Mako's Message: Before I forget to mention this again, would any of you be interested in a message board for discussing this fic, or following me if I were to make a Twitter account? I'm gonna need an overwhelming majority to do either, but even more so for the twitter thing.

Also, yes, I am trying to eat time. Even more so than before. In forty chapters I covered only 4 months. This fic will not reach it's climax until Mindy is at least 14. For those of you not keeping track, Mindy is currently 11.

Other than that, I hope I managed to show Mindy in a different light. Let me know if it was Success or Fail.

I don't know what I'm doing.

I'm just so confused about everything.

I'm sitting here...moping. I'm fucking moping and I don't even know why.

I just wish I had something to do. Instead of just sitting here.

I've seriously considered digging my costume of my bag and going out for a spin... I'd probably have to put it on after I got out into the city though. Hit Girl riding around on a bike would probably attract too much attention.

And I don't want to disappoint Marcus. He's been really proud of me for handling civilian life so well. Though, that's really only because of Dave. If we weren't going out and training I'd probably be climbing the walls.

And Dave of course want's me to have a normal life as well. He says I deserve it. That I've had enough violence and death in my life... I don't want him to disappoint him either.

Dave... why does it always come back to him? Why is he the only person I can really open up to? Why is he the only person I can be myself around? I don't have to hide anything from him.

Angela and Jessi are cool. I like them. We have fun. I still feel like I'm putting on act when I'm around them though. I can't even hang out with them tonight though. Jessi is on a Date. She finally decided on one of the junior varsity (whatever the hell that is) football players. He's pretty cute, I guess. Not sure what made her pick him though. He didn't seem any different than the dozen or so other guys that where hitting on her.

Angela is on a babysitting job. I'd be tempted to go give her some company, but the couple she's babysitting for specifically said that she wasn't allowed to to let anyone into the house, "under pain of...something painful"

They need to work on their threats.

Marcus is working.

And Dave is out on a date with Katie. Of course he is. Off to dinner, wherever they went to, then a stroll around the park, and finally home to bone his brunette barbie.

And me? I'm at home, laying on my bed... moping.

What the fuck is wrong with this picture?

U~~~~~~g~~~~~~~h!

Things were good yesterday.

Yesterday I got up early, got on my bike, and rode out to meet Dave before we went to the park for our run. We met up at convenience store where we picked up some gatorade and a couple power bars before heading off.

The ride was fun. We raced most of the way (Pretty much every time we're out together on our bikes we end up racing.) with a bit of "follow the leader" thrown in for fun.

The run went well, until the last quarter mile, Dave just couldn't keep it above a walk, so I kicked him in the ass and kept kicking him as long as he was moving slow enough for me to do it.

When we got to the finish he fell over into the grass and gasped out, "You are a cruel, cruel woman Mindy."

I just smirked and told him, "Then you must be a masochist since you keep coming back for more."

He laughed and said, "I think that was proven when I put the costume back on after getting stabbed and hit by a car."

"Well, are you ready for more?"

He let out one short, "hah" and then said, "Yes ma'am I'll have another."

And then we did our usual post run spar, though it had a little more wrestling around than was strictly necessary.

He finally gave in after I'd had him face down in the grass with his arm twisted behind his back for a couple minutes.

After that we just laid on the grass and finished off the last of our gatorade.

Dave fell asleep pretty quickly. After the first couple times I've come to expect it. I keep coming up with wonderfully naughty ways to take advantage of that, but I haven't tried anything yet. Besides, I'd rather he made a move on me.

God that'd be so hot.

Anyway, I woke him up after about ten minutes and we went off to get some lunch before heading back to his house.

I need to start keeping a change of clothes at Dave's. I really wanted to take a shower when we got there, but I didn't have anything to change into. We should probably leave some clothes at the safe house too. It'd be nice to not have to wait until we get home to shower. I mean, the place does have a working shower. No reason to not use it.

I spent more time trying to "become the guy." while Dave got his shower.

No, I didn't peak. Thought about it, but I didn't. I'm a good girl.

He had to work that afternoon, but he said I was free to stay and keep playing if I wanted. So I did.

About five minutes after I heard him leave I was suddenly struck by an almost overpowering urge to start going through his stuff. I resisted temptation though. Like I said, I'm a good girl.

I did roll around in his bed though, but that's just something else entirely.

I didn't stay long though. I really wanted that shower.

But I didn't stay at home for long either though. After I'd showered and finished my homework I decided to go hang out with Dave at NYBC.

I took it easy on the way there so I wouldn't work up a sweat, didn't want to undo my shower already.

When I got there, Dave seemed happy to see me. He said, "Hey! You have great timing." And he put this sundae on the counter with a spoon in it, "You want to split this with me?" he said as he took a bite, "I'll get you a spoon."

I hopped onto a stool at the counter and asked, "What is it?"

He said, "It's our Valentines Special. It's got a fudge brownie, vanilla ice cream, strawberries, hot fudge, caramel, and extra whipped cream."

Now, I love everything he just said. But all together? It sounded kinda gross.

Dave took his spoon and started waving it under my nose saying, "Come on, you know you want some. It's deli~cious."

And for some reason, I started panicking. My heart started racing, I froze up, and I went into tunnel vision. My entire focus was on the spoon weaving back and forth in front of my nose."

I finally snapped out of it when Dave said, "Well, if you really don't want to try it," and started to take the spoon away.

There was no thought behind what I did next, and even now I don't know why I did, but I lunged forward and bit down on the spoon. I didn't swallow the ice cream, I just stayed there, half over the counter with his spoon in my mouth, glaring up at him.

Dave froze for a second before laughing, "Sorry. I didn't mean to confuse entranced drooling with disinterest."

That's when I swallowed, let go of the spoon, smiled and said, "no problem."

Dave just laughed, shook his head, and handed me my own spoon. We split the sundae (he was right, it was delicious) and just talked until I had to head home.

THAT was a good day. Why couldn't today be like that?