Vinnie started, open mouthed at Charley. Not only from the
fact she was wearing the tightest, shortest black dress he'd every
since her wear, but from what had just come from her mouth a moment
before.
"Your what?!" he asked.
Charley sighed and threw and exasperated look at Vinnie.
"I--am--going--on--a--date. Jeeze I didn't think it was that
hard of a concept to understand." Charley said.
"But -- but --" was all Vinnie could say.
Charley turned to Throttle and Modo, giving up on Vinnie. That
mouse was impossible!! The other guys didn't see anything odd
about her going on a date, so why was Vinnie acting like it was
a foreign word.
"You guys are going to hafta to fend for yourselves on dinner
tonight," as she spoke a car pulled up and honked. "That'll
be him. Bye guys, don't burn the place down."
"Bye Charley-girl, have fun," Throttle said before going
back to watching a baseball game.
"Enjoy yourself Charley-ma'am," Modo, ever the gentleman
said.
Vinnie still wasn't succeeding in forming complete sentences,
much to Throttle and Modo's amusement. Vinnie looked as if someone
had hit him with a two by four.
"I'll be back about eleven, so don't wait up!" She called
as she walked out the door.
Charley was more than ready for her date. It was going to be great
to be with a guy who was interested in more than motorcycles,
food, rock `n' roll, and sports. Not to mention having a man call
her Charlene instead of Charley all the time.
Vinnie started at the door several minutes before moving to watch
the game with his bros. But his heart just wasn't in it. All he
could think about was the fact that Charley was on a date and
the date wasn't HIM.
2:45 a.m.
Vinnie sat on the couch glaring at the VCR clock. Worry and anger
gnawed at his gut. Throttle and Modo at gone to bed long before,
but Vinnie just couldn't sleep without knowing Charley was home
safe. Where was she?
He rose to his feet and began to pace back and forth across the
darkened living room. He didn't like it, not one bit. It wasn't
like Charley to be so late. When she said she'd be back at eleven
she was back by eleven. He looked at the clock again. 2:53.
He sat down again, telling himself not to worry. She was probably
having a good time with that guy. He probably took her to some
fancy restaurant, where they park your car for you. Probably took
her dancing, that ball room stuff. Vinnie made a face. Who would
want to do stuff like that. Get all dressed up and eat fancy over
priced food; then dance to music with absolutely no beat. Who
in their right mind would want to do those kind of things?
That thought stopped him. Charley apparently wanted to do those
things. This guy was taking her to do stuff she wanted and liked
doing. Vinnie tried to remember the last time he took her somewhere
she want to go, to do something she really want to do. He found
he couldn't come up with anything. He'd never taken her anywhere
special before, or dome anything special with her. Jeeze, no wonder
she was going out with this guy.
Why hadn't he done those kind of thing for her? She deserved it.
Heck, Charley only deserved the best; so why did he give her the
best? Why did he treat her like on of the guys and expect her
to fall all over him? He couldn't think of an answer.
Vinnie looked at the clock again. The glowing digital numbers
read 3:15 a.m. The knot of worry tightened in his gut. Where
is she? Is she okay? If anything had happened to her I'll ....
He headed towards the door to go find her himself when he heard
a car approached. It was the same one that had picked Charley
up earlier. Vinnie moved to a window and looked out.
The man got out of the car and opened the door for Charley. He
offered her his hand to help her out. Vinnie gritted his teeth
as she accepted his hand. The man held her hand as he escorted
her to the door. When Vinnie saw them kiss good night he wanted
to break something. How dare he put his hands on Charley? How
dare he kiss her?!
Vinnie moved away from the window and stood by the door. The worry
had diminished and the anger was taking over. Anger that she had
let them --okay-- him worry like that. She could have at least
called.
The front door opened and Charley entered. Alone. She closed the
door quietly.
Man, I hope the guys don't find out I was out this late! I'll
never hear the end of it.
She didn't see Vinnie standing there, silent and angry. She didn't
even notice someone was in the room, until as she walked to the
stairs a low voice called out.
"Late night, Charley-girl?"
Damn!! Caught!! And by Vinnie -- this isn't good. She thought.
She turned and saw Vinnie standing behind her, arm crossed. He
looked angrier than she'd ever really seen him.
"Vinnie --?"
"Do you know what time it is, Charley?" he asked, his
voice low and dangerous.
"Uhmm-- midnight?" she squeaked out.
Vinnie griped her by he arm. "It's 3:20, Charley."
"Oh,"
"You said you'd be home by eleven Charley! I've been worried
sick!!: He let her go, reigning down his anger.
"I'm sorry, Vinnie! I didn't think anyone would wait up for
me!" Charley protested, shocked at Vinnie sudden protectiveness.
"What were you doing out so late? Huh? I thought something
had happened to you!! You could have called!!" he told her.
"Anyway I don't want you going out with this late again!"
Now Charley was angry. How dare Vinnie tell he what she could
and could not do!!
"Wait just a minute, Vinnie! You aren't my father! You aren't
even my brother!! So don't pull this shit with me!! I'm a grown
woman!! I can stay out as late as want with whoever I want!!"
She hissed at him, trying not to yell.
Vinnie realized his words hadn't come out right and tried for
damage control.
"Charley -- babe--I didn't mean --"
"How dare you tell me how to run my life, Vinnie!! What makes
you think you have the right!!"
She turned and walked quickly up to her room. Vinnie was close
behind her.
"Sweetheart -- I'm sorry --it came out wrong-- I was worried
--"
Charley yanked her door open and turned to glare at Vinnie.
"Well, Vincent, you're just going to hafta worry again tomorrow
night!! Cause I'm seeing Mike again, whether you like it or not!!
Good Night!" And with that she shut the door in his face.
"Charley--"
Real smooth Vinnie! You had to go an open your big mouth!!
You had to go and run it, didn't ya?
Vinnie walked to his room, cursing himself as an idiot. He only
hoped he could fix things with her in the morning. Until then
he'd better try and get some sleep.
Author's Note: Sorry it's kinda short, and long past due...please
don't kill me....also sorry it's kinda jumbled! Feedback is appreciated!!
Biker Mice From Mars doesn't belong to me!! Wish it did!! Enjoy!!!
BTW--I did call the guy Mike in the last part..didn't I?????
Vinnie and Charley didn't speak much the morning after. In, fact
they got a way with saying the minimal amount of words possible
to each other. Throttle and Modo noticed this but had a feeling
neither of them would appreciate them getting involved.
Vinnie knew he had screwed up bad with Charley, but had no idea
how to fix things. So he didn't say anything to her. Charley on
the other hand, felt guilty about hell at Vinnie, she knew he
only did what he did because he cared about her. But she didn't
know how to tell him. So she too said nothing.
Now, this would have added up to a hill of beans, if it had only
lasted a few days. Unfortunately, the days grew into weeks. And
still neither Charley nor Vinnie had gotten back the friendship
that they shared.
Charley went about with Mike again two nights after their first
day. Only because she knew it would get to Vinnie. Charley to
her surprise found she really DID like this guy. He was good to
her, treated her like a lady--took her nice places. So she went
out with him again and again. And she still wasn't talking to
Vinnie.
Vinnie had had about all he could take of this silent treatment
bit. Final, he swallowed his pride and asked Throttle for some
advice.
"Hey, bro.?" Vinnie asked, Throttle.
Throttle looked a Vinnie, surprised at the unusually serious expression
on Vinnie's face. Uh-oh--this probably has something to do
with him and Charley-girl's fight--about time he let on to what
was going on---
"Whats up, Vin?"
Vinnie looked at his feet. "I was wondering if you could--well---give
me some advice on women.." his voice
was almost a mumble as he said the last part.
Throttle resisted the urge to laugh and look at his younger bro.
"Take you want to know how to patch things up with Charley?"
Vinnie nodded, he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "Yeah.."
"Have you tried apologizing?" Throttle asked.
"Huh?" Vinnie's look was blank.
Throttle sighed. "You know saying your sorry for whatever
you did or said to get her mad to begin with," Seeing Vinnie's
look Throttle sighed. "Haven't tried that yet huh?"
"uhm--nope--haven't tried that--thanks bro.." A very
embarrassed Vinnie walked off to find Charley.
He found her in the living room talking on the phone to Mike.
Making plans for another date. Vinnie almost made a face, but
stop...he had messed up once he wasn't gonna do that again.
As soon as she got off the phone he walked into the room.
"Hey Charley?"
Charley turned an glared at him. "What do you want, Vincent?!
Gonna tell me I can't see Mike again..or lecture me about curfews!!"
Vinnie held his hands up. "Whoa!! Calm down, Charlene!"
Just him calling her that cut short her tirade. "I just wanted
to say I'm sorry for how I acted that night! Okay! I was wrong
and I'm sorry. I had no right to tell you what you could or couldn't
do! If you want to date Mike it's none of my business!! Just don't
be mad at me any more...I can't stand it...you not talking to
me.." by the time he was done apologizing he was looking
at his feet.
Dam, girl, he was just trying to say sorry and YOU bit his
head off...real nice Charley! Charley smiled at Vinnie. She
gave him a hug.
"Thanks Vinnie, you don't know how much that means to me....and
I'm sorry about yelling at you." Charley said.
"Friends?" Vinnie asked.
"Friends." Charley said.
Charley continued to see Mike, steadily for a while. But bit
by bit, she noticed a change in him. He became anger quicker,
was prone to violent gestures. He stated to blow up over the smallest
things. Charley thought it had something to do with Mike's job.
Knowing it was very stressful work that he did. So she excused
his behavior, he hadn't hurt her or anything and she still had
a good time with him.
One night Mike canceled out on a date, because of a meeting, and
Charley was stuck at home. Modo and Throttle had gone to see a
game, but Vinnie had stayed behind proclaim deep disgust at the
abilities of both teams. Vinnie glanced at Charley. Her expression
was sad almost miserable. After her 20th loud sigh, he decided
to take matters into his own hands.
Quickly checking the movie guide, a plan was born. After a quick
phone call, he went back to the living room. Charley sat flipping
through the channels.
"Hey, Charley-girl wanna see a movie?" Vinnie asked.
Man I hope this works, she's getting down right depressing.....why
didn't I try this before she meet that as--cool it Vincent--'member
no bad talk about her main squeeze?
Charley glanced up and shrugged. "Sure why not?" She
grabbed her coat. Anything to get out of the house. And to
stop thinking about Mike and that blonde...
Vinnie thought it was strange she didn't ask what they were going
to see but let it slide. When they got to the theater, Vinnie
made Charley wait where she couldn't hear what movie tickets he
was getting. Charley shrugged but did, so used to now doing what
Mike said to avoid a scene. When they got inside Vinnie insisted
on buying her favorite movie snacks for her. Then he made her
close her eyes so she couldn't see what movie they were going
into.
"Really Vinnie, is this movie really that bad?" She
asked, giggling.
"You can open them now," Vinnie said, sticking his tongue
out at her.
"Hey I saw that!"
"Saw what!?" Vinnie asked innocently.
"You stuck your tongue out at me!!" Charley said.
"Did not!!"
"Did to!!"
"Not!"
"To!"
After several minutes of this back and forth the move final stared.
When Charley saw the title she gasped in happiness.
"Zorro!!! Oh thank you Vinnie!!!" She threw her arm
around his neck and kissed his check. "Your the best Vinnie---Mike
would have never taken me to see this!"
She settled down in her sit happily watching her favorite star
in tight black leather. She hadn't been this happy in a long time.
And neither had Vinnie. Well Mikeie, got one up on you now
don't I buddy boy!!!