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It wasn't a real shock to learn of Tobey's higher intelligence. The way he slid his answer in after a test was proff enough to most people, while other need to learn of it first hand, face to metal fist.
Nor was their doubt of his mechanics. His hair alone wafted the scent of motor oil, his lab coat stained and ripped with the same stuff. He rarely got it cleaned, always saying to himself 'Can wait till tomorrow, this first.'
No, what the real shocker to most was his lack of a consistent schedule. To him, life always threw curve balls and wrenches at him too much, a plan would always unravele even if proof checked enough.
So he gave up on planning, he let his gut decide, even if he disagreed. He let it decide on his next robot theme, his next programming project, his next bath!
That last one he sometimes forced, but other then that, he let it decide! And it worked most times. Sure there were a few, tiny, times it put him in deeper shit, but with bad always comes good.
And yet, as of late it seems his gut sense has been failing him. From his first B on a spelling test to his latest plan of destroying the city backfiring on him, it was never the same.
And now here he was, in his room head in hands as he tried to think of something to put his trust in his gut again. But it was just consistently static, tunning out any suggestion for the safety of nothing.
He let out a groun, rubbing his eyes as his glass rested near the clock. This wasn't his first brain funk, no this was one of his hardest.
Tobey stood up, his blonde hair flowing down his back with knots and split ends. Yawning, he glared at the clock that rested on his desk, its green color shifting to form the time '1:37'.
He stretched a bit, arm raised high as a few crack's were herd. He was too exhausted to even check if his alarm was on, his body moving on autopilot towards his fluffed up bed.
As he let his eyes rest for the night, he made an intresting decision, his gut could wake him up. It's school, he won't be mad if he just over sleeped it, though he knows his mother will.
His mind was already out cold when he realized his fate if he messed this up.
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When he awoke once more, his ratted hair stuck in different places and his clothes felt disgusting. His brain took a minute to jumpstart, hand lazily rubbing the sleep out of him. His dark coffee-ground eyes glanced over to his small digital clock.
'7:56' he hummed, his body standing for a minute as he removed his lab coat. Then, his gut kicked in. His face paled as he volted to his left, sweaty palms grasping at the small clock.
A pit formed in his stomach, he was late, and he was in for shit. His brain mulled over ways to get there as he dove into his dresser, clothes being scattered in different places while he speed through them.
'Would my robits be good? No mother just grounded me form them last week' he fumbled to remove his shirt from yesterday. 'Maybe I can call Dr. Two-Brains for a ride?'
He was finally dressed, a clean feeling came rushing over him as he dove into his personal bathroom. 'No he's in jail, god damn cheddar carver machine.' He cursed to no one as he scrubbed his teeth clean.
His brain winced a bit as he tried harder to think, making a list and checking it off as he speed passed his morning routine. 'Mr. Big? Banned from contact after 'borrowing' some parts.'
'Chuck? He doesn't own a car. Butcher? Has a part time job durring school hours.' He ruffled his hair a bit, the list was already too short, but he was already almost done. He bit his inner check as he continued to get ready.
'Granny May? Out on a cruise. Victoria? She hated him too much to agree. His mother?' He shivvered 'Im trying to aviod her! Come the fuck on brain!'
A smack to his head and he was out, the list running empty as he sat still on his bed. Then his view feel to his feet, his socks weren't even matching. He scoffed to himself as he bent down.
His hand stopped short of his target before moving towards a light yellow star sat there on the floor, untouched and layered with dust. He had forgotten about this, a gift from wordgirl for his 14th birthday.
'If you agree to only trash the city once a month' he gently cupped it in his hands while he went down memory lane 'Then you can use this to call me whenever you want.'
It was a sentimental gift, one he cherished deeply, and yet he left it almost under his bed to collect dust. His brain racked around why he was so careless with something like this, a direct way to get her attention, it was something he dreamed deeply for.
He took a sigh, fixed his socks, and sat in thought. His hand resting under his chine while he zoned in and out, the tomb her called his room slowing down around him while he thought.
'When was the last time i even used this?' His brows furrowed, inching closer together. 'I dont think i ever did.'
"Thats impossible right? I mean it's Wordgirl, i must've used it once." He spoke to no one, disbelief for not even remebering such a treasure.
Tobey's mind ran a blank, he had never even tried it! The one person he would kill for some time alone with, his most hated enemy, was just a push away and he never even touched it to sommon her.
His thumb lightly grazed over it, the dust following suit. Bright yellow shone threw as it surrounded the small red button in the middle. He bit his lip 'Does it still even work?'
He pressed the red button, hopeing for it to work before attendance 1st period. His gut prayed that it did.
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Becky Botdford, a young, dark skinned, 17 year old girl sat at her usual morning class seat. Her varsity jacket layed on her chair while she scribbled small doodles on her homework from last night. She swong her legs as her tongue stuck out in concentration as she slowed her wrist movment down for the perfect stroke.
Her brown skirt-short combo began to lightly buzz, on her left leg specifically. She didnt pay much attention, her eyes focused on the small doodles of what looked like her pet Bob.
It stopped for a few seconds, then began, her legs stopped swinging as she finally looked to the sorce. When she had looked, she spotted her two stars attached to her skirt, one vibrating while the other stay stilled.
Her emerald eyes widen, her call to action clicked in, but to what she had no idea. She hadnt picked up on any screams yet, but the alarm was rining, she rubbed her temple, her pencil being set down shortly after.
She stood up, no one batting an eye to her, well except Violet. Her taller, more soft spoken friend looked at her with worry deep in her misty blue eyes. She had known the truth for a while, and yet for Becky it felt just like yesterday when she found out.
Becky tried to give her a reassuring smile before leaving, but it seemed to have been misread. Soon after, the blonde stood up, following Becky to the reporters department. Scoops had allowed the two to enter whenever they needed.
Fishing out the key, they unlocked the door and swiftly rushed in, locking it back into place before Becky finally turned to her pale friend. Even with her mouth covered, Becky could read her expression like a book.
She began to lightly pet her braided hair as she spoke "Is it another attack?" It came out as a hushed whisper, but it still bounced around in the open space.
Becky shook her head "I have no idea Vi," her hand scopped up the still vibrating star. "But I do know i need to figure this out."
She gingerly unhocked the star, befor bringing it up to the two's veiw. It swong open, a small computer device hidden within as the text on screen blinked.
Becky squinted at the screen, mumbling out loud what it said "Tobey's bitch ass alert." She quirked a brow as she looked to her friend, hoping she might know the answer.
Her friend gave her the same look, Violets hands rubbed together as they sat in thought. It was too early for this, but they both knew Becky had too.
Rubbing her face, she reclipped the star to her skirt and placed her hand to her chest. A bright light enveloped the two as Becky changed, her outfit now a red suit.
Her cape waved behind her as she posed. Becky, now Wordgirl, stretched before floating a bit, Violet piping up to talk to her "Well, since it has Tobey's name in it"
Wordgirls hair bounced as they walked to the other side of the room "Why not check if he's up to somthing." Wordgirl nodded, giving her friend a thumbs up as she moved to open the window.
"Already planned on it, if anything he's just throwing a fit over Ms.Harper's upcoming physics exam."
Violet giggled, the 'exam' was more of a project and sadly, Tobey got paired with Becky. "He really just, doesn't like you, huh?"
Wordgirl's lips pursed a bit, already floating out the window. "Hates Becky, Loves Wordgirl." She fanned a bit out "Been like that since 4th or 5th grade."
"Sounds quiet annoying." Violet commented, moving towards the door they came from.
"You learn to live with it. Be back in 5." And just like that, Wordgirl zipped off. The wind pushed into the empty room as the window shut itself. Silence gathered around Violet as she sighed, walking out and locking the doir behind her.
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The brisk morning air hit Wordgirl like a truck, the sun lighlty cascaded the city in orange and yellow hues as she zoomed by. If she stopped, she swore it would have tooken her breathe away.
She shook her head a bit, her hair following the motion. 'C'mon Becky, focuse.' Patting her face, she speed off, the city scape soon turning into a well kept urban neighborhood she called hers.
'No damage outside, so he's gotta be home.' Her mind reasoned as she flew past her home, her monkey laid asleep in bed, snoring. She decided to let him sleep, he was getting to old for this anyway.
The melancholy set in as she zoomed over towards the dark blue house, its cold demeanor off setteling her a bit. She flew towards a rather large window, blue curtains blocked her view from the inside.
She knocked, the glass cold to the touch as she floated their, the sun beat down on her with welcoming warmth. The curtains moved, revealing a tall, dirty blonde. His brown eyes widen while his hands fidgeted with the lock.
It took a minute, Wordgirl float there with her arms crossed as a cold chill ran down her spine. Once open, she moved forward to him, her eyes unamused as she floated in.
The lack of heat in there made her shiver as she turned around to greet the taller man. He stood still, brain fried at the being that looked directly at him, heat pooled on his cheeks at her beauty alone.
"H-Holy shit, it worked." The women glared, arms still crossed and brows furrowed at him.
"What worked?"
"Ah, the um, the button." His hand shot towards her, opening and revealing the dusty star she had given him.
"Oh, OH HOLY SHIT IT'S THAT!" Wordgirl gasped at him, flying a bit up as she took the star in her hands. "I forgot i even gave this to you, why'd you wait to use it?"
He pulled at his collar, its blue fabric stretching with his fingure, "Ah well, I um seem to have forgotten all about it." His face beaded sweat down, still in shock it worked.
"Forgotten, why?"
He froze, her face inched towards him with wonder to his tale. "Um well, uh you see, oh lord." His british toned wavered as he tried to remember, hand scratching the back of his neck in thought.
"I honestly cant remember." He huffed, embarrassment now evident on his cheeks as he moved around a bit. Nervous tick her and there as she scanned his face, finally she relented.
"Alright, then why now?"
He looked at her, the amount if questions she asked starting to tic him. "Aren't you talkative today?"
"Hey! Dont you start, Mr. What you identity?" She jokingly jabbed his chest with her fingure, a smile played on her lips as he stared at her.
"Well sorry for wanting to know you better."
"You can know me better without knowing my identity." She rolled her eyes as she playfully floated a bit, getting eye level with him. She flicked his nose, her tongue stinking out.
"I can, but do i want to? No." He moved, hand taking the star back before placing it on his night stand. "But nows not the time for that, I'm rather patient enough to wait you know."
She quirked a brow, smile still plastered on her complexion, the sun hut her just right enough to make her skin sparkle. Tobey coughed, the blush running back with a vengeance as he turned his face away from her.
"Anyway, I may need your assistance for a hot minute." He moved to his desk, gathering material's and stuffing them into a dark blue bag. Wordgirl moved to him as well, glancing at his horrid mess of a desk.
"All depends, what is it?"
"I need you're help to bring me to school," he moved again, running around and throwing on his shoes before speaking again.
"See my mother, as lovely as she is, would kill me if i happen to have my perfect attendance ruined." He rubbed his glasses, his coffee eyes glancing at her as she stared back.
She blushed a bit, even if they belonged to one villian that she rather despised, they were still rather pretty. She motioned with her hands for him to continue, looking out to the window instead of his captivating eyes.
"So i need you're help with making it to school. Before first period begins." His hand twirled as he turned his lamp off, the room only being visible by the sun.
"What makes you think I know when you're first period begins?"
"Oh please, I've been you're enemy since we were 10 Wordgirl. Give me some credit of narrowing you down to being in my school."
He scoffed, slinging his blue bag over his shoulder as he looked at her. If he could, he freeze time in this moment forever. Before him stood his idol, cheeks tinited a bit red from his accusations.
The sun made her hair vibrate a bronzen color, and her skin glowed against the morning rays. But what realy caught his throat was her eye's, bright red with golden speaks gazed at him, her attention solely pointed at him.
"Huuu, whatever." She bit her lip, he swear his knees went a little week. "I'll help you," her fingure gravitated to his chest "only if you promise to not cause villiany this week, ive got and exam y'know."
The last bit was a mumble, but he got the gist of it. His hand raised next to his head, palm facing her face while the ither hand rested on his chest "McCallister's honor."
She smiled, taking his hand into her's as she guided him to the window. His face was beet red as he looked out, the grass below the two blew in the chill as she floated out to ahead.
"Are you ready?" He glanced over at his clock, 8:06 "It's now or death, so yes." He shot fingure guns in her direction, the lingering embarrassment hitting ten fold as she giggled.
"Then hold on tight." She moved closer to him again, grabbing him bridal style as he yelped. His eyes locked onto her face, memorized by her features alone.
The air was taken from him as they zipped, the world zooming past his vision in one hit. It onlt took a second, but he now stood infront of the schools entrance, the building towering over the two.
She set him down, his legs wobbled a bit, but were for the most part alright as he walked into the building. Turning back to her and mouthing a thank you as he entered.
She smiled, waving till he went in. As the door closed, she zoomed over to the report room window, opening it and entering into the empty room.
Detransforming, she hurried to her first period class, the bell ringing loudly in her ears. She covered them as she ran past Tobey, his coffee eyes looking at her with confusion before continuing his fast pace walk to his class.
She gave him a light wave, followed by a smile as she rounded the corner to her class, making it as the bell ended. Violets worried gaze landed on her as she walked back to her desk, leatherman jacket still resting one her chair with her homework left untouched.