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An Interlude:
WHEN GINA MET ‘GETA.
~~~~~~~~~~~***
Fucking
rain. Gina was not a pleasant fourteen
year old girl, and when it rained while she was STUCK OUTSIDE waiting for her
STUPID ride, she was even less of a happy teenager. Especially since she was wearing a white T-shirt, and had to
leave her arms resolutely clamped over her chest to keep the old idiots from
ogling her. Damn men.
And
that’s when the strangest looking kid she had ever seen came up to her,
sputtering curse words over his shoulder back in the direction of something she
couldn’t see. He looked at her, and she
stared at his hair (because it defied every single law of gravity she had ever
heard of) and the slightly skewed smile on his face. He stopped. Looked at her
(was wearing a white t-shirt himself, but didn’t seem like he was too concerned
his endless muscles were showing.)
“Look,”
is what he said, “My brother just said that I wouldn’t be able to come over
here and kiss you.” You’d think they would have something else
on their mind. BUT NO. It’s all breasts and ass and sex. “Hello,” she snapped, “Eyes up here.”
“I
know that,” was what he said, didn’t move his eyes back up to where they
belonged. “Anyway,” he said after a
prolonged moment of staring, “I’m going to kiss you to shut my idiot brother
up.”
And
that was all the warning she got before she was yanked into his arms and found
that she was kissing him. (And that he
seemed to be a rather talented kisser.)
When the deed was done, he let her go, and smiled.
“Thanks,”
he said, “You just saved me from hours of having to listen to him gloat about
how much better he is at getting whoever he wants.”
“Hey,”
she said weakly. But he was already
gone. Turned and running back to
wherever it was that his brother was hiding.
If he really had a brother.
~~***
She
went to a party that she knew she not be at.
But her older friends had gone, and she snuck out and went with
them. Found herself in the midst of a
beer-drinking, drug doing orgy fest of men and girls that were both way too old
for her to be interested in. But alas,
she had nothing better to do with her time and she found that she was soon
holding a cup of beer.
And
that was when she ran into that boy again.
The one that had accosted her on the street corner. “Hey,” she said, “What are you doing here?”
As
fate would have it, it wastherther six months before she saw the little strange
boy (the first and only boy she had seen partially naked) again. It was after school, when she was walking
home. And he dropped out of the sky. Landed in front of her. “Hey,” he said.
Actually
did not stare at her breasts, but just the fact that he was there was enough to
make her start blushing. Looked down at
his hand, saw the scar there. “Hey,
Vegeta.” Kept walking.
“So,”
he said, “What’s your name?”
“Gina.”
He
stopped, she kept walking, felt him watching her, swallowed the yell of
frustration that he just watched her every time he saw her, and turned
around.
“What do you want, Freak?!”
There was that shit-eating
smirk again. “You have no idea how big
a freak I am,” he said, “I just wanted to see you again, is that a crime?”
“What
kind of big freak?”
“The
alien kind,” he said.
“What?”
“Look,
I’ve been thinking about you since I saw you at that party, and” she was
opening her mouth to start yelling at him about how he was only thinking of her
breasts when he interrupted her with: “No, I was not just thinking of your
boobs. You women are so superficial
sometimes.” Shook his head at her. “I was thinking of you. Ya know, Gina, the girl with the long dark
hair and the freckle on her ear? Brown
eyes? Nice skin. Sort of short but very pretty? Do you know where she is, by any chance?”
And
there was that blush again. She tried
to think of something scathing to shout back at him. Found that nothing was forth coming. Decided to go back to the original conversation. “An alien?”
“Right. Look, I don’t like it here. Too public.
Is there somewhere we can go so we can talk?”
Damn
freak aliens. She took him back to her
house (her obstinate parents were not home until after five.) Took him up to her room because the rest of
the house was like an uptight museum.
Sat down on her bed, dropped her bookbag on the floor and looked at
him. “We’re here, now please explain
why you think you’re an alien.”
“Just
don’t scream,” was what he said. And
then (what she had thought to be) his belt uncoiled from his waist and started
waving nd bnd behinm. “Can
I touch it?” she asked.
“Touch
what?”
Sheesh,
he was uppity wasn’t he? She wasn’t
wanting to molest him or anything. “Your
tail!”
“Oh. Uh…
If you want to.”
She
stood up again, reached out nervously, touched his tail and he shuddered when
she pinched the very tip of it, and then bit her lip and petted it. All the way down to where it joined his
body. That was all she got to touch
though, because he pulled back and wrapped it back around his waist. Looked a bit like he was in pain.
“That’s
good,” he said—breathlessly.
Oh. She knew what was wrong.
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