#ass kicker

you can’t tell me this man isn’t a certified Girl Dad

So fun fact about Mikey.

He's possessed. Or something. He has pure energy running through his veins and he can use it freely, quite literally bursting through his skin. Nothing major, it heals.

There She Goes

Despite considered a quiet, all to yourself type of person, you were for certain quite very observant to your surroundings. You were aware of nearly everyone's secrets by simply being so silent that you'd go invisible, you having the power to have hundreds expelled and many others completely embarrassed. Though, you using this secretive hobby to your benefit by simply threatening those who bothered you, other objectives seemed to simply not have been supposed to be brought up to your concern.

For example, the dude Todd you'd see every once in a while in your go-to comic bookstore accompanied by his two other dorky friends. In who's presence you hadn't been able to acknowledge for such a long time since you'd only go to the store to stay up to date with your comics, perhaps take a seat once in a while in one of the benches situated in the way back of the store, or maybe going to a coffee shop for a bit more of a comfortable crowd.

But as mentioned prior some of the objectives where you'd probably not be the best fit for knowing, would be when the conversations were about.. you.

"there she goes.."

You heard a pre-masculine whisper coming from behind you, in which you quickly turned around to in surprise.

"..yeah?" you awkwardly replied, holding onto your comic-book tightly in fear of it getting stolen.. again. Making a quick search around the store just to find yourself surrounded by absolutely anyone, there only being a group of nerds sitting by the windowsill and an elderly couple reading eachother their all-time favorite superhero comics stationed near the cashier, this enough to make anyone believe they're going totally mad.

"..what the fuck.." you then whispered to yourself to that unusual mini experience to what you would've believed it were to be some kind of ghost.

"you know cursing's bad right?" you then heard the voice speak once again, this time it coming from the isle to your left, you rushing over to testify who the voice belonged to, just to finally see who's been spying on you.

"w-what..? who are you?" you raised your voice just a bit higher than the stranger's to avoid any sort of commotion.

"you're y/n, right?" you now examining the tall pale guy, the wide eyeglasses suited on his strongly structural face distracting you just a bit.

"yes? how do you-.. who are you?"

"oh yeah, sorry. Im Dave, heard you were joining Millard Fillmore after this week, hmm?"

"How would you know that?"

"See in Fillmore everyone knows everything and everyone knows everyone, its kinda weird to explain but y-eah." Dave explained to the best of his ability, his 'cool-dude' playing pretend voice making you slightly chuckle to yourself in embarrassment for him.

"Mhm? Look, that's all? Can you just get straight to the point, I really wanna finish this book before my deadline runs out." you voiced, referring to how you could easily notice there were more words yet waiting to escape his mouth. His eyes avoiding yours, and feet slightly tappy.

"Well, so.. my best friend, Todd, he thought you were.. really.. pr- nice? And wanted to see if you'd wanna get to know him maybe?" Dave awkwardly explained, pointing over at Todd who timidly hid behind a book he had digged onto his face, his frizzy curls barely being up to view. But although evidently hiding his entire appearance from you, his shallow dimples and slight blushy face was still noticeable from the near end side of the book, him repeatedly peaking over the sides of his comics checking if you'd stopped trying to look at him yet, the whole scenery being so awkward yet so wholesome.

"Well tell Todd that if he wanted to get to know me that bad he could've just asked me himself, Peter." you returned, adding a funny tune to Todd's name just to catch a reaction from his timid self.

"It's Dave.. and I'll let him know, gracias!"

You were quick to return to the comic series you were tranquilitly reading, still keeping an eye out for Todd who seemed to have his eye out for you also since you both held .5 second eye contacts continuously. Him more than nearly about to leave the store in embarrassment while both Dave and Marty forced him to stay and "man up" to you.

Though you've decided to put an end to that humiliating experience you soon decided to go home and finalize the day, the end of the week already up to view. All the days after that incident seemed to overloop themselves, watching Todd hiding from you, reading your comics alone in the back of the store, the inability of leaving the store without giving Todd a wink or smile, day after day. All those days simply rushing by until it was your time to switch schools at last, from Handerson high to Fillmore high.

Books in hand and locker key secured you made your way, the school being not as big but yet so crowded, long semi-wide hallways, and of course the separation of students that roamed the passages, some quiet, some loud, some athletic and popular whilst others were smart and discreet, such as Todd, Dave and Marty amongst a small group of horny teenagers.

Rushing through the third floor hallways in search of your mathematics class to which you were already nearly ten minutes late to you heard some audible cursing, "shit, shit, shit!" followed by the slam of a locker from what it seemed to be coming from a locker nearby, it scaring you shitless.

"wait, fuck. are you stuck? need help?" you were quick to offer your assistance, you knowing you were terrible at it.

"um.. yeah? i think." the voice returned, it knocking on the exact locker it hid in, to grasp your attention.

"wait.. how did you even get in there?" you questioned, the whole situation seeming far too sketchy in your eyes.

You only heard the voice go silent, its breathing growing deeper and unsteady to your question, almost as if it didn't know the answer to it or just simply felt it come out of the blank. The only sounds there being an indesntinct chatter from a few classes south, the guy's breathing and your key attempting to unlock the locker.

Many minutes gone by now you were soon able to unlock the difficult lock by creatively twisting and bending your key to fit into it, the guy, who appeared to be Todd, exhaling dramatically attempting to catch on his breath from the overheated locker he 'accidentally' locked himself into.

"than-" he attempted to speak before you rudely interrupted him.

"how'd you get in there?" you once again repeated your question, observing how he grew pink to his cheeks from the seriousness of your question, you both knowing this situation was far too sketchy for it to be an innocent 'i got stuck in a locker' situation.

"..promise me you won't get upset." Todd finally responded, him scratching the back of his head like a kid who just got caught stealing lollipops from a bodega.

"sure! so.. what is it?" you slightly pressured, completely forgetting about the class you had yet to attend, your main focus directed to Todd. Him being full on in a nervous state and you in a curious one. He only took a deep breath in, gently shutting his eyes to your presence.

"truth is.. i- i rea-ll-ly.. shit." he stumbled in between his words, his eyes wide, voice low and hands comfortably accomodated onto the straps of his black bookbag.

"take your time, precious." you insist, reaching out to grab his hand onto your own, them intertwining automatically.

Todd only nodded to your piece of advice, tranquillity inhaling in from his nose and exhaling out from his mouth, his breath tickling the little piece of hair that escaped your slick back from the short distance you've both kept from eachother. You only looked up at him nodding your head for approval, him giving it to you soon.

"i really like you, y/n. Ever since the first day I seen you walk into that comic store, my eyes couldn't help but to follow you wherever you went. I even memorized your favorite comics so I can get a chance to read them and see what you were into.. It's okay if you dont feel the same way.. but I wanted to get that out of my chest.."

"finally! fuck when were you gonna tell me?" you jumped, observing how Todd's face grew into a combination of pale and red to the realization of your notice of his hidden not so hidden crush on you. The fact that he knew you figured out he got stuck in the locker from attempting to spy on you making him want to end the day immediately.

You guys only stood in silence, Todd excessively licking his lips in nervousness, you admiring it completely. "so why didn-" he attempted to break the unwanted silence, before you broke him off with a quick peck on the lips before running away to the nearest stairway you were able to find.