Rebel Rebel Part 1

The condo had been a treasure trove of the past. Nikka didn’t really remember much from being on the East Coast she was still small when they packed up and hauled it to Cali. Memory card chock full of images, holo photos, and even some classic printouts! There were even a couple of cameras. Old ones but they still worked. One even used film! Where the hell would she even find film? The other at least was digital, which would be easier to use till she could source film. There would be internet searches later. What had been most revealing was seeing Nikes at her age!

Nikka had only really known NIke as the responsible eldest/mom. She never fathom her in leather and scandalously short skirt with heavy makeup. On the one hand, it was absolutely fuel to remind Nike what she was like the next time she got on her high horse but also … it was kind of nice to see her as her sister. Though it almost looked like she was raised somewhat feral. How she became so domesticated and responsible she would never know.

The best part was a lot of the same cloth had been bagged up and box in the closet. It was a stark contrast to Nikka colorful style but she was seriously vibing with it and a little updated and she could rock a vintage look.

No … she was one hundred percent going to rock the vintage look! Bedside. Nikita said it was okay so that counted! Nikka held up a plaid mini skirt. Mini skirt was generous. There was no way one could wear that and not be flashing your undies with every step. Nike looked down at the picture. Yep. She was not wearing spanks. Nikka had a cat-like grin on going through a box of accessories.

“Nikka has been quiet for too long …” Bishop said suspiciously looking at her closed door.

Nike had been trying to follow a recipe she found online for an Asian inspired chicken with a sticky honey sauce. She stared at the pot, deciding she had the sticky part down pat. “Hmm?” She asked, adding a little too much red pepper. “Nikka! Come have dinner!” She called. “If she’s not out in three minutes, throw a shoe at the door. That usually works.”

“Is it possible to appreciate not having siblings but at the same time wish I had at least one to throw a shoe at?” Bishop chuckled trotting off to the shoe rack picking his footwear of choice to toss. He patiently waited looking at his watch.

Time ticked by agonizingly slow as Bishop prepared to toss he reared it back about to toss and …. The door opened.

“Close the door Nikka so I can throw a shoe at it!” Bishop huffed.

“What. The. Hell.” Nikka blinked.

“He’s an only child,” Nike said, as if that would explain it all. “Come, sit, eat.”

“I was about to get a sibling experience!” Bishop playfully complained.

“Bishop you need more hobbies.” Nikka said in a sage-like tone

“My understanding is that throwing a shoe at the door accurately is a hobby.” Bishop chuckled as they all took a seat.

“Nike. Bishop needs a hobby. Possibly a sibling.” Nikka said looking at dinner.

“I’ll speak to his parents,” Nike said, setting dinner on the table. “And maybe pick up some origami paper at the craft store,” she teased.

“I can do origami … “ Bishop chuckled nodding his head thoughtfully. “... Origami a shoe to throw at your door.”

Nikka couldn't help but laugh. “Oh speaking of craft store! Do you think they might have a film? Like camera film?”

“Most likely,” Nike answered. “Why do you need that of all things?”

Nikka reached over to put food on her plate. “Digging around some box and cleaning up and … found a camera … and you know. Haven't used one that uses film.”

“Awe, are the things we did at her age coming back around to be cool again? Ugh … wait … no … that's not good, that means we're old!” Bishop said, putting a spoonful of rice on his plate.

“The camera,” Nike said pointedly, bumping her shoulder into Bishop, “belonged to our dad. It’s an SLR. To this day he hates the fact that phones have these great cameras on them, and refuses to use them.”

“Well then I am sure he won't mind if I commandeer it for the rave tonight. Also I'm going to a rave tonight.” Nikka said with a bright smile.

“Will the Skye’s be there?” Nike asked warily, reaching for her phone to double check.

Nikka shrugged. “I dunno … was that a requirement?” She said taking a bite of her food.

“One hundred percent a requirement,” Nike asserted, sitting down across from Bishop. “No Cyd, No Mathias, no go.”

“What? Why?” Nikka said making a face. “Did dad only make you go to raves with the Sykes?” She asked straight faced.

Bishop stayed quiet knowing to stay out this.

“No, he said no to the raves all together. I’m saying you can go, but only if the Skye’s are going to be there,” Nike replied, stabbing a piece of chicken with her fork.

“But you still went.” Nikka noted, poking her.

“I did, but only to raves that the Skye’s went to,” Nike repeated.

“You mean your boyfriend at the time and sister who where the same age as you.” Nikka interjected.

“And their little brother, who was a year younger than Nikita.” Nike added. “They throw better raves, and if anything goes down, I know Mathias will get you out of there.”

“So your expecting the Skyes to babysit me?” Nikka frowned. “Little old for a babysitter. Can I just do what you did nd get a boyfriend to take me with him?”

Bishop choked on his drink.

“You get a trustworthy boyfriend, and he can take you with him,” Nike told her. Nikka was sixteen after all, old enough to date, but still pretty naive about the sprawl, Nike figured.”Until then? The Skye’s are nonnegotiable. Not babysitters, think of it more like.. Backup. They didn’t crowd you last rave, did they?”

“You were there!” Nikka said exasperated. “Course there not going to crowd.” She let out a huff tapping on her phone. They wanted a Skye she could get a Skye. “Fine. Whatever.” She rolled her eyes.

“Angst,” Nike told Bishop with a shake of her head. Nikka wanted to rage against a machine, not realizing there was no machine to rage against.

“And I am back to loving being an only child.” Bishop noted.

“Is this cuz I didn’t let you throw a shoe at my door?” Nikka said flatly.

“Sure.” Bishop said innocently.

“I’ll give Mathias a call if you want,” Nike offered.

“Already took care of it. I’m a big girl.” Nikka said irritably.

“All right. Where and when?” Nike pressed.

Nikka gave a long ‘ugh’ sound. As she sent her a copy of the digital flyer. “Roachtown, Block party by the pier. You geotag me too?” Nikka said dramatically.

“Should I?” Nike teased.

“You may need to …” Bishop snarked.

“You could try.” Nikka snorted with a lopsided smile. “But then I would put it on a cat and leave you wondering how I'm running around the city so damn fast.” She snickered.

“There is a very lame pun lurking around here I just haven’t found it yet!” Bishop chuckled.

“Rookie mistake,” Nike said, shaking her head. “Just leave your phone on, in case of emergency, if one of us needs to reach you.”

“Aw and here I was thinking of using a flare gun.” Nikka joked.