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Last part up! The (I hope) exciting conclusion of the date between my Rene and Asuraludu's Nicole! A big thanks to him for all the help he gave me in this story (including the ending) and for use of his characters.
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The Big Date: Wrapping-Up
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The first thing René thought when he glanced around Nicole’s room was that it was—shockingly—PINK. Not the sort of thing he expected, he thought musingly as René layed on her bed, cushioning his head with her pillows. He sat up a bit to take a look around.
As if embarrassed by her rooms own pinkiness, Nicole had covered some of the walls with posters of famous Champion fighters—and naturally her own mom featured quite prominently, several of them featuring Big M performing her signature move, the one that earned her that nickname AND was the inspiration for Nicole’s finishing move…which René had ended up on the business end of.
There was a desk for school work and weights for exercise—naturally. She was SUCH a jock, René smiled fondly to himself as he layed back down again. He blinked as he felt something lumpy beneath her pillow. Curiousity overriding common sense, René poked his arm under it and took out a stuffed ponyta plush and a notebook.
“HEY!” René jerked guility as Nicole slammed the door open. “RENÉ!”
“Sorry.” He winced. “Um…nice ponyta?” Beat red, Nicole grabbed her beloved Mr. Tony—as she named the ponyta—out of his hands and held him protectively under her arm. When she saw her private notebook in his hands, she was even more upset.
“YOU—YOU—!” Nicole fumed, embarrassed beyond words that René had found them. He wilted under her glare.
“I’m Sorry. I didn’t read it or anything.” René swore. “And its not a big deal if you have a stuffed animal. I do.”
“YOU—do?” Nicole blinked, not really expecting an open admission from him. René nodded earnestly.
“Sure. Mine’s a growlithe. I call her Rosa. She was a gift from my mom.” He explained.
“Ah.” Nicole said, understanding. She calmed down a little, though she still made sure to grab her notebook out of his hands. “Speaking of, I have something for you. Wait here.”
“Where would I go?” René asked rhetorically as Nicole rummaged through her desk drawers.
“Oh, quiet you. Here.” She said finally as she tossed something his way. René caught it out of the air. It was a…DVD? “I should’ve told you this sooner.” Nicole said as she sat down next to him on her bed. “Your mom was once in a charity tag-team match with my mom. This is a tape of them. I found it when I was going over my mother’s old fights.”
“…Wow.” René said in awe, wide-eyed. “T-thank you.” He leaned back and (forgetting that he was sitting on a bed, not in a chair) fell backwards; laying flat on the bed. Nicole laid down next to him.
“No problem…I watched that fight a lot. You’re mother was amazing, I’ve seen Championship winners who weren’t as talented.” She said as she turned on her side to face him.
“Yeah.” René agreed numbly as stared at the ceiling, idly wiping his sleeve across his face.
“I’m…actually a little surprised. After I found out that Vera Kitsunegari was your mom I tried looking for other fights that she was in…and couldn’t find many. With her talent she could’ve been a Champion.”
“She never competed, outside of charity matches.” René explained. “Bet you were a bit surprised when you found out SHE was my mom, considering how easily you knocked me on my tails.”
Nicole elbowed him in the side. “Hey, common now. Stop being so hard on yourself you did fine out there.” She smirked. “Don’t get discouraged just because I’m so good.”
“Noted.” René nodded as he turned to her. “You’re probably wondering why she never competed or why she never really taught me how to fight a tenth as well as she did, huh?”
“Well…” Nicole fidgeted, curious beyond belief but too respectful of René’s less than happy past to ask.
“It’s okay.” René sighed. “There’s one answer for both questions, my uncle.”
“You never said you had an uncle.” Nicole blinked.
“I DON’T. That’s the problem.” René explained. “My uncle Reynard—I’m named for him actually, was my mom’s brother. He WAS a professional, went into the Leagues before my mom did.”
“I…don’t recall ever hearing of a Reynard Kitsunegari.” Nicole admitted.
“That wasn’t his last name. Mom actually changed hers so she wouldn’t be seen as riding his coattails when SHE started fighting.” René sighed. “Mom says that he took fighting…very seriously. He wanted to be Champ someday; he kept pushing himself…never giving up in a match until he was beaten into unconsciousness.”
“That’s what killed him.”
“What?” Nicole’s eyes widened in shock. René nodded sadly.
“He died in the ring from injuries he sustained in a match…internal hemmoraging, the doctors said.”
“I’m so sorry—” Nicole started to say.
“It was before I was born.” René smiled wanely. “But thank you. After that though…my mom dropped any plans she had of fighting professionally and met my father not that much later. She said that it just wasn’t worth it. Mom became an athlete instead of a fighter. She still practiced to keep her form up and battled for charity and for fun…but she never wanted to make a life out of it.”
He looked away for a moment. “She never pushed me very hard, only teaching me some of the basics. She wanted me to make up my mind one way or the other about how I felt about battling. Before I ever could she got into that stupid accident—I’m sorry.” He apologized suddenly. “I’m being really depressing aren’t I?”
“Um…” Nicole stalled, caught flatfooted. René shrugged.
“Yeah…I thought so. I tend to be either really depressing or kinda childish. I don’t have much by way of a middle ground. Sorry about killing the evening.”
“Oh shut up.” Nicole ordered as she hugged him suddenly. “You big dope, do you really think that YOU have anything to apologize for?”
“Um…” René blinked, unconsciously echoing Nicole’s earlier response. Just two seconds shy of becoming awkward, Nicole let go.
“I’m sorry I brought it up.” She said as she leaned back on her side again.
“It’s okay.” He assured her. “Really, it is. This was SO thoughtful of you! I’d love to see a video of my mom in action…better than any of the tripe the media puts on every now and again.”
“Can I ask you one last thing?” Nicole asked.
“Anything.”
“Yeah, well…What I want to know why you decided to go to the PCA if you and your mom have such a thing against professional battling.” René shrugged.
“Couple of reasons: For one thing, it’s a good school any which way. I don’t plan to fight professionally, but that doesn’t really matter. For another reason it beats the heck out of the preppy, private schools my father wanted to enroll me in after mom’s accident. And finally,”
René looked at her. “My dad’s attitude about battlers was one of unremittied disdain. Not because of any personal trauma or tragedy.” He added quickly before Nicole could ask, waving a hand dismissively. “No, he’s just a snobbish jerk. He thinks that if you have to work up or exert yourself physically you’re low-brow. Personally, I think he just hates the idea of being in a match and having to play by the rules and play fair…he wouldn’t know the meaning of the word ‘fair’ if it came up and bit him. So THAT’S another reason why I chose the PCA. He didn’t like it but hoped that if I led a team it might install certain ‘values’ that were more to his liking: bullying, bossing around, beating the weaker students up…you know. Buisnessmon stuff.”
“He sounds like that Blackclaw girl,” Nicole snorted, not deigning to identify her by her first name…which was unfortunately, ALSO Nicole. René shook his head.
“As a fellow scion of a rich dad AND as someone who also can’t stand that bitch, I have to disagree.” He said. “Nicole is snobby enough to be the child my father wanted, HOWEVER,” René emphasized. “She is a very talented fighter in her own right. Though you’re right, she DOES like to have others do her dirty work outside of the ring…Tenebra namely. Shame.”
“Oh?” Nicole looked at him oddly. “What’s a shame?”
“Well as someone without any siblings, I think it’s pretty awful that she treats Tenebra like a lackey.” René pointed out.
“Tenebra’s a tough girl. She can take care of herself.” Nicole snorted. “And I wouldn’t be so sure of that last part. I DO have a sibling remember? It’d make my life much easier he was housebroken.”
“You have a point.” René admitted. “I guess your brother can be a bit of a pest, huh?”
“Better believe it.” Nicole smirked as flicked René’s nose. “But only I get to say bad stuff about him. He IS my twin brother remember?”
“But you don’t look anything like him!” René protested. Nicole poked him.
“Oh? Everyone always says that we look alike. Are you’re saying I’m ugly?”
“NO!”
“So you’re saying that Nicolas looks good? Would you rather be with HIM?” Nicole teased.
“…You set me up.” René accused with a groan.
“Well, duh.” Nicole poked him again, teasing. “Honestly do you keep your brain in your tails?” She asked as she started fluffing his giant tails. “They’re bigger than your head easily. Hopefully they’re not as empty.”
“Hey!” René protested. “Those are sensitive!” Nicole grinned and hugged one to her chest.
“But they’re so fluffy…better than my pillows!” She pouted.
“You look like Mitzi.” René rolled his eyes. Nicole glared at him in mock-annoyance.
“You take that back!” She growled as she pounced on him.
“YIPES!” René yelped as Nicole landed on him. She smirked as she sat on his stomach, straddling him.
“Not the worst view in the world.” Nicole allowed to herself as she looked down on the surprised fox. “Well, I don’t care what your reasons were for coming to the PCA.” Nicole said as she patted his belly. “I’m glad you came, anyway.” Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
“Hello kids—I just,” Mr. Zuna blinked as he opened the door. “I see I’m interrupting.”
Nicole and René’s face simultaneously erupted into fierce blushes. Nicole’s father grinned as they sputtered and choked out denials. “I’d like a word with the boy Nicole, if you don’t mind. Please, go to your mother.”
“But—” Nicole protested. Her father just gave her a ‘LOOK’ and she deflated. “Sorry.” She whispered to René as she got off him and walked out of her room, tossing one last sorry glance over her shoulder.
René meanwhile was mentally composing his will as he sat up. “Sir, please nothing happened! Or was going to happen! I respect your daughter’s mind! In fact, I don’t even like her body! Not that I mean she’s ugly or anything! What I mean is—”
“Kid. Breathe.” Mr. Zuna advised as he sat next next to René and clapped him on the back. “Relax.” He chuckled. “I actually just wanted to talk to you…from what you said at dinner I figure you and your dad don’t talk as much as you ought to. I figure someone needed to talk to you about girls.”
René looked mortified. “Um, I already know about—” He started. Mr. Zuna waved his hand.
“I didn’t mean the biological aspects…though those ARE fun.” He grinned. “I meant about how you go about dealing with a girl you like. You like my daughter I take it?”
“I, er…” René blanced then saw the expression on Mr. Zuna’s face. “Yes sir.”
Zuna smiled then lifted his arm in front of René and flexed. “Can you believe I was more nervous and scrawny—by nidoking standards anyway—than you when I worked up the nerve to ask that lovely hard body that is Big Momma ou? I tell you I almost fainted when she asked for my tie and said I'd get it back only when we went on our date. Man was that hawt. She still has the tie too.” He grinned. René looked very uncomfortable. Mr. Zuna rubbed his head. “Sorry. What I'm trying to say is that if my little girl is anything like her mother, she'll have her own way of showing she cares. Just enjoy the time together.” He patted René on the back. “Now go downstairs. The ladies are a waiting.”
“Thank you…” René said hesitantly as he slid off the bed and made his way downstairs. He found Big M and Nicole waiting for him in the kitchen. They had been leanding together in conversation. They stopped when he entered. René flushed. What else could they be talking about but him?
Before he could even ask, Big M walked up to René and looked him over again. Then she grabbed him and gave another big emotional hug that put her welcome hug when he first arrived to shame...a feat he hadn’t thought possible.
“I knew it!” She stated proudly as she placed him down, letting Nicole shore him up lest he collapse from having his spine turned to jello by that hug. “You had your mom’s eyes. Ah sweety I can't believe I didn't put two and two together.” She shook her head. “Did Nicole show you the video of that match we were in? If she didn't burn a hole through it with all that watching? It’s so nice to finally meet you. Your mom was a real sweet girl when we met.”
Big M looked sideways and then lowered her voice. “Truth be told I was a little jealous of her too. She was so statueesque. But now you have to visit more often. That way we can chat.... when you're not blushing at my daughter of course.” She grinned, causing René to do so. “Feel free to come back any time sweety.” Big Momma said as she clapped her hand on his shoulder. His knees nearly buckled from under him. “Nicolas? Nicole? Why don’t you help him to the door?”
Nicole’s brother arrived from helping clean up the table to escort René and Nicole to the door.
“Don't take our silliness too seriously Rene.” Nicolas said to René as they walked to the front door. “We were glad you came by. And we'll have a better exercise next time. No teasing. Honest.”
“I'll be sure to tie him up in a closet.” Nicole promised. Nicolas just grinned.
“Keep me out of your sick fantasies woman...... or at least put Arora in there with me.”
“You can go now. He is MY guest you know.” Nicole ground out.
Catching the hint, Nicolas shrugged. “Fine fine I know when I'm not wanted. He held out his hand and shook René’s hand. “Later love birds.” He waved as he departed.
“Jerk.” Nicole grumbled before turning back to René. She blinked. “Uh... You okay? You’re redder then a sunburned charmander. Listen, it was nice having you over and I’m sorry my family was so wierd. They get kinda.....excited over company ya know.”
“Sure.” René said hoarsely, fanning his face. “No problem. They’re really terrific.” Nicole looked at him a bit skeptically, suspecting that he was just being nice.
“Hey....so... I'll see you at school tomorrow?” She asked. “Emily says we need to find a replacement for Nicolas. I know he can't be serious about quitting the team. He just needs to blow off some steam.” Nicole paused awkwardly, struggling with then next words. “Anyway.....um.....take care ok. And keep up the battling. You are good you know.” Nicole quickly looked around to see if there was any around to be a potential witness. Seeing none, Nicole dared to lean forward and kissed Rene on the cheek. “Don't you dare faint.” She warned, but softened it with a grin. “Good-night René.”
“’Night.” René squeaked meekly as Nicole shut the door, smiling as she did so. René took several unsteady steps down the pathway leading to the sidewalk. Then he headed down the street. Nicole was on her way back up the stairs to her room when the night air was suddenly split by a loud, resounding “YEE-EES! SHE LIKES ME! SHE REALLY LIKES ME! WOO-HOO!”
THE END
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PCA © EbonyLeopard
Zuna family © Asuraludu
René © me
Tenebra, Mitzi, Nicole Blackclaw © Carlito
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The first thing René thought when he glanced around Nicole’s room was that it was—shockingly—PINK. Not the sort of thing he expected, he thought musingly as René layed on her bed, cushioning his head with her pillows. He sat up a bit to take a look around.
As if embarrassed by her rooms own pinkiness, Nicole had covered some of the walls with posters of famous Champion fighters—and naturally her own mom featured quite prominently, several of them featuring Big M performing her signature move, the one that earned her that nickname AND was the inspiration for Nicole’s finishing move…which René had ended up on the business end of.
There was a desk for school work and weights for exercise—naturally. She was SUCH a jock, René smiled fondly to himself as he layed back down again. He blinked as he felt something lumpy beneath her pillow. Curiousity overriding common sense, René poked his arm under it and took out a stuffed ponyta plush and a notebook.
“HEY!” René jerked guility as Nicole slammed the door open. “RENÉ!”
“Sorry.” He winced. “Um…nice ponyta?” Beat red, Nicole grabbed her beloved Mr. Tony—as she named the ponyta—out of his hands and held him protectively under her arm. When she saw her private notebook in his hands, she was even more upset.
“YOU—YOU—!” Nicole fumed, embarrassed beyond words that René had found them. He wilted under her glare.
“I’m Sorry. I didn’t read it or anything.” René swore. “And its not a big deal if you have a stuffed animal. I do.”
“YOU—do?” Nicole blinked, not really expecting an open admission from him. René nodded earnestly.
“Sure. Mine’s a growlithe. I call her Rosa. She was a gift from my mom.” He explained.
“Ah.” Nicole said, understanding. She calmed down a little, though she still made sure to grab her notebook out of his hands. “Speaking of, I have something for you. Wait here.”
“Where would I go?” René asked rhetorically as Nicole rummaged through her desk drawers.
“Oh, quiet you. Here.” She said finally as she tossed something his way. René caught it out of the air. It was a…DVD? “I should’ve told you this sooner.” Nicole said as she sat down next to him on her bed. “Your mom was once in a charity tag-team match with my mom. This is a tape of them. I found it when I was going over my mother’s old fights.”
“…Wow.” René said in awe, wide-eyed. “T-thank you.” He leaned back and (forgetting that he was sitting on a bed, not in a chair) fell backwards; laying flat on the bed. Nicole laid down next to him.
“No problem…I watched that fight a lot. You’re mother was amazing, I’ve seen Championship winners who weren’t as talented.” She said as she turned on her side to face him.
“Yeah.” René agreed numbly as stared at the ceiling, idly wiping his sleeve across his face.
“I’m…actually a little surprised. After I found out that Vera Kitsunegari was your mom I tried looking for other fights that she was in…and couldn’t find many. With her talent she could’ve been a Champion.”
“She never competed, outside of charity matches.” René explained. “Bet you were a bit surprised when you found out SHE was my mom, considering how easily you knocked me on my tails.”
Nicole elbowed him in the side. “Hey, common now. Stop being so hard on yourself you did fine out there.” She smirked. “Don’t get discouraged just because I’m so good.”
“Noted.” René nodded as he turned to her. “You’re probably wondering why she never competed or why she never really taught me how to fight a tenth as well as she did, huh?”
“Well…” Nicole fidgeted, curious beyond belief but too respectful of René’s less than happy past to ask.
“It’s okay.” René sighed. “There’s one answer for both questions, my uncle.”
“You never said you had an uncle.” Nicole blinked.
“I DON’T. That’s the problem.” René explained. “My uncle Reynard—I’m named for him actually, was my mom’s brother. He WAS a professional, went into the Leagues before my mom did.”
“I…don’t recall ever hearing of a Reynard Kitsunegari.” Nicole admitted.
“That wasn’t his last name. Mom actually changed hers so she wouldn’t be seen as riding his coattails when SHE started fighting.” René sighed. “Mom says that he took fighting…very seriously. He wanted to be Champ someday; he kept pushing himself…never giving up in a match until he was beaten into unconsciousness.”
“That’s what killed him.”
“What?” Nicole’s eyes widened in shock. René nodded sadly.
“He died in the ring from injuries he sustained in a match…internal hemmoraging, the doctors said.”
“I’m so sorry—” Nicole started to say.
“It was before I was born.” René smiled wanely. “But thank you. After that though…my mom dropped any plans she had of fighting professionally and met my father not that much later. She said that it just wasn’t worth it. Mom became an athlete instead of a fighter. She still practiced to keep her form up and battled for charity and for fun…but she never wanted to make a life out of it.”
He looked away for a moment. “She never pushed me very hard, only teaching me some of the basics. She wanted me to make up my mind one way or the other about how I felt about battling. Before I ever could she got into that stupid accident—I’m sorry.” He apologized suddenly. “I’m being really depressing aren’t I?”
“Um…” Nicole stalled, caught flatfooted. René shrugged.
“Yeah…I thought so. I tend to be either really depressing or kinda childish. I don’t have much by way of a middle ground. Sorry about killing the evening.”
“Oh shut up.” Nicole ordered as she hugged him suddenly. “You big dope, do you really think that YOU have anything to apologize for?”
“Um…” René blinked, unconsciously echoing Nicole’s earlier response. Just two seconds shy of becoming awkward, Nicole let go.
“I’m sorry I brought it up.” She said as she leaned back on her side again.
“It’s okay.” He assured her. “Really, it is. This was SO thoughtful of you! I’d love to see a video of my mom in action…better than any of the tripe the media puts on every now and again.”
“Can I ask you one last thing?” Nicole asked.
“Anything.”
“Yeah, well…What I want to know why you decided to go to the PCA if you and your mom have such a thing against professional battling.” René shrugged.
“Couple of reasons: For one thing, it’s a good school any which way. I don’t plan to fight professionally, but that doesn’t really matter. For another reason it beats the heck out of the preppy, private schools my father wanted to enroll me in after mom’s accident. And finally,”
René looked at her. “My dad’s attitude about battlers was one of unremittied disdain. Not because of any personal trauma or tragedy.” He added quickly before Nicole could ask, waving a hand dismissively. “No, he’s just a snobbish jerk. He thinks that if you have to work up or exert yourself physically you’re low-brow. Personally, I think he just hates the idea of being in a match and having to play by the rules and play fair…he wouldn’t know the meaning of the word ‘fair’ if it came up and bit him. So THAT’S another reason why I chose the PCA. He didn’t like it but hoped that if I led a team it might install certain ‘values’ that were more to his liking: bullying, bossing around, beating the weaker students up…you know. Buisnessmon stuff.”
“He sounds like that Blackclaw girl,” Nicole snorted, not deigning to identify her by her first name…which was unfortunately, ALSO Nicole. René shook his head.
“As a fellow scion of a rich dad AND as someone who also can’t stand that bitch, I have to disagree.” He said. “Nicole is snobby enough to be the child my father wanted, HOWEVER,” René emphasized. “She is a very talented fighter in her own right. Though you’re right, she DOES like to have others do her dirty work outside of the ring…Tenebra namely. Shame.”
“Oh?” Nicole looked at him oddly. “What’s a shame?”
“Well as someone without any siblings, I think it’s pretty awful that she treats Tenebra like a lackey.” René pointed out.
“Tenebra’s a tough girl. She can take care of herself.” Nicole snorted. “And I wouldn’t be so sure of that last part. I DO have a sibling remember? It’d make my life much easier he was housebroken.”
“You have a point.” René admitted. “I guess your brother can be a bit of a pest, huh?”
“Better believe it.” Nicole smirked as flicked René’s nose. “But only I get to say bad stuff about him. He IS my twin brother remember?”
“But you don’t look anything like him!” René protested. Nicole poked him.
“Oh? Everyone always says that we look alike. Are you’re saying I’m ugly?”
“NO!”
“So you’re saying that Nicolas looks good? Would you rather be with HIM?” Nicole teased.
“…You set me up.” René accused with a groan.
“Well, duh.” Nicole poked him again, teasing. “Honestly do you keep your brain in your tails?” She asked as she started fluffing his giant tails. “They’re bigger than your head easily. Hopefully they’re not as empty.”
“Hey!” René protested. “Those are sensitive!” Nicole grinned and hugged one to her chest.
“But they’re so fluffy…better than my pillows!” She pouted.
“You look like Mitzi.” René rolled his eyes. Nicole glared at him in mock-annoyance.
“You take that back!” She growled as she pounced on him.
“YIPES!” René yelped as Nicole landed on him. She smirked as she sat on his stomach, straddling him.
“Not the worst view in the world.” Nicole allowed to herself as she looked down on the surprised fox. “Well, I don’t care what your reasons were for coming to the PCA.” Nicole said as she patted his belly. “I’m glad you came, anyway.” Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
“Hello kids—I just,” Mr. Zuna blinked as he opened the door. “I see I’m interrupting.”
Nicole and René’s face simultaneously erupted into fierce blushes. Nicole’s father grinned as they sputtered and choked out denials. “I’d like a word with the boy Nicole, if you don’t mind. Please, go to your mother.”
“But—” Nicole protested. Her father just gave her a ‘LOOK’ and she deflated. “Sorry.” She whispered to René as she got off him and walked out of her room, tossing one last sorry glance over her shoulder.
René meanwhile was mentally composing his will as he sat up. “Sir, please nothing happened! Or was going to happen! I respect your daughter’s mind! In fact, I don’t even like her body! Not that I mean she’s ugly or anything! What I mean is—”
“Kid. Breathe.” Mr. Zuna advised as he sat next next to René and clapped him on the back. “Relax.” He chuckled. “I actually just wanted to talk to you…from what you said at dinner I figure you and your dad don’t talk as much as you ought to. I figure someone needed to talk to you about girls.”
René looked mortified. “Um, I already know about—” He started. Mr. Zuna waved his hand.
“I didn’t mean the biological aspects…though those ARE fun.” He grinned. “I meant about how you go about dealing with a girl you like. You like my daughter I take it?”
“I, er…” René blanced then saw the expression on Mr. Zuna’s face. “Yes sir.”
Zuna smiled then lifted his arm in front of René and flexed. “Can you believe I was more nervous and scrawny—by nidoking standards anyway—than you when I worked up the nerve to ask that lovely hard body that is Big Momma ou? I tell you I almost fainted when she asked for my tie and said I'd get it back only when we went on our date. Man was that hawt. She still has the tie too.” He grinned. René looked very uncomfortable. Mr. Zuna rubbed his head. “Sorry. What I'm trying to say is that if my little girl is anything like her mother, she'll have her own way of showing she cares. Just enjoy the time together.” He patted René on the back. “Now go downstairs. The ladies are a waiting.”
“Thank you…” René said hesitantly as he slid off the bed and made his way downstairs. He found Big M and Nicole waiting for him in the kitchen. They had been leanding together in conversation. They stopped when he entered. René flushed. What else could they be talking about but him?
Before he could even ask, Big M walked up to René and looked him over again. Then she grabbed him and gave another big emotional hug that put her welcome hug when he first arrived to shame...a feat he hadn’t thought possible.
“I knew it!” She stated proudly as she placed him down, letting Nicole shore him up lest he collapse from having his spine turned to jello by that hug. “You had your mom’s eyes. Ah sweety I can't believe I didn't put two and two together.” She shook her head. “Did Nicole show you the video of that match we were in? If she didn't burn a hole through it with all that watching? It’s so nice to finally meet you. Your mom was a real sweet girl when we met.”
Big M looked sideways and then lowered her voice. “Truth be told I was a little jealous of her too. She was so statueesque. But now you have to visit more often. That way we can chat.... when you're not blushing at my daughter of course.” She grinned, causing René to do so. “Feel free to come back any time sweety.” Big Momma said as she clapped her hand on his shoulder. His knees nearly buckled from under him. “Nicolas? Nicole? Why don’t you help him to the door?”
Nicole’s brother arrived from helping clean up the table to escort René and Nicole to the door.
“Don't take our silliness too seriously Rene.” Nicolas said to René as they walked to the front door. “We were glad you came by. And we'll have a better exercise next time. No teasing. Honest.”
“I'll be sure to tie him up in a closet.” Nicole promised. Nicolas just grinned.
“Keep me out of your sick fantasies woman...... or at least put Arora in there with me.”
“You can go now. He is MY guest you know.” Nicole ground out.
Catching the hint, Nicolas shrugged. “Fine fine I know when I'm not wanted. He held out his hand and shook René’s hand. “Later love birds.” He waved as he departed.
“Jerk.” Nicole grumbled before turning back to René. She blinked. “Uh... You okay? You’re redder then a sunburned charmander. Listen, it was nice having you over and I’m sorry my family was so wierd. They get kinda.....excited over company ya know.”
“Sure.” René said hoarsely, fanning his face. “No problem. They’re really terrific.” Nicole looked at him a bit skeptically, suspecting that he was just being nice.
“Hey....so... I'll see you at school tomorrow?” She asked. “Emily says we need to find a replacement for Nicolas. I know he can't be serious about quitting the team. He just needs to blow off some steam.” Nicole paused awkwardly, struggling with then next words. “Anyway.....um.....take care ok. And keep up the battling. You are good you know.” Nicole quickly looked around to see if there was any around to be a potential witness. Seeing none, Nicole dared to lean forward and kissed Rene on the cheek. “Don't you dare faint.” She warned, but softened it with a grin. “Good-night René.”
“’Night.” René squeaked meekly as Nicole shut the door, smiling as she did so. René took several unsteady steps down the pathway leading to the sidewalk. Then he headed down the street. Nicole was on her way back up the stairs to her room when the night air was suddenly split by a loud, resounding “YEE-EES! SHE LIKES ME! SHE REALLY LIKES ME! WOO-HOO!”
THE END
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PCA © EbonyLeopard
Zuna family © Asuraludu
René © me
Tenebra, Mitzi, Nicole Blackclaw © Carlito
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