the room.
"I believe I can help with that."
Shock echoed through the room, as well as amused disbelief, and strange acceptance that this was how people looked.
Isabel was the only one to express shock, coming back from the kitchen with some drinks, and missing the joy of the floating furniture.
She dropped the tray with a loud bang, the glasses smashing to smithereens on the ground, their small fragments scattering through the room, the liquid seeping into the ground.
Her gasp, small and choked, heard by all.
"Kyle?"
Dun dun dun….
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