Chapter 4-The Spark
As Crash and Pasadena walked to the garage, they noticed how dark the day was getting.
Crash: Damn. We better hurry up, it's getting late.
Pasadena: You sound worried. Why's that?
Crash: Well, it's a little hard to explain, but I'll talk about it on the way.
Within a few feet, both marsupials found themselves at the door of the garage and entered. Crash flipped on a light switch and Pasadena's jaw dropped.
Pasadena: Wow! That's a lot of cars Crash!
Crash: Yeah I know. The one we're looking for is over there. (points to jeep)
Pasadena: That's the jeep you got from the MotorWorld.
Crash: We're gonna use that one cause it's got a hook and wire in the back.
Crash and Pasadena walked towards a zebra striped jeep that was in the middle of the garage. As they walked towards it, Crash grabbed the keys to the car off the wall.
Crash hops in the car and starts it. After the engine roars, Crash pushes a button which caused the garage doors to open. As the doors finished opening, Crash put the jeep in gear and drove off.
On the way to where Pasadena's car stopped, Crash explained everything that has happened over the following years. The Viscount, the Titans, and the Mutants, Crash told every adventure and surprisingly managed to get every story told by the time they got there.
Pasadena: Don't you ever take a break from all this adventure? Aren't you worry you're gonna get hurt or something?
Crash: (angrily) Believe me, Pas, if I wanted to take a break I would. Cortex isn't gonna give up trying to take control of the whole goddamn world, and it's my responsibility to prevent that from happening. Yeah, I get a break every time I stop the lunatic, but it's so short, and I end up trying to save the planet all over again. (sighs) I feel like it's an endless cycle, and I can't stop it, no matter how hard I try.
Pasadena: Maybe there is a way to end it, but you just don't know it yet.
Crash: Yeah, that's the only problem, Pas. When? That's all I want to know. When is it gonna end? I don't want to spend the rest of my life saving the world. I know that sounds selfish, but I want to know when I can stop. The planet has nothing to fear, and they stop asking me for help. Don't get me wrong, I love Earth, and I would die defending it. But even the hero deserves a break.
Pasadena: I wish I could understand Crash. I can't cause I haven't saved the world billions and billions of times like you have. Ask yourself this though: "What will I do when Cortex is gone?"
Crash: Take a fucking vacation is what I'd do! I would do what I desire. I've already been to parts of the world, but I want to explore it. I want to live a normal life.
Pasadena: Hmph. So what's your idea of a "normal" life?
Crash: Travel the world, do things I've never done before. Experience is what I want to do.
Pasadena: Anything else?
Crash: I don't know. Maybe when I'm older, I'll find a girl, marry her, settle down, buy a house, have a few kids, and live the rest of my life away from the world. That's the life I want to live someday.
Pasadena: You want that? Seriously?
Crash: Yeah. I don't plan on living the rest of my life alone, although being alone sounds nice sometimes. The point is, I don't want to be alone in the future. You wanna know what I hope to see someday? I hope to see myself sitting on the porch with my wife, and we're both watching the kids play. It's peaceful, and nobody has anything to worry about.
Pasadena: Sounds nice. That's what I want someday, too.
Crash: Look, I'm sorry about getting angry. I know I shouldn't be mad at you because you haven't done anything wrong, but these questions just somehow find a way to set me off. People expect an answer, and I used to not give 'em one, but now that I can talk, I can give them an answer and it's not good enough.
Pasadena: Well if it makes you feel better, your answers are good for me. And you know what? Someday you are gonna see your kids play alongside your wife.
Crash: Thanks.
Pasadena: Sooooo, how do you picture your wife?
Crash: What?
Pasadena: How-Wait let me ask it like this. What do you want in a woman?
Crash: Is this a test or something? Last time I answered that question, it did not end well.
Pasadena: (chuckles) No! I mean, what do you want in a girl, how do you see her?
Crash: Well, I-Hey, wait a sec! Why do you wanna know?
Pasadena: I'm just curious. Maybe I've met her and I can play Matchmaker with you and future Mrs. Bandicoot.
Crash: Ok. But if any of this ends up on the Internet or some other informative crap, I will hunt you down.
Pasadena: (raises hand) Girl Scout's Honor.
Crash: Fine. (sighs) Well, I want her to be beautiful, and when I say beautiful, I mean my heart races every time I see her. Intelligent, but not too smart like my sister so I don't feel like a dumbass, but she is not completely empty-headed. She's very sweet, kind, and gentle. Everytime I hear her name I smile. I'm always thinking about her and I let her know everything, and I mean EVERYTHING. I would never do any sort of harm to her. She's very sexy, and I would do anything for her.
Pasadena: Well, well, well, Mr. Bandicoot, your chances are slim but there is still hope for love yet.
Crash: (sarcastically) Oh, thanks for the confidence.
Pasadena: (sarcastically) You're welcome and thanks for playing.
As the jeep drove through the jungle, they ended up finding the roadway and within finding the street, they found Pasadena's car is well.
Crash: Thar she blows! Car ho!
Crash pulled the jeep up to the car. It was Pasadena's Bad Girl car from the MotorWorld that Crash had a hand in getting the car. Crash backed the rear of the jeep to the front of the Bad Girl, got out and hooked the car, and pulled a lever which pulled the Bad Girl's front section up.
Crash: Hey Pasadena, make sure the car doesn't have it's parking brake on.
Pasadena: Ok.
As Pasadena walked toward the car, Crash couldn't help but noticed that Pasadena had a nice, curvy, but slender body. As he found himself staring, Crash immediately looked away.
Whoa, what the hell are you staring at, thought the orange hero. She's your friend and nothing else. Wait, she doesn't notice, so I don't-Stop! What am I thinking? Oh man, what is wrong with me? Here I am staring at a friend of mine and now I'm mentally talking to myself. As if this couldn't get any worse.
Pasadena: Crash? You ok?
Crash: What?
Pasadena: You're awfully thinking hard about something. What is it? Is there something wrong?
Crash: No, I was thinking about...
Pasadena: About what? You can tell me.
Crash: I was thinking about what time the mechanic opens tomorrow. So we can get the car fixed.
Pasadena: Oh, ok. Anyway, the car's set.
Crash: Fantastic, let's go.
As Crash and Pasadena boarded the jeep, Crash kept thinking about what he was doing earlier. Why did he look? At what point did he look? At what point did he find Pasadena attractive?
(FYI, italics mean thoughts)
Crash: What is wrong with me? I feel like some perv. I didn't mean to stare, I just looked toward her direction and all of a sudden I'm staring. As long as you don't find yourself staring too long or too hard, or better yet don't even look at all, you'll feel better and you'll forget about it.
Pasadena: Crash, what were you really thinking about earlier?
Crash: Huh? Oh, like I said I was thinking about the mechanic's shop.
Pasadena: Yeah, right. Who would be thinking about what time an auto shop opens? It's ok, you can tell me.
Crash: Just lie to her. Ok, I was thinking about what we were talking about earlier.
Pasadena: Your type of woman? Crash, it's nothing to be embarassed about. Lots of guys think about their potential woman all the time. I'm not surprised if you were thinking about her.
Crash: Well it's just what you said. My chances were slim.
Pasadena: Oh, hun, I was joking. Crash, you have the same chances as any other guy or even a woman as a matter of fact. I didn't mean to make you feel that way.
Crash: Oh. Way to go, genius. Now she feels bad. Well, thanks for clearing that up.
Pasadena: It's no problem. (looks away)
Crash: Well, with that out of the way, I think both of our minds are clear.
Pasadena: (still looking away) Yeah sure.
Crash: Gotta break the ice. How about them Cowboys?
Pasadena: Huh?
Crash: Sorry what I meant to say was, "How bout some tunes?" You can be DJ.
Pasadena: Sure, why not?
Pasadena started to turn on the radio and browsed through the stations.
Pasadena: (browsing through channels) Man, there's hardly anything good on the air.
Crash: Well, there's gotta be something. What do you like to listen to? I can find the station. Classical?
Pasadena: Nope.
Crash: Right. Uh, techno?
Pasdena: Does not compute.
Crash: Okay, hip hop?
Pasadena: Eh, it's okay, but not really.
Crash: You're not into easy listening are you?
Pasadena: You would have to pay me to listen to that.
Crash: Jazz?
Pasadena: It's alright, but not my style.
Crash: Country?
Pasadena: We're good, but on some terms.
Crash: Ok, that leaves us with the only awesome choice.
Pasadena: Oh, yeah? What's that?
Crash: (presses button) Rock 'n' roll.
Pasadena: Now there's something we can agree on.
As the radio switches stations, Crash turns the volume up and from the stereo Oasis's Some Might Say started to play.
Crash: Ohhhhh, Oasis, you take me back.
Pasadena: No way, you're an Oasis fan too?
Crash: Hell yeah I am! Oasis is one of my favorite bands ever.
Pasadena: That's awesome! Who else do you listen to?
Crash: Red Hot Chili Peppers, Green Day,Weezer, Nirvana, Breaking Benjamin, Social Distortion, Rise Against, Foo Fighters, Linkin Park, Coldplay, and My Chemical Romance.
Pasadena: Nice. Who else?
Crash: Well other than those guys, there's a little bit of Smashing Pumpkins, Third Eye Blind, Taking Back Sunday, Staind, 3 Doors Down, 30 Seconds To Mars, Sum 41, and Three Days Grace with a side of Incubus and Cage the Elephant.
Pasadena: Congratulations Crash. You hit the jackpot!
Crash: Thank you! What do I win?
Pasadena: This. (kisses Crash on the cheek)
Crash: (nervously) Thanks.
Pasadena: (nervously) Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-
Crash: Yeah, it's no problem. It's water under the bridge. Let's never speak of this except for the list of the great band names.
Pasadena: Yeah, I can agree to that.
Both marsupials looked away (well except Crash, who focused on driving) to prevent from letting the other see their blushed faces.
Crash: Oh, man. Oh, man. Oh, man. I'm beginning to think I like Pasadena. Well, that's not true, I do like-Oh my God, I like Pasadena! Why do I keep correcting myself? Fuck!
Pasadena: I think my old feelings for Crash are coming back. Shit!
Well, it appears the two marsupials are beginning to develop a certain 'liking' for the other. Stay tuned for more chapters!
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