Chapter 4: Joy Ride

Angela wasn't sure why Griffin was so angry at David this early in the morning. She caught the end of their fight. Something about making choices. She sighed and approached David. "What's going on?" she asked in a bored tone. It wasn't the first time she'd seen them fight. When they first teamed up they fought a lot but since the brawl after blowing up the Paladin headquarters, they seemed a bit more civilized. Maybe it had something to do with when Griffin told her to turn around. 'What ever happened then made them more friendly towards one another. Hmm...'

"Uh...Well," David rubbed his neck with his left hand. "We sorta lost a Paladin because of me. I had to...make a decision and it got us into trouble..." he trailed off. He put his hands into his coat pockets. "I've gotta get back to Millie now. See ya tommorow, Ang."

She gave a nod and he jumped. Angela stood there, looking at the fading jumpscar Griffin had left. It had just began to fade because his anger seemed to make it linger longer. Angela jumped to the cabinet where Griffin keeps his clothes, grabbing a black shirt and pair of shoes. She jumped back and went through his jumpscar. She looked around and saw that he had gone to the same spot she jumped to when she gave him a chase. Griffin was sitting at the edge of the cathedral's rooftop. She walked over and sat the shoes and shirt down next to him. "Brought ya these," she said as she sat beside him.

He gave a grunt in response. "How'd you I was 'ere?" he asked pulling the shirt on.

She made a small laugh. "Your jump was kinda sloppy. The jumpscar only just started to fade. And David told me what happened."

Griffin looked over at her with fearful eyes. "He told you?"

Angela bit her lower lip and nodded. "But it was just a Paladin. There's plenty more to hunt," she joked.

Griffin snorted. "Is tha' what he said? That we lost a Paladin?" He laughed hysterically as he put his shoes on. "Sorry sweetheart, but tha's not what happened." They both stood up.

"What? But David said-"

"David lied. And if really concerns you, I'm mad at David because we've been doing stuff behind your's and Millie's backs for two weeks now and he's finally thinkin' about it."

Angela's eyes grew wide. She was speechless. 'David and Griffin have been...and lying about it, too?' Her mind was in overdrive trying to realize the situation and what Griffin said. She felt like her brain was on fire and she couldn't take it. She jumped away.

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(Griffin POV)

"Shit," he muttered out loud. He just told her and didn't care. But now he had to face the consequences. 'For once stupid Palys are right.' With a smirk, Griffin followed through her jumpscar. He caught a glimpse of her going into a room. Griffin looked around and saw she lead him to a motorcycle store. It was dark and the place must be closed. Angela came out with a set of keys and put them into the motorcycle that it went to. Griffin approached her as she threw on a new black leather jacket and picked out a helmet to match. He grabbed a jacket and helmet too, not expecting the least that Angela would take him with her. 'I'll get my own ride if I must.' She got onto the black motorcycle with the word 'Ninja' in red across the side of the tank and shot a look at him. 'Guess that's my invitation.' He got on behind her with no idea for where they were headed as she jumped both them and the bike to a road. She turned the key in the ignition and the bike hummed under them.

"Hold on," he heard Angela say as the motorcycle lurched and they started off towards the unknown destination.

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(Angela POV)

'Pretty girl is suffering while he confesses everything...You can never get him out of your head...' The song by Sugarcult kept running out of order in Angela's head, nearly distracting her from the joy ride she wanted and desperately needed. She couldn't help but wonder about the two. 'You should've noticed the signs earlier,' a voice chimed in her head. Silently, she cursed herself. The motorcycle roared across the road. She pulled the bike to the side and turned it off, getting off the bike after Griffin. They were at a bridge in New York she remembered visiting often when she lived here. She took her helmet off and set it on the bike. Out of the corner of her eye, Angela saw Griffin looking at her curiously while he did the same. Angela climbed up onto the ledge made of cement and turned, looking at Griffin. His look was a mix between confused and alarmed.

"What're you doin' Ang?" Griffin asked with a sharp intake of breath.

She unzipped her jacket. "Giving you options," she replied without a thought.

He looked at her with an eyebrow raised. "What?"

"Well I could certainly disappear and get out of your life so you have room for David," Angela trailed off as she walked a few steps along the edge of the barrier wall.

"No!" Griffin shouted. "David doesn't want me. An' I certainly don't want that little git. So come down from there," he said, holding out a hand for her.

She eyed his hand, then looked back at him. "Then why were you two sneakin' around? Does Millie know?" 'Probably not if David's still with her.'

"I don't know, Ang. I don't know a lot of things, but I do know that I want you to stay in my life. Now," he shook his hand once, motioning for her to get down.

Angela pretended to think about it. "What's the magic word?"

Griffin sighed huffily and clenched his teeth. "Please."

Angela smiled and grabbed his hand, but hopped down into his arms. "Back to the lair?" she asked kissing his cheek. He nodded and they jumped back to the lair. She fell onto the bed with Griffin on her.

"Does this mean we get to 'ave make up sex?" he asked as he tugged her jacket off and pulling it out from under her.

"Definetly," she said as she kissed him.

A/N: So the chapters are getting longer as we go. I've been playing the Jumper video game and Griffin actually calls the Paladins 'Palys' and I found that funny. Also thought it'd be funny if Griffin asked to have makeup sex. XD
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. R&R please!
Next chapter shall be action packed and is already halfway done.