I hate rain. Rain should be a crime, then I could kick its ass. It's back to the grind today, now that I'm done dying. I volunteer as a Youth Sports Coach at the Rec center downtown. I do all kinds of stuff down there, stuff like flag football, track and field, soccer, softball, basketball, volleyball, swimming, and even water polo. I love it, and it makes my day; especially when I spend most of the afternoon on a city bus that gets halted in traffic at least 3 days of the week because of a robbery or a giant monster attack. I honestly wish I could just fly there or at least kick crime right in the asshole but I can't. I miss crime fighting, but I don't miss my popularity more. Everyday I'd get microphones shoved in my face and be asked questions like,
"Buttercup, do you support teenagers cutting themselves?" "Buttercup is it true you enjoy raving and do drugs regularly?" "Buttercup, do you feel like the representative and role-model for Emo teens everywhere?" "Buttercup, is it true that your school soccer team had to forfeit the championships because of your powers?" "Buttercup, how does it feel to get fewer sweets than your sisters on Valentine's Day?" I honestly don't miss it. I was constantly under attack. I had many talents like drawing, skating, and skills in sports, but no one could ever see me and my talents. People like to bring up the fact that I have powers, so I must be using them to look so talented. Urgh, Princess was the worst! She was always the one to big up that I was using my powers. Like she should talk, she was always bribing people. She's one of the major causes of my breakdown. Oh, how I'd like to shove my fist right into her twisted little face. My thoughts were cut short by my bracelet blinking. Damnit, my unstable level rose again. When I left home, the professor gave me a bracelet to help stabilize my chemical X levels. Oh well at least I made it to the Rec center. Some physical activity should cool me down.
After running the kiddos through some warm up drills, I took it easy on em' and let them break into two teams to play horse. As if on cue, director Robbie walks up to me and pats me on the back.
"Hey bud, we're gonna have special guests arriving in a few minutes to see our kiddos." He said.
"Robbie, you know I don't take unannounced guests." I said as I lightly tapped my clipboard on his chest.
"Oh but this is different, we're being visited by the mayor and the Powerpuff girls to support active play and good health in youth. They wanted to drop in on a youth session and take some pictures for the press." He said excitedly. "They just called a few minutes ago, sorry it's short notice." He added. Really? Really?! I was more amazed by the fact that they called last minute; Blossom's usually really uptight about scheduling appearances. I bet it was just a greasy hamburger that set her off. Wait, I just realized that I'll have to greet them and talk to them. They haven't seen me in five years, but they could easily tell that it's me. I look like Bubbles with green eyes, longer hair, darker skin, and more muscle tone, all three of us still have the same face!
"Oh look, here they are!" Robbie nudged and gestured towards them. Shit, I can see them signing-in. Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! I dropped my clipboard and ran down the hallway as soon as I saw them opening the door to the Gym. I'm sorry Robbie, I owe you one. I heard Blossom yell how rude it was of me to leave and that she was gonna find me. Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! I turn to my left and see the locker room. Perfect! I dove right in the room and smacked into something so hard, I was knocked back. I shot my face up to see what it was. I'm surprised to see Charlie. Dripping wet, in a towel…. HOLY CRAP this is the men's locker room!
"Bud?"
"EXCUSE ME, MR. or MS. VOLUNTEER PERSON!" Double crap! That's Blossom looking for me! Charlie seems to notice the urgency in my face, because as soon as I panicked, he shoved me in a locker and slammed it shut. I can hear Blossom approaching. Charlie's gazing at me through the vents in the locker, it's really uncomfortable. What's he doing here anyway? I've never seen him here before. His locker isn't really that decorated; Just clippings of WWE stars. Oh look, he's got fake plugs in a bag on the hook, interesting. Well he looks like he just finished up, and I did get here half an hour ago. Maybe he comes in the morning when the joint first opens.
*SMACK*
"Aw sweetheart, is that really all you got?" That's Charlie voice. What the hell is going on?
"I don't have time for your impudence! Is the youth volunteer here? That person disappeared down the hall and the only logical explanation is this room." That's Blossom on her high horse. I kinda missed her presence.
"How are you sure you an't lookin at him?" Charlie retorted. After hanging out and talking a lot yesterday, I learned that Charlie could get really cocky and aggressive.
"I highly doubt a place like this would let someone with your criminal record around children." Criminal record? This is news to me; sure Charlie seems like a trouble-maker but not enough to have a record.
"You just really wanted to see me naked didn't you?" Charlie totally let Blossom's statement bounce right off of him. Blossom huffed and walked away. I'll miss her. Still, it's like Blossom and Charlie know each other. And Charlie said he hardly knew Buttercup, so how did he know Blossom enough to be playful around her?
"Hey, Hey space cadet! Wakey, Wakey! Are you done staring into space?" I was so lost in my thoughts that I forgot I was still in Charlie's locker.
"You can sleep in there if you want, your place kinda sucks anyway." That's it, he's done. I push open the door to face him. He's still glistening from his shower earlier, but he has I big red mark across his check. Blossom probably slapped him out of embarrassment, since Charlie is pretty much naked.
"Why you running from the Bloss-man?" He says playfully as I step out to face him.
"How do you know the "Bloss-man""? I'm completely serious, and curious. He looks like he's deep in thought. The suspense is killing me, I really wanna know. He holds up his index finger as a pause. Then says,
"I'll tell you after I get dressed." He turns towards me, grabs me by the shoulders and starts leading me out. As I'm walking backwards, I noticed his towel caught on loose nail in the bench by his locker; a little too late, I should add. Right when I'm in the door way, his towel falls to the ground. I'm completely shocked, and instead of flippin out, Charlie just winks and closes the door.
I can believe I saw it! I'm still blazing red with embarrassment. After I left the men's locker room, I went to the woman's locker room to change out of my volunteer uniform and back into my hoodie; while pondering what I had just seen. I went back and waited by the men's locker room for Charlie. I figured I'd just leave with him because I'd have to go back and face the girls if I didn't. I'm gonna hear it from Robbie later. When he came out, I could tell he was smirking. I didn't wanna look him in the eye after what I just saw.
"Was it that amazing?" That cocky bastard! Has he no shame?!
"It's okay I have that effect on people." I glanced at him. I just noticed that we're wearing the same thing, a dark green hoodie, black jeans, and military style converse. He grinned and ruffled my hair. "You wanna get some hot chocolate, it still looks kinda depressing outside." I liked the idea but he still hasn't answered my question. I'm pretty sure I was making a stupid face because when he looked at me, he giggled.
"Hey, don't worry I'll answer you there, and I'll let you ride with me since it doesn't look like you have any car keys." I didn't have anything but a clear, over the shoulder bag, and he's right I don't have a ride. I ponder his offer, and decide,
"Alright, but you're paying."
"Deal."
"But what do you got?" I wanna know what I'm gonna be ridin' in.
"Just my Hyosung." He adds. A Motorcycle? Nice.
"Let's go out the back."