MISFITS- Nathan Young

Superpowers

"C'mon, it might work." Annabelle coaxed the next day during a break they had between work. She'd been trying to convince Nathan to let her blindfold him and throw things at him. Part of her was just trying to help, but the other part definitely just wanted the excuse to start throwing things at Nathan to make up for the stupid shit he'd said before.

The curly haired man wrinkled his nose up. "No! You're the one with the whole... X-ray shit." He attempted to wave her off. Annabelle scoffed a little. He had a point there. But she shook her head. "Yeah, but... maybe it's like, you can sense things." She offered up with a shrug.

He made a face at her, squinting suspiciously. "You sure you don't just want an excuse to hit me?" He asked slowly. She nodded quickly.

"Course I am. Ya think I'd want to hit ya just because?

"Yes!"

Annabelle shrugged slightly and smiled. Nathan eyed her for a few more moments before he sighed deeply. "Ah, Jaysus. Fine." He shook his head a little in what might have been exasperation. Slapping his hands down dramatically onto the cushion of the chair he'd been sitting on, he pushed himself to stand. She followed quickly, hopping up with a little too much excitement.

He peered down at her, tilting his head a bit. "You feelin' any better?" He questioned. She figured he was asking about the massive hangover she'd had when she'd shown up to community service with. Her head had been pounding like crazy and she hadn't even bothered to redo her makeup, which left her with smeared eyeliner and mascara that made her look like a raccoon according to Kelly.

The woman nodded a little, lifting a hand to run it through her hair. "Yeah. Took some painkillers earlier." She confirmed. Neither of them had mentioned what they knew had happened the night before. It would only bring up more of those stupid complicated feelings.

Nathan gave a slight nod before sticking his hands in the pockets of his jumpsuit. She gestured for him to follow her before heading back inside. He followed her into the storeroom, where she rummaged around for things she could throw. She settled on a few paddles that were used for table tennis along with tennis balls.

"Here," She turned to show him what she'd picked up, an innocent smile on her face. Nathan gaped at her, his brows furrowing a little as if he were deeply offended. "That's gonna hurt!" He yelped. Annabelle merely shrugged.

"Not if you can sense it before it hits you."

He squinted at her. She only continued to smile.

Then the taller man groaned, lolling his head back and tossing his hands up in surrender. "Fine! Fine. But I don't think yeh really have my best interest at heart here!" He commented and pointed a finger at her accusingly.

Annabelle didn't respond. Instead she turned to look around for anything she could use to blindfold him. It took a bit of searching and rummaging, but she did eventually find a stray piece of cloth that was haphazardly tossed on one of the shelves between a few boxes.

She chuckled quietly, turning around to hold it up to him. "Y'think this'll work?" She raised her brows, making him stare at her like she'd grown another head before he laughed. "Where did you find that?" He mused, reaching out to take the black fabric from her. She shrugged, jerking her head to the side where she'd spotted the thing.

He followed her gaze before he laughed even more. "Oh, someone's definitely wanked off on this. Y'think there's cum on it?" He asked with his usual amused little grin. Annabelle snorted. "Probably. But it's the only thing we've got."

"Eh. Wouldn't be the first time I've gotten cum on my face."

"You're so wrong, y'know that?"

Nathan merely grinned at her. She then led him outside, out to a spot by the stairs that was a little more open than the rest of the yard. She and Kelly had snuck off a few times while they were supposed to be cleaning off graffiti to smoke, since it was fairly hidden and Sally probably wouldn't come running around to find them.