Mental Therapy
Funny Interlude
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Mental Therapy
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Sequel to Hormone Therapy
An Interlude:
WHEN GINA MET ‘GETA.
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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.”
What
a pick up line. “So?” she asked.
and watched his eyes go from looking at her face, down to her covered
breasts. Damn teenage males.
on their mind. BUT NO.
“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.
He
looked at her, at her face—didn’t seem to recognize her—then dropped his eyes
down to her breasts—like that was the best way to identify someone—and
recognition dawned on him. (She swore
to God that if one more guy did that to her, she was going to start staring at
their crotch like that was the best way to identify them.)
that was standing against the wall. And
as she was going to open her mouth and demand why, the plant turned orange.
“What?”
“Look,”
he said. Pointed around the room at the
various folks that were turning colors.
Not that they noticed, but she stared at the pink and orange people with
a smirk on her face.
“Thanks,”
she said.
He
grabbed her hand and tugged her out of the room, to the backyard where they
weret int in peace. (Because it was a
small backyard that smelled like…well, didn’t smell pleasant.)
anyway?” he asked, “You cannot be five seconds older than me.”
“Oh?
And how old are you?” Put her
hands on her hips. Watched his slightly
angry gaze once more drop from her face to her breasts and wanted to kick him
in the you-know-what’s for the audacity to just stand there and drool over her
like that.
He
sniffed the air and then made a face. “You’re
only fourteen!” This seemed to outrage
him even further. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE
YOU DOING HERE?!” Like he was the
morality police.
When
the constant ogling really started to bug her, she smacked the bottom of his
chin with her fists and repeated. “Hey,
asshole, my eyes are up here. And what
do you mean why am I here? If you’re
only fourteen too, why are you here?”
He
rubbed his chin. “Waiting for my
brother to get laid, mostly.” Then he
glared at her. “Look,” he said this
like he was years older than her and thus vastly more experienced, “I have no
idea why you came to this party. But
here’s the breakdown: beer makes you
smell bad, turns you strange colors and gives you migraines.
something you don’t want to be and you are too young and too small to be having
sex.”
“What
would you know?” she said. “And where
is this brother you keep claiming to have?”
He
snorted. “I wish he were only a claim
sometimes.” Then he lifted his hand and
pointed to a bite mark on it. “This is
how you tell me apart from the idiot. I
have a scar on my hand. He doesn’t.”
As
if she were supposed to infer from that, that he had a twin brother.
her chest again and found that his EYES HAD DROPPED. “Hey, what was that comment about sex anyway?
He
snorted again, shook his head. “It
would just hurt you. Stop being so
bitchy.” He crossed his arms over his
chest too. “Why are you here anyway?
She
blushed. Because despite all her anger,
she had never seen anyone naked, and that might have been slightly the reason
she was curious about these parties. She’d
heard of them. Heard that people tended
to start streaking in the midst of them.
Hadn’t planned on drinking or smoking, but was mostly curious and WHY
was that little idiot SMIRKING at her?
“You
do want to see naked people, don’t you?
“I…”
But
his grin just got bigger. “No, that’s
fine. You can look at all the naked
folks you want, just don’t have sex. I
was serious about that.”
“Whatever.”
“Still
want to see someone naked?”
And
if she could have dropped her jaw to the floor, she might have.
words. The way (for the first time) he
looked back up at her face and gave her that little smirk that implied he knew
many things she did not. And dammit,
she felt a flush cover all her body, and wanted to smack him for making her
blush like a third grader. “What’s that
supposed to mean?” she demanded.
“A
trade,” he said simply, “Since those assholes in there are way too old for
jailbait like you, I’ll show you whatever you want to see if you…”
“Show
you what you want to see?” she cut off.
Felt as if she was being propositioned, and found that the idea had
merit. It would definitely satisfy her curiosity.
that fucking smirk she was going to kick off his face.)
“I
just want to see your breasts. The
other stuff isn’t that great to look at.”
Ooo.
She thought about it. Felt her
cheeks turning a nice cherry red, and for once he just looked at her face.
look. She took a deep breath.
look?”
A
nod.
“And
then you show me…” let her eyes drop from his, straight down to his ‘personal
area.’ “What I want to see.”
“Right.”
another little grin. “My eyes are up
here,” he said.
Bastard.
it up. Felt absolutely ridiculous, but
hid her damn blushing face behind her shirt.
Felt like laughing like a dork, but didn’t, dropped her shirt back down
and pressed her hands to her face so she didn’t have to look at him.
“Still
want to see?” was what he said.
She
parted her fingers away from her eyes, but didn’t move her hands away from her
face. Was very pleased to note that he
was flushed as well (finally.) And he
wasn’t smirking anymore. Nodded.
felt like something out of a porn movie, because this sort of stuff never
happened in real life.
“Hey!”
came a voice that sounded pretty damn similar to the boy she was standing in
front of. “Vegeta!
feel like their going to be happy about it.”
Vegeta
(as she assumed to be this boy’s name) redid up his pants.
home now. And don’t come to anymore of
these parties.” Then he kissed her
hand.
~~~***
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.
home. And he dropped out of the sky.
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.
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.
hair and the freckle on her ear? Brown
eyes? Nice skin.
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.
“Right.
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.)
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.
wagged his tail behind him. “Oh,
and I can do this.” He closed his eyes,
clenched his fists and turned FREAKING YELLOW.
That lasted only for a bare second, and he was normal colored
again. “Oh,” he added, “And my Mother
is a man.”
“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.
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.
body. That was all she got to touch
though, because he pulled back and wrapped it back around his waist.
“That’s
good,” he said—breathlessly.
Oh.
weakness. “What’s wrong?” she
asked. Like she was really
concerned. Whatever.
that she knew what was wrong.
“Oh,
nothing. I’m just fine.”
She
shrugged. “Who cares if your mom’s a
dude? If he found a way to pop out a
kid, then that’s his choice. And I like
the tail.” Wanted to touch it
again. Had the suspicious that if she
did this little meeting of theirs would not end with just a ‘bye’ and a kiss on
the hand.
“You’re
a freak,” he said. Smiled.
Made
her blush without even doing a thing.
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The real chapter’s coming out tomorrow.