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INITATE TIME_SKIP PROTOCOL: ALPHA
It's funny, some day's I'll come running to talk to you about any little thing, but lately I just haven't felt like talking about anything. It's not even like nothing has happened.
Like, I decided that I would apologize to Dillon for roughing him up. I went over to his house and his mom answered the door. He must not have mentioned what happened, because all she did was smile at me and say, "Oh, hello, you must be Mindy," and then she called Dillon to come down.
He seemed happy to see me, if nervous, and I can't really blame him for that.
I wanted to just get it over with so I said, "I'm sorry about what I did the other day. I'm not good with social things and I overacted without realizing it, but I do now, so, I'm sorry." Insert your own awkward pauses wherever you like, since they were there but I don't feel like making myself look as stupid as I felt.
He smiled like he was worried I was going to hit him for smiling and said it was okay, that that was part of why he liked me. He blushed when he said the last part.
I decided that was a good time to remind him that I wasn't going to be his girlfriend. He blushed even more when I did. Then I excused myself and went over to Angela's.
Who has been making very good progress I should note. She can do three laps around her block without slowing to a walk, she's doubled the number squats she can do, she can do a split, and she can stand with me on her shoulders for three minutes. (What's more impressive, since she's bigger than me, is that I can do the same.) Now, I admit that I'm only guessing at how to train someone to be a cheerleader(Yes, I've told her this, she said not to worry about it because they'll give us the actual routine to learn before tryouts) but she's going to be in great shape by the end of summer, and that's all she wanted.
And it's been hot as fucking hell this summer too, so when Angela invited me to go swimming I actually jumped at the chance. Of course, I actually had to buy a swimsuit first. But Angela was all too happy to take me to get one, she and Jessi wanted to get new one's anyway. I swear Angela tried on ever suit in her size. She did look great in the one she picked out though.
Jessi on the other hand confuses the hell out of me. The first suit she picked out was a one piece, and she looked great in it. But she tried on a couple two pieces, and ended up buying this string bikini despite the fact that when she put it on she looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole and not come out until winter.
I understood Angela going over to one of the male sales people and posing in her suit to get his opinion better than that.
She's been inviting Dillon on our pool trips too. I don't mind. He's not a bad kid. And he's learned to keep his camera off of me for the most part. And the way Angela poses for him is amusing. In an eye rolling sort of way. Jessi might also be flirting with him. I'm not really sure. He still seems like his main reason for coming is me. Don't know why. Angela's the one acting like it's a soft core porn shoot.
Oh, and Marcus almost thanked me and Dave for what we did on the 4th. Almost. He didn't, but I could tell he wanted too. Probably because we took a few dozen cunts (I still can't believe he's got so many people following him.) out of his hair. But he hasn't actually said anything. We have however made several trips to NYBC this month.
Speaking of which, Angela seems to be hanging out there a lot. And I mean a lot. There before we get there, still there when we leave a lot.
Not that it's been all sunshine and daisies or anything. Whoever did the guy Marcus was asking if I did has been making a habit of it. Most of them seem to have been the type I'd go after, but not all of them. I think they've credited him with twelve murders over the last month. Dave and I have been keeping an eye out for him, but we haven't caught site of any attempts at murder.
What made me come back to this though, is that I now have a third identity.
I am now Mindy Maccready, Hit Girl, and Samantha Genovese.
Justice Forever was doing these volunteer things, soup kitchens, blood drives, shit like that(Our unofficial motto: No Fear). And I just couldn't see myself doing that. Not as hit Girl. But I like those guys, and I didn't want to look like I thought I was too good for that sort of thing. My mind just rejects the idea of Hit Girl serving food.
So, I talked to Col. Stars about it, and he remembered the whole "Uncle John" thing, so he suggested I could come and volunteer out of costume, posing as his niece. Get a wig, color change contacts, serve with my left hand. Maybe wear heels or something. N obody but Dave and "Uncle John" would know.
So, I got a long curly black wig, green contacts, borrowed some of Angela's clothes, and topped it all off with a padded bra.
They weren't expecting that last part.
I came in and ran over all, "Uncle John!" and hugged him.
He stepped back and said, "Wow...Samantha, you sure have...grown."
Then I fangirled all over Dave. It was so much fun. He had to act like he didn't know me, and I just kept pouring it on. Probably went a little too far though, he started to seem a little freaked out by the end of it. The rest of them thought it was hilarious though.
Shield asked what was so great about him that he always got the girls.
I said, "He's Kick-Ass!"
The guys laughed so hard I thought they were going to die. No, I know it's not that funny. It was that I'd "stumbled" onto an inside joke.
So, the soup kitchen deal was fun, but only because I was with everybody. It don't think I could have enjoyed it if I was volunteering by myself.
Actually, I don't think I'd have done it by myself at all.
I had a little bit more fun with my new self afterwards. Dave came over and I was still all done up and he asked, "Why are you still wearing that Mindy?"
I said, "What do you mean 'Mindy'? I'm Samantha, remember?" And I strutted over and walked my fingers up his chest and said, "And now that I've got you all alone..." and I leaned in to kiss him, and I was totally serious about it too, and he wasn't trying to stop me or anything either And then when I was just a couple inches away, he started laughing. And then I started laughing too.
I leaned back on the counter and took the wig off as we pulled ourselves together. Then he pointed at my chest and said, "So, what's with these?"
I sorta squeezed them together and asked, "What?Don't you like them."
He laughed again and said, "They're fine, as far as fake tits go, but why?"
And I just shrugged and said, "People suspect wigs and contacts and shit. Nobody questions a nice pair of tits." Then I pushed my chest out and said, "Wanna feel?"
He passed of course, and I was kinda glad for it. I guess I just didn't want him to put his hands on me when he wasn't really putting his hands on me. Or something. I don't know.
And so that's what's gone on the last few weeks. Oh and Dave's birthday is coming up soon. No word on what he's doing for it, but I have a great idea for his present.
