Your Stupid Face

Disastrous Double Date

Alex smoothed his blonde hair back carefully as he looked himself over in the mirror. He was dressed to kill, only today, that wasn't literal. He wore a black, satin lined vest over a deep red shirt, black slacks and shined shoes. Silver chains accented the outfit, ensuring that he would stand out, though he still wore his glasses to hide his unnatural eyes

Today was his first date with Morgan, and he wanted to make a good first impression. No powers were allowed, but still, Alex had managed to put together a date that was guaranteed to have the little farmhand swooning.

Satisfied with his appearance, Alex turned and moved towards the front door.

"You look Spiffy!"

Alex paused at the sound of his mother's voice and he turned to see her standing in the kitchen door, drying her hand on a cloth. An amused smile was on her face as she looked her son over. "What are you all dressed up for?"

The villain swallowed hard, clearing his throat. "Well... I uh..." He hadn't considered his mother questioning his plans. "I thought about what you said the other day... about being nicer to Morgan."

Mrs. Stewart propped her hands on her hips, arching a brow. "And?"

"And I think you had a point." Alex said, squaring his shoulders again. "I misjudged them, and it wasn't fair. So, I offered to take them out tonight for dinner to try and make amends... Maybe get to know them a bit better."

A warm smile spread across the woman's face. "That's my boy." She said, stepping forward to place a gentle pat on his cheek. "I really do think you two would be good friends if given the chance."

Alex slowly nodded, mirroring her warm smile. "I think you're right, Mom."

"I'm always right, dear." Mrs. Stewart said, reaching up on her tiptoes to kiss his forehead. "Now, go have a nice time." She said, before starting away.

With a deep breath to steady himself, Alex pushed out the door. He had to play this very carefully, or his parents would never forgive him.

It was ok. He had a plan. He just had to stay focused.

Alex brought his car up to the guest house and stepped up onto the porch. As he approached the door, he felt a board shift under his foot.

He stepped back just in time to avoid a pendulum of metal spikes that swung down from the roof, feeling the wind from it as he shook his head in irritation. "Fucking traps." He hissed, stepping up again and reaching for the door.

Before he could knock, he was hit from the side, spikes piercing into his chest and ruining his clothes. "Fuck!" he hissed, finding himself pinned as the door slowly opened.

"Did you really think it was just going stay up there after you triggered it?"

Alex couldn't see Morgan past the trap, but he could hear the smug smirk in their voice. "Very funny." He hissed, teleporting out and fixing his clothes. He turned to face Morgan and paused at the sight. They were clean, their curly hair hanging in an attractive mop around a face accented with light makeup. Their clothes were fresh and unwrinkled, a button down shirt, and boot cut jeans, and they had a new pair of tennis shoes on.

They looked nice, but it wasn't what Alex expected when going to a fancy restaurant. "That's what you're wearing?" He didn't mean to give voice to the thought, and yet it landed in the air between them.

The way Morgan's whole demeanor darkened, Alex knew he'd fucked up. "Fine, go by yourself." The farmhand hissed, waving dismissively and turning to go back inside.