A Ramp to Nowhere But Trouble
Disclaimer: I forgot to mention this but Kick Buttowski: Suburban Daredevil is toooottaaallly not mine…That's something Sandro Corsaro has claim to~ That lucky soul!
Songs of the Mo (as I write): Dare by Gorillaz, Read My Mind by The Killers
Author's Note: Gawd I just want to take the time to thank yall for the reviews and faves! TT,TT I really didn't expect people would read it! I can't thank you guys enough for everything! TT,TT I wish I could hug ya via internetz but that's so impossible! I'LL TRY ANYWAYS DARNET! Have a cookie in the meantime~! You really don't understand how much I enjoy any sort of pulse for what I write! I'm not deserving of yall's kindness! *bows head to yall*
And also! I didn't respond to some of the reviews yet because I've been busy with college test mania and also because I felt that if I answered them I'd give too much away about the next chapter. In all honesty I wrote most of this weeks ago but I wasn't satisfied with the very end so please have patience with me and know that I didn't incorporate anything from the episode 'Detained' or any of the current ones for that matter just yet as when I wrote this…those episodes didn't really exist ahahah! I hope you'll understand! *worships yall*
Chapter Four: Tailspin
Daredevils fight the fear lodged in their throats, crack a grin, and breathe in the open air as they stare down at valley below…then they take a leap and believe in themselves to accomplish their test of life. It could be a dance, that ability to skirt death by mere inches, tease it and stand battered and bruised or painfree in the glory of just being alive. Of course physics are secretly involved. But are emotions that big a part of being a daredevil?
Kick struggled. He was fighting at the constrains of his credo. He wasn't supposed to feel so distracted. Distraction was a damper on his love of adrenaline. It could have very drastic effects when he was supposed to be focused solely on danger.
What does all of this mean? I'm not supposed to get along with someone who is the complete opposite of everything I stand for. When and why did I start to think differently? And why…why did I ki-"BLECK!"
Kick had to fight his reflex to gag. He was in the middle of town by now. His feet had moved on their own accord towards a very familiar Food and Fix. But he couldn't go inside just yet.
"Well hey there Danger Dude." A familiar voice behind him caused him to jump. "What's up?"
"W-Wade!" Kick spun around. His older friend gave a trademark sleepy grin from behind his armful of boxes he seemed to be carrying. Kick held open the door for him. Wade set down his boxes in the form of a throne and plopped down, kicking his feet up and cracking open a Cheetah Chug.
"Here compadre." He offered one to Kick. "You look like you could use one too."
"Thanks Wade." The boy downed the can in one gulp, burped loud enough for the store to shake and his face to contort, then he sighed.
"Nice one." Wade nodded approvingly as he joined in with a belch of his own.
"I try."
"Now what seems to be the problem little amigo? And where's your bestest amigo?" Wade sat up a little straighter, and though no one could really see his eyes from the brim of his hat, Kick felt his concerned gaze.
"Um…" Kick scratched the back of his head. "…I sort of got angry."
Wade brought a hand up to his chin. "You don't seem too angry now. Got more of a glum kinda look."
Kick stared down at his feet. "I don't know I just kind of… left him behind…"
"Woah dude." Wade had to raise a brow. "You two are never apart. Except to use the can. What happened? You two had a fight?"
"Uh…not exactly." Kick flopped his face against the glass of the counter. "I sort of…got confused by what he was telling me. I guess I didn't want to hear it."
"This sounds complicated dude." Wade turned his head. "Want to talk about it?"
Kick didn't reply, then looked at his gloves. "Wade. Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure thing amigo." Wade gave him his full attention.
"What would you do if you didn't like someone and then you started to not think them so bad…so they say we should get to know each other better and-AH." He gave up and put his head against the counter again.
Wade leaned an elbow against the counter. "It's not like you to give up Danger Dude. This must be awful serious."
"Someone I thought was my enemy because they are everything I'm not, told me they didn't hate me. And then said we should get to know each other better and then the next second they got angry at me and I just…" Kick blurted. "And Gunther made the voices show flashbacks of evidence and…"
"Well sounds like you're confused." Wade nodded slowly as a voice yelled 'confusionnnnn' with a guitar accompaniment.
"I am." Kick nodded into the counter, only to whip his head up and growl. "But I'm a daredevil! Daredevils don't-" He paused and glanced away at the memory of his and Kendall's kiss, face slightly coloring. "Daredevil's don't do confused. We live, breathe, bleed in awesome!"
Wade suddenly pulled up his cap up, revealing astonished eyes. "Danger Dude…your face just got all glowy for a second there. That's a new thing. Ya eat something weird?"
Kick swiveled his helmet to cover his face, his voice amplified as he mumbled. "Daredevils don't get glowy. Especiallyfromgirls…" The last part was spoken almost unintelligible.
"Sounds to me like you've got a problem of the female persuasion my little amigo." Wade crossed his arms, nodding slowly with a soft, easy going smile on his face. "And you got confused cus your friend tried to explain it to ya."
"There's NO WAY I like Kendall!" He swiveled his helmet back and yelled so suddenly that Wade almost fell off his throne.
Wade made a calming gesture. "Woah woah there Danger Dude. I didn't say a name or say 'like' there now did I?" Kick stared in horror, forcing himself not to gag. "Okay so you don't like her. But why can't you be friends? Daredevils can have friends right dude?"
"Yeah…" Kick nodded slowly. "But Kendall as a friend?
"If thinking of this chick is giving you a headache you could try and not think about her-"
"Yeah!" Kick raised a fist in the air. "Though that didn't work out so well…" Flashback to faceplanting and dragging his feet all day.
"Wait Danger Dude." Wade gestured again. "But if you can't do that… what's so wrong with talking to this chick? Figure out why she got mad right? People who are different from your daredevil ways ain't so bad…lookit me."
"Cus she hates me Wade." Kick's eyes narrowed, voice very young.
"Did the chick say she hates you?"
"No…"
"I dunno bro." Wade stood up again. "Seems to me like you're not as much a Danger Dude as I thought."
Kick stood bolt-upright. "What's that supposed to mean!"
Wade cracked a grin, taking a long swig from another Cheetah Chug. "You're scared of something. And you turned away from a challenge man. Thought you were a daredevil or somethin'."
Kick's face drooped, only to brighten. "You're right." This is a challenge. I'm somehow kind of maybe scared of some goody-toe-shoes girl! I'm a daredevil for crying out loud! I don't fear things OR turn away from a challenge! I'm going to find out what her problem is!
In complete brainstorm Kick snagged up Ol' Blue and dashed out of the gas station. "Thanks Wade!" He called as the bell jingled on the door.
Wade gave a small chuckle, watching the boy bolt down the street in some sort of direction. "No problem Danger Dude. Good luck." He raised a thumbs up and leaned back into a nap in the middle of the store...on a stack of boxes…
Flying down the road, Kick had to wonder. What exactly am I doing? This really doesn't make sense…I mean it's Kendall. But I think I really am afraid of her for some reason.
He reached the biggest house in the neighborhood, complete with fancy topiaries and arched gates and white picket fence…then passed it. If I know Kendall…she's at her real house. The library.
Meanwhile…AT THE LIIIIIBRARY!
All was peaceful, words whispered secrets of life, making sense of the world outside the double front doors. They were sage, a heavenly hymn to the storm within the young maiden's heart. She had made a fort for herself in the libraries soothing labyrinth amongst the heaviest of books. Though now she turned to a genre she hadn't really had the gall to read before. It would embarrass her to be caught reading these books made for girls so unlike herself it flicked her pride…so she hid the cover behind the cover of another book. To a prying eye it would seem she was reading 'A History of Opera' rather than her secret gem of 'We Have Feelings~ 3: An Emotional Self-Help for the Troubled Teen Girl'.
'As a young, impressionable girl of about 13, you may have embarked in one of the following activities: shopping for pink clothes, gossiping about other girls, and giggling about boys with your friends!' "Oh for the love of!" Kendall Perkins groaned, throwing her book down. "Don't throw those stereotypes on me! I'm not like that! Though…shopping can be fun sometimes…but seriously? Gossiping and giggling? I wouldn't be caught dead doing that…" She sighed, blowing her bangs out of her eyes. Is it stupid to be trying to learn about individual feelings from a book written by a generalizing moron? Why do I feel like I can learn about this from books? Books were all she really had to ask for guidance.
She tried again, this time she tried… reading a tween magazine decorated by teenybopper celebrities with too perfect smiles and hair …something she rarely indulged in as she deemed them silly and frivolous. Paranoid she'd be caught reading such a thing, she glanced around even though she knew no one else was in the library. 'Is it friendship! Is it more! Take this quiz to find out!' Geh. There are way too many questions on this… 'Question 1! How often do you think about this boy as being cute!' There should be a question mark in there. I feel so dumb participating in this quiz… Ten circles later and she found herself tallying up results. What she got caused her eyes to widen. "So…according to this ridiculous unscientific result…I like-!" Her pink pen paused in mid-
BOOOMM! Shelves suddenly fell around her, books flew off her fortress as a sudden gust of wind and power emerged from the front doors of the library. A tall, intimidating form emanating pure physical rage burst through the smoke of the blasted open doors. "WHERE'S KENDALL?"
Said girl did not shrink back from the furious fangirl, she pulled herself from the book carnage and stood before the menace for round two. "What do you want Jackie? This is a library. You obviously don't belong in one." She gestured to the mess she knew she'd have to clean up before the librarian got off her lunch break. She had always let Kendall use the library even after hours because she trusted her and her only. Thissss would pretty much ban her for life if the lady walked in right at this moment.
"You…DEMON." Jackie hissed, voice menacing and to anyone other than Kendall…frightening enough to cause unconscious bowel movements.
The blonde girl pushed back her bangs, angry at the intrusion to yet another of her sanctuaries she felt was safe, confused as to Wacky Jackie's…wackiness… "What is your problem Jackie!"
Jackie strode up to her, jabbed a finger in her face and screamed. "YOU MADE KICK KISS YOU!"
Kendall blinked, face immediately flushing as she took a step back. "W-What?"
Jackie was practically nose to nose, steam shooting out of her ears, red glazing her eyes. "I heard what you did! You made Kick kiss you! AND NOW HE CAN'T DO STUNTS BECAUSE OF YOU!"
"I don't-" Kendall pushed her accuser away. "You've got it wrong!" Who told her! And wait! Kick can't do stunts because of me?
"I heard it from Kick himself!" Jackie growled. "You lying, little- GRAHHH!" Volcanoes couldn't rival her rage. More books from spared shelves flew off and aimed at themselves somehow at the blonde. But she dodged them, her dexterity surprising. Each book flung from pure rage itself couldn't touch her as she flipped out of the way or kicked them out of her path. Jackie's eyes widened. "How did you-!"
One last book got a nice uppercut to the hardback., her teeth grit, eyes brows drawn. "NO!" Kendall retaliated with her own words. "YOU'RE WRONG. I did not make anyone do anything! You weren't even there!What do YOU even know!"
Jackie blinked. "But I heard him say you kissed! We know he would never do that without YOUR evil blackmail!"
"THERE IS NO BLACKMAIL! Because-He's the one who kissed me first!" Her voice echoed throughout the now lonely and semi- destroyed library, it carried past fallen shelves, disheveled books, and silenced the printed voices that used to calm her.
Jackie fell just as silent, shock overturning all previous feelings, books fell all around them in an unceremonious heap. "That's impossible…" She shook her head so vigorously that her glasses nearly flew off. "No! You're LYING!"
"It's all his stupid fault!" Kendall roared. "HE'S the cause of all of this! If he hadn't had kissed me in the theatre then I wouldn't-!"
"No WAY!" Jackie shook her fist. "AND I'M GONNA PROVE IT! I'll go and get him and prove in front of EVERYONE how much of a liar you are! Prove just how EVIL you are! And I'll find out what you did once and for all what you are using to blackmail him! And then our good old Kick will be back! And you'll be-!"
"THEN DO IT! GO DO IT! I don't care!" Kendall snapped. "You don't believe me so just GO AND LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"FINE I WILL! AND THEN YOU'LL BE SORRY YOU REPEAT OFFENDER!"
"I'M NOT OFFENDING ANYONE! YOU'RE OFFENDING ME!"
Jackie shouted a few last nonsense things and bolted to where she thought Kick would be. Little did she know…her stalkerish hunches were for once…wrong…Kick's current location would have stunned his fan. He was in the library…entered through the library drop box to be exact…and he had heard quite a bit of the exchange…but just enough to know that he had better stay hidden for the time being.
There was a ringing in the air, as if the silence was too deafening and made the girl left in the ruin of her thoughts in discomfort. She sighed painfully past the knot in her throat. Jackie had to confront me again…and how did she hear about that? Did she spy on Kick? How did he ever admit to that? It's so…ARGH!
"It's just so wrong isn't it…?" That knot in her throat threatened to dispense tears again. "It's just so wrong of me to keep going like this… I'm supposed to be-I'm not supposed to think like this…I'm supposed to do everything right! And now look at me! It's all his fault!" She bent over and collected some of the fallen books and stacked them, painstakingly putting them in Dewey decimal order. "GRAHH! IT'S JUST NOT FAIR!" Her emotions jumbled as she flung the incredibly heavy fallen shelf to rightened position with just one arm.
"Woah." A voice behind her caused her to spin around in shock, dropping her books. "You keep surprising me Kendall."
TO BE CONTINUED…
A/N: There was someone who said to include Wade in a review I got recently. Little did they know I was already two steps ahead and had already thought of that~ Congrats on your predictive thinking though! You had the same train of thought as I! I knew that Kick needed a little chitchat with someone he could talk about anything to. A bro figure. And Wade's it. I read a little tidbit somewhere that the Great Creator actually based Wade after his own older brother. So who better to go to than Wade ne?
OH and upon re-reading what I wrote..there were a few inconsistencies I'd like to clear up. Ronaldo is away at camp but the rest of them have school 'tomorrow' but let's just say that Ronaldo is on a school excused, school trip/camp or something okay? Also, I forgot that Gunther was actually there during their first kiss so that didn't come up either for some reason? Remember he was all 'but it just got goooddd' in a creepy voice? Yeah so he really is a good wingman. He knows allllll. *creepy voice*
WHY IS THIS STORY SO DRAMATIC! TT,TT Sighhhhhh