Mako's Message: So, here we go again. I think you all will like this chapter. It's got…stuff…that…you like...
Well, here's something interesting for you all. The first chapter took place in early September. We're still in November. (Dear god. Talk about time compression) After talking to someone about the story, and what I planned to do with it, he said, "You realize you're looking at 100+ chapters right?" So you all wont be short on reading material any time soon.
So I got a pleasant surprise this morning; Dave calling me at the crack of dawn. Okay, it wasn't pleasant at first, but I got over it.
He called because he saw I'd gotten rid of my crutches and wanted to know if I wanted to go train.
Yeah, Dave asks stupid questions sometimes.
The reason he called so early was that his dad needed the car in the afternoon, so if we wanted to really do anything we'd need to get an early start.
I left a note for Marcus. He wasn't pleased. Mostly with me just leaving the note. The man needs his sleep though. He probably wouldn't have even registered what I was asking if I tried to.
After the last time I wanted to make sure that we didn't bruise each other in noticeable places, so I took some of the suitcase money so we could get some pad's and such.
Dave asked how I'd hidden the money away from Marcus. I told him, "It's a secret," and in response to his raised eyebrow I added, "Yes, even from you."
He laughed and said, "Fine, don't tell me," And pushed me.
I retaliated with an elbow to the kidney, "Ow. You play rough," he said,.
I smirked at him and said, "Would you like me any more if I didn't?"
"Doubt it."
If anybody ever needs an example as to why I like Dave so much, I think I'll just point to that conversation. Just thinking about it makes me happy.
So, we picked up some sparring gloves, the kind that actually let you use your hand properly, not boxing gloves(Yeah, boxing gloves are good for punching, but I'm gonna be teaching Dave to do more than just punch people), some knee pads, some boxing helmets, and some ankle and wrist weights.
After that I told him I had something special planned and to take us to prospect park.
Daddy always took me there to run, so it seemed appropriate to not only start retraining my own body, but to really start Dave on the path to being Kick Ass in more than name.
I started putting the weights on, but I told Dave he didn't need to (No need to make it too hard on him. Yet.) and asked him if he knew the words to You're the Best.
He didn't even know what I was talking about. I have a lot of work ahead of me.
I tried We're Not Gonna Take It. Nope.
TNT? Nu-uh.
Obviously I'm not going to be able to let him pick out our work out music. But I finally got him with Can't Stop.
So I told him to start singing, keep up if he could, and took off.
Dave couldn't make it through the song, but he did manage to keep up, but I wasn't really making him work for it. I finished the track a little winded but other wise fine.
Dave on the other hand… well, when he caught up and said he felt like he was going to die I almost believed him.
We had at least that part of the park to ourselves, so while he was on his hands and knees, I strapped on a pair of the gloves and said, "I'm sorry to hear that, because it's about to get worse" and then I kicked him.
He had, maybe a second to see it coming, but he couldn't get out of the way. He did roll onto his feet (Well, one foot and one knee) and had his arms up and ready but he was still gasping for air.
My next kick he blocked, same with the series of punches I threw at him. I was going easy on him, giving him a second between punches and not throwing them as hard as I could (still hard enough to hurt though), but he was doing pretty good so I started to pick up the pace. He eventually got his wind back and even managed to get back on his feet.
And that's when I realized just how god damn short I am. Standing, he had a bigger height advantage over me than I had on him when he was on his fucking knees.
That's when I really started laying into him.
He did manage to throw a couple back, but after he surprised me the last time we sparred I was expecting him to be able to… so they all missed by a mile.
I kept pushing him for a few more minutes before sweeping his legs out from under him and throwing a punch that I stopped about an inch from his face.
I let myself flop down next to him while he caught his breath again and asked, "So, how're you doing?"
He managed to gasp out, "I think I'm okay. Or at least, I will be. Gimmie another minute."
I just smirked as I watched the clouds overhead and listened to his breathing for a few seconds before asking him when he needed to get the car back
He checked his watch and said we had enough time to go get some lunch before he had to get it back.
I was disappointed, but it'd been fun. So I was willing to call it a day when he said, "We can hang out at my place if you want though."
Yeah. My day just kept getting better.
We stopped at a Subway for lunch and talked for awhile. Nothing really interesting, just stuff from school, current events, or that new show he loves. Work did come up though for a bit. He said it was really wearing him out with everything he had to do and that he was dreading warmer weather. I decided to pry and little and said, "Surely it can't be all bad, what with Riley there."
He laughed at that and said, "Well, yeah, she's cool and all, but she really knows how to ride a guy."
I'm sure he just meant she worked him hard. No reason to think he meant it any other way. None at all.
When we got to Dave's house his dad was waiting for us. Dave apologized for keeping the car so long, but Mr. L said there wasn't anything to be sorry about, he was just all suited up and ready to go in case we had been late.
Dave asked if I wanted another shot at That Game and I told him to try and stop me. So we went up to his room and he pulled a chair over to sit next to me as I started it up. I swear, if I wasn't sure he was some sort of sadomasochist, I'd hunt down the guy who programmed this game, tie him up, and kick him in the balls. Over, and over, and over. But I don't care what this game throws at me, it can have it's fruit that falls up, it can have it's invisible platforms, it can have it's traps you can't see coming, fuck, the bastard can drop the moon on me if he wants. I will not let it beat me!.
I didn't realize how involved I'd gotten in the game until Dave nudged my arm with a plate of chili-cheese fries. At first I didn't know why he was pushing food at me, but then I saw that it was after seven. When I asked him why he just let me play the game for so long he just shrugged as he ate his own fries and said, "I don't know. You just get so intense. I liked watching you play."
Bastard almost made me blush.
Then he mentioned that Marcus had called him, wanting to know why I hadn't responded to his texts or answered his phone calls, and that he'd be coming to get me at eight.
So Marcus showed up not long after we'd finished eating. He gave me a lecture about how he needed to know where I was and being worried about me.
I don't know why he was. I mean, yeah, I'd turned my phone on silent and forgot about it, but I'd told him I was with Dave and I can take care of myself. I'm not going to get into trouble.
Unfortunately my job of "keep Dave occupied" is over since Katie should be back in town now. Guess I'm just gonna have to go back to squeezing as much time with Dave in as I can.
