UNDERCOVER Geeks with Guns

Chapter 7

I guess I yelped because Adrianna comes rushing into the kitchen.
"What's wrong?" She asks sitting across from me.
"The bombers son is the guy I like." I say bluntly.
Before she can say anything I continue.
"I don't think he knows about his dad because he already told me his parents are divorced because his dad was in jail for 15 years."
I close the folder, slide it across the table to Adrianna, and go to see Boggs.
I find him in his 'office' on the second floor. He's looking at paperwork but glances at me when I walk in.
"Yes."
"Boggs should I try to get in the guys house or should I follow him home or should-"
He interrupts me,
"You should go home with him make up some weird excuse and go search the house. If you find anything contact me."
"And if I don't find anything?" I ask.
"Contact me." He states.
"Ok when should-"
He interrupts me again.
"Try a couple days from now. Maybe next Tuesday." He says the last part like it's not a question.
"Ok. I'll try." I get up and head downstairs.
You know what I'm probably gonna regret this but I've had a stressful day.
I go to the kitchen to make a chocolate milkshake.
I can work it at training when I'm back at the agency.
Woah wait a second. There is no agency in PA anymore.
How in the world am I gonna train or go on missions?!
I rush back upstairs and rush through Boggs door again in a rush.
"Boggs! How in the world are we going to train now that the agency's gone?!"
I say.
He leans back in his chair and looks at me. His expression tells me that he's stressed, busy and thinks I'm an ITIOT for asking this question.
He should know better. Laken Horner is no Idiot.
But he answers anyways.
"We have an emergency agency in PA which is being used by fellow agents right now. You'll train there."
Even though he's in his early thirties he looks like my dad when he's on the phone.
Deadly.
I turn around and head back to the kitchen.
I really need that milkshake now.
******
Right now I'm sitting i the couch eating strawberries and drinking my milkshake while watching Cheaper by the Dozen.
My phone buzzes and I look down to see its from Max. I'm afraid to open it for a slight second but do anyways.

Hey cutie how's it going?
-Max

I'm good. How are you?

I'm fine too.
-Max.

From then on we talk about stupid movies and Disney movies while we quote the songs through text.
Sooner or later I go to bed.
******
THREE DAYS LATER.
Me and Max have gotten to know each other more and I feel like we've been friends forever.
We turned out 'date' on Saturday to just a friendly outing.
It's tonight.
I love roller skating/blading.
It's eleven thirty and I'm sitting on the couch just waiting. I'm wearing jean shorts and a baggy pink t-shirt with the Breast Cancer sign. I think it's a bonus. I also have in pink earrings, a pink ponytail holder, pink nailpolish(very faint) and pink flip flops. All in a light pink. I'm not very big on the color pink. But today it's for a fundraiser that I strongly love to help out.
I'm keeping up the nerd image so I wear my glasses and no makeup. (Like I would wear any anyways).
And i have a strap around my stomach where I have a gun and in my pocket a knife. My earrings are in since I have double piercings so I can wear BOTH pink to celebrate the occasion and the blue sapphire ones with the communication system.
I'm in the middle of The Kill Order when a car outside honks.
Max is here.
I pick my roller skates up(that I bought after I found out about today)
And headed outside.
Maxs' car is a newer black explorer.
"Hop in!" He says out of the car.
I walk over and get in on the passenger side.
Max is wearing a pink t-shirt and light brown kakis and brown tennis shoes.
"Well you clean up nicely." He rem-arks with a grin on his face.
"Wish I could say the same for you." I say jokingly. We both laugh while we head to the roller skating park.
*****
He pulls into the park and we get out.
All I see is pink. Pink EVERYWHERE. This is too much. Toooo much pink...
Well I have a problem..
I focus back on Max and to my surprise I find him really cute.
His hair is shining and the smile on his face is wide with joy. His eyes are sparkling with what seems to be pure happiness. He's never looked like this before. But when we're together I bet I have that same twinkle in my eye.
Over the past years I've felt empty because I've never dated anybody except for one guy who cheated on me but I'll tell you that story later. It's actually pretty funny.
Well ever since then I haven't been all so exited to start dating again because I mean how am I supposed to trust a guy? Is it a feeling in your gut or is that just a warning?
I feel like somebody built a damp around my heart and It feels like a lump of coal. Or like something's blocking it.
Anyways returning to the presence we head over to a bench and sit down.
"Have you ever roller skated before?" He asks untying his shoes.
I'm actually really good at roller skating. I like to go really fast.
"Yeah I really like it." I say.
"Good." He says flashing a smile.
I flash one back and put on my roller skates tying them both up. I stand up and wait for Max.
He stands up too and we both go skating.
About five minutes later I'm whizzing by him and around the ring, swerving past people to avoid a bad collision. I know I'm crazy but that's just who I am. Im crazy.
"Laken stop! Wait up!" Shouts Max from across the room. I skid to a stop and wait for him. He's fumbling around on his skates.
I laugh out loud as he comes rolling up.
"Oh shut up." He mumbles.
I laugh a little longer and then reply.
"Boy am I glad I met you." I giggle.
Yep I giggled. That's rare.
He laughs with me.
He trips alittle and stumbles over himself.
He reaches out and takes my hand.
I guess I look surprised because he quickly says.
"Please. I can't stand straight without some support. Please help me." He says pathetically.
I chuckle while he squeezes tighter around my hand and regains his balance.
We skate along holding hands although I'm not feeling so good about this. There's this swelling feeling inside of me but thens there's something else I recognize.
Regret.
I regret ever meeting this boy. But then again.... He is pretty cool and he does make me feel happy...
Maybe it's not a mistake? But then why is he the son of the guy that bombed my agency?! My second home?!
Anger seeps through me and I drag Max over to the donation booth. I rip out my wallet and write out a check of $1,000. Still in my anger and still holding onto Maxs' hand I place the check in the donation box and head I've to a table.
I plop myself down and motion for Max to sit across from me.
"What's wrong?" He asks.
"Nothing." I spit through gritted teeth.
I get up slowly.
"I'm going to get a snack. You want anything?" I ask.
"No. I'm good." He says.
I walk over and get a fry.
I sit down again across from Max.
"What's wrong?" He asks again.
"Nothing. Just... Was your dad let out of jail recently?" I ask.
He nods his head.
"Yeah. His sentence ended around two weeks ago. But he hasn't come to see me since." He says frowning.
Huh I never realized what it might feel like to have never met your dad because he's in jail.
"Oh sorry I was just wondering." I say sympathetically.
"Eh it's okay. I mean he is a criminal. Sometimes I don't want to see him and sometimes I do." He says.

I just nod my head and stare at him.
He stares back.
I take a fry and push the basket towards him.
"Have some fries." I say.
He takes a couple and stuffs them in his mouth.
"Thanks." He says.
I don't know why I said this at this exact moment but I did.
"Hey can I come to your house next Wednesday?" I ask.
His frown suddenly forms into a bright smile and his eyes light up.
"Yeah! Yeah you can come." He says.
I smile back,
"Thanks." I say.
The silence was nice but he interrupted it.
"So what do you want to do at my house? Watch movies? What do you want for supper?" He asks.
So many questions
"Uhh. We could watch any movie you want and is Chinese takeout alright? I'll pay." I say.
His face looks surprised.
"What?" I ask.
"Nothing just I've never met a girl before that only wants to watch movies and have Chinese!" He says.
"Is that a bad thing?" I wince.
He stares at me in mock disbelief.
"No! It's a good thing! A REALLY good thing! We could watch Disney movies. I know you like them." He says smiling.
"Okay." I smile real big.

Throughout the whole night we ate fries, held hands and when it was all over he drove me home. He even opened the door for me! He walked me to the door and when we were standing there he kissed me on the cheek.
It was a delicate kiss and I can't help saying that at that one moment I wish he had kissed my lips not my cheek.