The Adventures of Mahogany Lynn and Blayde Nashton: Secrets (On Hold)

Chapter One

Mahogany glanced out the window. To her dismay, it was still raining. How could any day be so..boring? It's true. We all see rainy days sometimes. But this was ridiculous. It's like there were angels in heaven who decided to go bowling, and every time they knocked over a bowling pin it would bring a house sized bucket of water down onto earth. If that's the case, angels must be really good at bowling.

Maybe she should go and see if her self defense teacher had any time for extra practice, but then again, even self defense was boring after the excitement of Egypt. Besides, her leg and wrist weren't completely healed yet.

Since she got home, Mahogany didn't know what to do any more. She used to love just doing normal things, but she never missed them when she stopped. It was time for a change. Maybe some of Blayde's sarcasm would cheer her up.

Mahogany: Blayde? Ya there?

Blayde: Yeah what's up

Mahogany: The sky

Blayde: Lol no really what's going on

Mahogany: I'm bored

Blayde: Ohhh OK then

Mahogany: What do you mean by that

Blayde: I mean, "I know what you're thinking"

Mahogany: No you don't! You do not know me that well!

Blayde: Says who?

Mahogany: Says me!

Blayde: see? Says you.

Mahogany: Uuurrrgh...!

Blayde: Yep. I'm right. By the way you sound constipated when I read it like that...

Mahogany: Well I was going to ask you something but since you're being sarcastic I don't think I'll ask after all. And it was meant to convey frustration -_-

Blayde: You mean ask "after all?" Like that?

Mahogany: No! It's not a date -.-'

Blayde: OK OK just ask already! I'm reading your texts (obviously!)

Mahogany: Are you hungry?

Blayde: YES!

Mahogany: Do you wanna come over and raid the fridge?

Blayde: PLEASE YES

Mahogany: OK then get your brainless self over here

Mahogany tapped the "home" button on her phone and set it down while she waited for Blayde to get there.

"Five, four, three, two-"

"I'm here!" Blayde exclaimed as he burst though the unlocked door.

"You could knock, you know."

"Yeah but that takes all the fun out of bursting in. Like really, who comes up to a door and asks to come in before opening the door and yelling that they've arrived?"

"Me."

"Well than you're just weird."

"Thank you very much."

Blayde turned on his heel and made a beeline for the kitchen so he could raid the refrigerator. He looked in all the drawers and shelves, finding very little that appealed to him. In other words, most of it was not junk food.

"Hey Mahogany, can I raid the cabinets instead? The stuff in your fridge is too healthy."

"Sure. But not the cereal, okay?"

"What?! Why?"

"Because you love cereal and I don't want you eating mine."

Blayde turned back to the cabinets, grabbed a box of frosted mini-wheats and ran straight though the living room where Mahogany was sitting.

"Blayde you get back here with those mini-wheats right now!"

"Oh crudmuffins why can't you be fun?"

"Because I'm a boring person in your opinion and I'd like to keep it that way so hand over the cereal, right now."

Mahogany said it with such authority and force that Blayde almost dropped the cereal box and ran, but he decided to clutch the box like a teddy bear instead.

"Blayde,"

"What?"

"What the potato are you doing?"

"Hugging mini-wheats?"

Mahogany lunged for the box, but she missed by inches. Then she thought of something...what would he not expect her to do? Let's see..she was considered a brainiac, people knew she had a temper, people thought she was weird. Mahogany turned to her best option in this case. Her leg flew up to break the bond his arms had over the box of cereal, forcing him to drop the box. As soon as it hit the floor, she used her foot to drag it across the floor.

The slightly less neat looking box was finally safe once again, but Blayde wasn't. Mahogany's fists were like guided missiles aimed at his chest and stomach. By the time she was done, he was on the floor with her foot resting on his stomach.

While he was worn out, Mahogany didn't seem tired at all except for being a little bit out of breath. Life is good, Mahogany thought.

"How did you do that?" Blayde asked with wide eyes, as if he had just seen Mahogany turn into a werewolf or something.

"Do what?"

"The thing with the thing where you went like this," he punched in the air, "and that!" He tried to get his leg up to where she had hers, but he was one the floor again as soon as he tried. "Oooouuuch... That was painful. I'm never doing that again."

Mahogany burst out laughing at this, not caring about whether Blayde found it funny. She had been bored all afternoon, and this was exactly what she had hoped would happen.

Blayde looked like he had just been hit in the gut with a truck, but more like he was happy to have been hit in the gut with a truck. He wasn't sure what he had done to make Mahogany laugh so hard, but if it was getting beaten up, he'd do it over and over again. It didn't hurt so bad, especially when it made people laugh.

Where had she learned to do that anyway?

"Mahogany? Where'd you learn to do that??"

"Self defense classes. Easy."

"Oh.."

"Wanna learn?"

"Um..sure.."

Blayde wasn't sure about having a girl-Mahogany in particular-teaching him to fight like she did. He wondered though, what would happen if she had him use those techniques on her? What if he accidentally hurt someone? What if he accidentally hurt Mahogany? He shoved the thoughts away as he got into what he thought was the correct way to stand when you fight. His legs were far apart, but his knees were locked and he was standing up too straight. He looked like a manga character that had just won a battle, but not someone who was being careful.

Mahogany kicked the back of his knee just hard enough that he fell  to the ground with very little effort from Mahogany.

This is when he knew it would be a long lesson.