Rebel Rebel Part 5 - Flying Solo

“Absolutely.” Nike agreed. “Go like this.” She pursed her lips together so Nikka would do the same.

Nikka obeyed pursing her lips. First has experience beats an online tutorial any day!

Nike pained Nikka’s lips a bright pink to match her shirt. She brushed on contour, blush and mascara.

When Nike was done Nikka was admiring herself brightly in the mirror. “That looks so cool!” Her voice was so high it squeaked. There was definitely a mismatch in her bubbly joyful attitude and the punk gothic attire she was trying to adopt.

“Don’t forget,” Nike said, sliding the black and red cuff onto NIkka’s wrist. “And, perfect. Don’t trade that cuff, okay?”

“I won't.” Nikka said looking at the black and red skull cuff. “Does it mean anything special or just cool as hell passing of candy from big sister to little?”

“Cool as hell,” Nike replied. “It’s special, because not everyone has one like this.” It was half true, anyway.

“Yea?” Nikka puffed a bit. “Okay. Cool.” She said brightly as, they put some final touches on. Nikka was just getting more and more excited, sink or swim she was thrilled trying something new!

“Mathias picking you up?” Nike asked after a brief pause.

“Why would he pick me up? I know how to get there just fine.”Nikka chuckled giving herself a once over trying not to sweat.

“Just something he usually does. Walking alone? This time of night?” Nike shook her head.

“Don’t worry so much besides I’ll be … buddying up with Serena!” Nikka reassured. “And I’m sure you walked alone, at night, way younger then me.” She pointed out.

“That was different,” Nike assured her. It wasn’t, not really, but Nikka just seems so much younger than she did when she was sixteen. “And Mathias used to pick me up.”

“Sure, he was your boyfriend at the time.” Nikka said as if that obvious. “And yea it is different. I don’t have a boyfriend yet.” She added astutely. “But hopefully soon!”

“Why are you in a rush for a boyfriend?” Nike asked.

“You're seriously asking why when you have Bishop in the other room setting up movies for a night of cuddling and possible other adult entertainment?” Nikka said flatly. “And yes. I scotch guarded the couch.”

Nike gave her a flat look. “Not every guy is Bishop,” she reminded her sister. “Most of them don’t come out of the box like that. There’s a lot of assembly required.”

“Was there assembly with Mathias?” NIkkas asked. She saw the picture. All the leather and guyliner was definitely someone she would have not brought home to there father.

“No, but… that was different, too,” Nike said, knowing how lame that argument sounded. “I’m not against you having a boyfriend, just… having a boyfriend for boyfriend’s sake, does that make sense?” She asked. “Don’t just get a boyfriend to have a boyfriend. Get a boyfriend if he’s the right boy.”

“Seriously. You jumped from one perfectly assembled teenage romance to another perfectly assembled wholesome adult boyfriend?” Nikka said skeptically. “Don’t worry if he happens to have a neck tattoo, I'll warn you first.” She joked. Sort of.

“Tattoos are fine,” Nike told her. “No judging books by their covers, Cyd has tats. And I’m not saying don’t have a boyfriend. I’m just saying don’t get serious unless he’s worth getting serious with. Maybe… you’ll have my kind of luck.”

“Not all of us can have epic romances but who know. I’ll just settle for a guy who I can have fun with for them moment. Serious sounds to … serious.” Nikka shrugged.

“Not too much fun,” Nike reminded her. “No baby car seats. Protection, do you want to bring some, just in case?” She felt like she’d swallowed ice, but she also wasn’t stupid. She was younger than Nikka when she and Mathias were together for the first time. And it was better to be proactive. Safe.

“I know, I know. The cyclone isn’t equipped for that kind fo stuff. Yet.” Nikka smirked. “To be like fully transparent … I wasn’t even thinking that, more like hanging out, going to rave and playing video games but if that's on the table I mean …” Nikka trailed off with a shrug.

“If you're asking if I want it on the table? No, I mean, I knew Mathias a few months before we hooked up like that. But, I would rather you be safe. The only one who knows the right person and time is you.” Nike told her, tugging on her multi-colored ponytail. “I’m not stupid enough to think what I think matters in any kind of way.”

“Why wouldn’t it? Jokes aside … it does and Nikita doesn't say it but I know it matters to her too. She could just have up and gone to jet set of to a tropical island but she ask cuz she really wanted you to be okay with it.” Nikka confessed. “Also you kinda have set a real high so you little sister might appreciate it if you at least pretend on occasion you didn't have the perfect relationship straight out of a movie? Or fake a fight? No? Never hurts to ask.” She said unable to keep herself from smirking.

Nike laughed. “Here’s the thing. I trust you. I may not trust the guy with the neck tattoo, but if you do, if he makes you happy, it sounds lame, but that’s what I want. Same for Nikita. Did I want her to go to some remote island full of rich playboys? No. But she can make her own decisions, and I will back her because that’s what family does. All of Klaus’ stomping and demanding I drop Mathias, didn’t work, and it just made me feel alone and resentful. I wouldn’t do that to Nikita, I won’t do that to you. My opinion is that you shouldn’t sleep with a guy just to have a guy. If you find a guy and you know him, he knows you and you want to share that with him, you’re not a baby. You’ll make the best decision for you. And if it turns out to be a bad decision…. We can sick both Bishop and Mathias on him. Ask him about Mr. Wacky sometime.”

“And above all. No Babies.” Nikka said with a chuckle. “Also … who?” She asked, scrunching her nose. “That's such a weird name. Is that a rave name or something?”

“Hah! No, it’s what he calls his baseball bat. Speaking of, you’re going to need a rave name at some point. Like Mathias is Candyman. Cyd is DJ Digi Kitty.”

“There a story behind that your going to need to tell me sometime.” Nikka said both eyebrows up. “Much like a boyfriend. A rave name will come in time but sure when it strike me … you’ll be the first to know.” She promised as her phone dinged. “Oh! I gotta get going! Wish me luck! I promise to have lots of fun and be back before the sun is up! And I have plenty of charge! I promise I’ll give updates and if i feel crazy i’ll send a pic!” Nikka said scrambling for her camera and a leather cross body bag she was planning on using. “Did that cover everything?” She paused thinking. “I think so …”

“Say hi to Mathias and Cyd for me,” Nike said, holding out a cred stick. “Remember, only buy from Mathias. There’s a lot of shit out there that can fuck you up. But have fun, okay?”

“I will I will!” She gave her sister a quick hug. “From Mathias and no one else. Beside he's the only ones that does the red … thingies.” Nikka saide practically skipping out the door. “Bye Bishop! Dont wait up!”

“Have fun!” Bishop waved. He waited till the door closed before turning to Nike. “Okay be honest. Did a manic pixie punk just run out the door or did I fall asleep on the couch?”

“It could have been so much worse,” Nike laughed. “Manic pixie vs Sheena the punk rocker. I’ll have to burn a lot of things before she gets back. But for now?” She smiled, settling into his outstretched arms as she sank onto the couch. “I’m looking forward to some me and you alone time.”

“Oh it can't be that bad!”Bishop said as they cuddled up for the movie. “At least you got to be the cool big sister.”

“For once,” Nike chuckled. If Nikita were home, Nikka would be all about whatever Nikita’s opinion was. For now, while the natural order was interrupted, she’d enjoy it while she could. And she would also enjoy the impending alone time with Bishop, even if no triple features were watched in their entirety.

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