Mako's Message: ...why do I keep doing this to myself? How hard could it possibly be to NOT wait until the last minute to upload a chapter I've already written?
Anwyay, I am very happy with this chapter for a few reasons and I think a lot of you will enjoy it. But I know a few of you won't. In fact, I can think of one person I know for sure wont. And for those people, I'd like to remind them that there are a dozen or so stories I've written and published on this site where Dave and Mindy are a happy, romantically and sexually involved, couple, and that they might like those better.
But for the rest of you...enjoy!
Today was a good day.
Since tonight was a no patrol night, I talked Dave into taking me back to that office store to see if they had any more of that skeleton kitty duct tape. They didn't have any, which wasn't really a surprise since I bought all they had on the shelf last time and they were on clearance. But they were able to check other stores.
And there was a nearby store with a dozen of them.
Well, "nearby" as in Jersey.
But so what if it's at least an hour of total travel time? That's long enough to justify stopping for food and the more alone time with Dave the better.
I just love how when we get to be alone we get to be entirely ourselves. It's so weird to think that I'm not me even when Angela or Marty is around. But that's what it feels like. I guess it's more like the filters come off, than actually changing? I mean... it just feels like I can say whatever when it's just me and Dave.
Well, aside from, "Hey, that looks like a great place to pull over and have sex," which I definitely thought a couple times but didn't say. And it's not like I didn't WANT to say it. I mean, I think I find Dave more attractive now than ever... but I like happy-and-open Dave better than annoyed-and-guarded Dave. That and I think I've gotten better at towing the line between what is acceptably flirty and what will make Dave think he should be keeping me at arms length.
It's strange now that I'm thinking about it... I want to fuck him so badly, but when we're alone together...I'm just happy we're alone together.
Okay enough of that. Any more sap and I could make syrup.
So we drove out to this store, and they had the tape, but they had all the tape with the designs on it in one big bin instead of on shelves so we had to dig through it to find it all.
Once we did we decided to poke around just in case there was something else. I found a cool notebook covered in multi-colored skulls with heart shapped eyes and their colors running down that will be perfect for my next diary. And I bought a tube of push-pins. For reasons.
Dave got me something too, but he wouldn't let me see what it was.
I totally forgot about it until now too. He gave it to me while we were leaving and told me not to open it until I got home but then stuff happened.
When we were heading out we passed two of the people who worked there wheeling a big ass safe back to the store, and one of them said, "Who the hell needs a safe this big on one day's notice?"
And the other guy said, "Drug dealers."
Which of course made Dave and I take notice.
Then the first guy said, "That makes sense. Also explains why they're dumb enough to think they'd fit a safe this big in that tiny ass car."
So we looked at where they'd been coming from and saw two guys getting into a fucking compact.
We got in our car and started following them. It reminded me a lot of going out with Dad... Justice Forever has a lot of people giving us tips on where things are going down, problem areas, and asking for help with things... and when we don't have anything like that to work with, we just go out and patrol and see what we can find. And I honestly like those more than I ever thought I would because when it's quiet Dave and I get to talk about total bullshit because there's nothing else to do, and when it's not quiet, it's great to be able to see the immediate good. Like drop kicking a purse snatcher or cracking a rapists skull, rather than just a pile of bodies.
Not that that isn't HUGELY satisfying, but then it's a lot more... theoretical? Like, now these drug dealers wont be ruining anyone else's life, but it's not like we saved anybody right then.
Anyway, with Dad... we had to do all the intelligence work ourselves. We had to track the guys down, follow them, learn their patterns, then find a good time and place to strike. Sometimes it'd take DAYS of dedicated surveillance. I just don't have that kind of time anymore.
I guess I could make the time, but... as annoying as school is I don't want to give it up. It's...almost relaxing. And it's not like I'm not learning things. Nothing that makes me a better hero, but things.
So we followed these guys, and it was difficult because not only did we not want them to realize we were following them but we were in Mr. L's car so that raised the stakes a bit. We probably didn't need to worry about it though. Even if the noticed us they probably thought every car was following them.
But I kept wanting to tell Dave to pull over and let me drive, but that just makes things riskier. So I spent the whole time giving him instructions on how to drive and when to turn and when not to turn and there were a few times I wanted to strangle him because he wasn't listening to me, but we followed them back to their apartment without any actual problems. We watched the place for a bit just to make sure they weren't going anywhere else, but once they had pizza delivered we decided that was good enough and went home to plan a proper stakeout.
We stopped for dinner and I wanted to go somewhere where you sit down and they bring you your food, but Dave insisted on take-out chinese. I was pissed at first cause I thought he wanted to eat in the car while we drove, but he stopped on a hill and we got out and sat on the hood to eat with a view of the sunset.
I wanted to kiss him and push him down and just makeout until…well, until we started to do stuff that we couldn't do in public. But there was a voice in my head saying, "Don't push your luck." Because this was amazing and I loved it so much and Dave wasn't acting like it was anything special except for a nice view and I just knew that if I tried anything he'd just hop right back in the car and drive off and probably not talk to me for the rest of the drive.
So I just edged in as close as I could before he elbowed me and I elbowed him back and sat and talked and planned and ate and it was so great it was almost physically painful. When we were just finishing up I was pissed that Dave was going to go home to Riley, and then I realized that even if he was going to go home to her, he chose to spend almost an extra hour with me, and I decided I was going to push just a little more.
I leaned over and rested my head on his shoulder and gave him my best seductive look and said, "We should do this more."
And he looked at me, smiled, then he put his finger on my nose and pushed me back until I was sitting up straight again and he said, "Maybe."
I think that was exactly the line.
Then he hopped off the hood and stuffed his empty take-out back in the bag and said, "We should get going though. Don't you have homework now?"
I grumbled a "Yeah" cause it was true and I was annoyed it had to end, but at least I think I won him over a little at the end, so I slid off and gave him my garbage and he dropped me off at home and...I still have homework.
Oh, and the thing he gave me is this weird "do it yourself" pearl necklace thing. It's just a little chain with like, a cage on it that you're supposed to put a pearl into, and they give you a real live...dead oyster in a can to crack open and take the pearl from, and the color is supposed to mean something or give you luck in that thing. It's kinda weird.
Holy SHIT Its black. Black means love Holy shit YES!
