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The Battle Force 5 brought Grace along with them, but Stanford kept trying to flirt with her. Vert just pushed him out of the way, as usual. Zoom took the backstage pass and ran like heck, with the red head close behind. The flashed the passes and ran back, darting past the crew and every other lucky fan that had managed to get backstage passes.
"Kit!" Sera hissed, punching her friend in the arm. Kit socked her in the arm in reply, but nodded when she spotted Zoom and Stanford. She pulled up her hood as the woman touching up the glitter and mascara walked away. Sera ruffled up her messy blonde hair and watched Zoom. She could care less about Stanford, it was Zoom that she wanted to impress. "Hey guys!" the blonde greeted, waving slightly. The two boys came up to them.
"So you're the drummer?" Zoom asked, looking at Sera curiously. The blonde nodded. "Cool!" Sera and Zoom started talking and Kit pushed the blonde away with her foot. The two walked off and left the brunette and the red head alone. Kit needed a quick fix to get out of this situation, but for now, there was nothing she could do.
"Aw, so you won't take the hood down for even a fan like me?" Stanford asked, smirking. Kit rolled her eyes, thankful he didn't know it was her. If she talked, she'd probably get caught. She just nodded once, taking on a godfather sort of air. She sat back in her chair, crossing her ankle over her knee, folding her hands in her lap. "Ooh. Playing hard to get, are we?"
"You bet," she muttered under her breath. Making her voice higher than usual, she said, "Listen, I have to go meet up with the rest of the band. If you want, you can talk to the guitarists." With that, Kit stood up and walked away. When she spotted Spinner, she pulled him behind a curtain and dropped her hood. "Dude! Keep Stanford on a tight leash!" she said threateningly, pushing Spinner back out. The small boy dusted off his clothes and walked back over to Sherman.
When the concert started, everyone was surprised that Lucas was on vocals instead of Kit. It had become obvious when the band had first made their appearance that they had a female and a male vocalist, but usually they started off their shows with Kit singing. Now, she wasn't on the stage. Nonetheless, Lucas was getting the crowd pumped up. When the first couple of songs ended, Angel, one of the backup dancers, ran backstage and found Kit waiting behind the curtain.
"Dude! C'mon!" Angel said, brushing her brown side-swept bangs out of her eyes. "Lucas is gonna come back here, remember last time at rehearsal? You seem distracted." The brunette girls sat down for a moment, on two rather large crates. "What's up with you?"
"I dunno Angel," Kit replied, looking at her friend. "I've just been doing some thinking…"
"You're always thinking about something."
"Well I mean about something different," Kit explained. "Ya see there are two really important guys in my life, one I haven't talked to in a year, the other I talk to every day. And it's just… Crazy…" Angel nodded and patted her blue eyed friend on the shoulder. "Maybe if I get out there it'll take my mind off of things." The two stood up and Kit flipped her hood up. They walked out onto the stage.
After a few songs, Sera jumped up and did a stage dive. Kit and Lucas just traded glances. There was one backup dancer named J, and he was taller than Sherman. J tried to do a stage dive… It didn't end so well. Lucas started laughing hysterically so Kit pushed the boy off the stage and started the next song.
Stanford and Zoom were hatching a plan, and they figured they'd have to go on the run from the cops afterward, for "assault" but they knew they'd get famous for it if it worked. Lucas was on vocals now, but Kit was singing backup and she was close to the stage's edge. Zoom reached up and tapped her foot. Instinctively the brunette looked down and Stanford jumped up and pushed her hood back. The crowd was astounded but Lucas kept singing, so they kept cheering.
Kit slipped and fell on her butt, glaring down at Zoom and Stanford. She realized her hood was down… Luckily, Stanford didn't know it was her, and neither did Zoom, only because she had the glitter and the mascara on. Kit had wispy bangs on either side of her face, not like the ones that go across a person's forehead. The right side's bangs were longer and showed more, and at this point they had been dyed a charcoal gray colour to go with her outfit. Since said bangs covered Kit's right eye, you couldn't really tell that it was her.
So for now, the brunette was safe.
As soon as she could, she threw her hood back on and jumped into the crowd. She grabbed the nearest Cortez brother she could find – which was Spinner, unfortunately – and yanked him by his spiky hair through the crowd and backstage. She set him down in a chair and glared at him. "I told you to keep Stanford on a tight leash!"
"It wasn't just Stanford, it was Zoom, too," Spinner said defensively. "At least you had your bangs dyed gray."
"Yeah, only 'cause I was afraid this might happen!" Kit shot back. "Imagine what would happen if Stanford had found out it was me!"
"So you don't like him anymore, right?" the short boy asked. Kit rounded on him and eyed him suspiciously. "What?" Spinner put on his innocent look and tilted his head down. "I'm just askin' a question…"
"Spinner, what rules did we establish?" Kit asked, folding her arms across her chest.
"Rule number one: Never ask who Kit likes. Rule number two: Never talk about Stanford, unless he is getting beat up and/or made fun of. Rule number three: Never ask if Kit likes Sherman or Stanford, or which one she likes more. Rule number four: Never put spaghetti in Kit's personal-" Spinner droned on, but Kit cut him off there, so he skipped that rule. "Rule number five: Never put shaving cream in a whoopee cushion and have Kit sit on it. Rule number six: Never tell Kit she is as stupid as a sack of potatoes. Rule number seven: Never try to get Stephen to fight Diesel in a makeshift wrestling ring. And rule number eight: Never, ever, ask Kit if she eats puppies for breakfast," Spinner finished, looking up at Kit with dull olive green eyes.
"Good boy. Now which rule did you just violate?" the brunette asked. She was angry. Very angry. In fact, Spinner would've said that she was pissed off-angry.
"Rule number three," Spinner replied, looking down. Kit tried to look angry and mean, but she couldn't help but give in when he turned his eyes on her.
"…Spinner! This is how you get off with Sherman! You're off the hook – for now! Now, go get your lug of a brother to keep Stanford in check!" Kit exclaimed, clapping Spinner on the shoulder. He nodded and hopped up, running past her. Kit sighed and rubbed the back of her neck. She played with her gray bangs. She was glad she had dyed those bangs and made sure they covered her right eye. The girl face palmed and sighed, walking back out on stage.
Later on that evening, the BF5 headed back to the diner to drop Grace off so that she could pick up her car. Stanford and Zoom were palling around with each other, after they had pulled that stunt. Spinner and Sherman made their way back to the base before everyone else and entered the kitchen/living room area. Spinner went straight for the Sprite in the back of the fridge, while Sherman just shook his head. "Spinner, I can't believe Kit went soft on you," the younger Cortez said, still a little surprised. "You're just lucky."
"Yeah, yeah, hey, would you do me a favor?" Spinner asked, straightening up as he cracked open his can of soda.
"What's the favor?" Sherman asked.
"I need you to run down to the diner tomorrow morning and meet up with Kit. She had a question about hydrogen atoms or something like that, so I told her you'd meet her at the diner," Spinner replied, sipping his soda. He did his best to sound super convincing. Apparently, it worked.
"Yeah, I'll meet her there. What time?" Sherman queried.
"Uh, nine o'clock," Spinner responded, chugging down half of his Sprite.
"Okay. I'm beat, so I'm goin' to bed," the younger of the two Cortez brothers explained. "See you in the morning, big bro."
"See you in the morning, little bro!" Spinner called over his shoulder as he pulled out another Sprite. When Sherman was out of ear shot, he said, "Another Sprite, to a plan that actually worked this time!"
Kit and Lucas were driving back to the base. "Hey, Katczinsky," Lucas said, as they drove slowly back to the base. The brunette grunted her reply, too annoyed and exhausted to actually use words. "I need you to do me a favor tomorrow morning. I need you to run down to the diner tomorrow morning and meet up with Sherman. He had a question about the Clockwork or something like that, so I told him you'd meet him at the diner," Lucas replied, hoping he sounded super convincing.
"Yeah, I'll meet him there," Kit responded after a moment of hesitance. "What time?"
"Uh... Nine o'clock," Lucas replied, brushing invisible dust off of the dashboard of his car.
"Okay," Kit replied. It was silent until they reached the base. "I'm hittin' the hay. Night, Lucas."
"Night, Kit."
The next morning, Kit and Sherman headed to the diner. Somehow, Spinner and Lucas had managed to get Grace and Zeke to head into the town, telling them that they needed more food, as the fridge had been cleaned out the previous night before. (Courtesy of the two culprits.) So those two were gone, and the Battle Force 5 was out on the town, as well. Sherman reached the diner first; Spinner had made him leave earlier than Kit. Lucas had stalled Kit and so she arrived a few minutes later.
"You had a question about atoms," and "You had a question about the Clockwork," were both said at the same time, as the two met up in the diner. Lucas and Spinner bolted. The two looked at each other curiously, as they watched the two boys run away.
"Lucas told me you had a question about the Clockwork," Kit told Sherman.
"Spinner told me you had a question about atoms," Sherman told Kit.
For a moment, neither party understood what was going on.
And when they did, they both stood there, eyes wide.
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