Spitfire stood in her towel, checking herself out in the bedroom mirror. It wasn’t unlike her to stand naked for a while after her morning shower. She looked at the wall-sized mirror and stared at her toned legs, her firm hips, flat stomach, and plump breasts.

"Damn, I'm hot!" Spitfire said as she checked out her tight ass.

Her vanity mirror was the biggest thing in her apartment. It was in a tiny apartment complex near Crystal Prep Academy, barely having a bedroom, bathroom, and living room with kitchen built in. For being one of the best athletes to come out of Cloudsdale, she definitely didn't get paid much. She only had enough for rent and necessities. Her apartment consisted of a worn-out couch, a 48" television, a two person dining table with chairs, a queen-sized bed, her laptop (probably the most expensive thing in the condo), and things to cook in. Not that she did.

Spitfire stared at the pale yellow discoloration on her cheek that came with the burn mark a certain bombshell gave her about three weeks ago, her thoughts aimlessly wandering as she looked at the scar.

'I wonder how Adagio is doing. Come to think of it, I have her number now.. maybe we can go out and get dinner, maybe go out for a few drinks again,' Spitfire wondered, her eyes locked on the scar. 'That's it, I'm calling her.'

The naked girl picked up her phone, searching the contacts before she got to 'Dagi the Hottie'. "555-0315," Spitfire mumbled as she dialed the phone and clicked the green call button.

The phone rang once.
Twice.
Three times.

It rang a total of seven times before it went to voicemail.

"This is Adagio Dazzle. If you have my number, that means you're lucky.. or it's you two. And if this is Sonata, no, I will not pick you up. Call Aria." Then a high-pitched beep before silence.

"O-oh hey, Adagio! It's Spitwad, remember me? The girl from the bar? Well, y'see, I'm kinda bored and I was wondering if we could hang out? Maybe get some dinner and a few drinks? Maybe? A-anyway.. call me back when you get the chance. Or text me. Whichever works." the mohawk-sporting girl hung up, her hands shaky.

"What's wrong with me!? I just sounded so nervous! What happened to my attitude?! My confidence?! Ugh, Spitfire you totally--" a loud ring interrupted her self-scolding as she jumped, nearly dropping the cell phone in her hand.

"Hello?" she answered, resolving the former argument with herself.

"You called me?"

As soon as she heard the tone, Spitfire knew who it was.

"Hey Adagio, so I was wondering--"

"You want to go out with me, I know. I heard the voicemail as soon as you left it. I just chose not to answer it," Adagio stated matter-of-factly, it was like you could hear the grin on her face.

"So... yeah. Yep. I want to go out with you.. kind of like a date? You free tonight?" Spitfire gulped, then immediately hoped the blonde on the other end didn't catch that tell-tale sign of anxiety.

"Hmm.. well, let me check my plans for this evening," the siren sneered, pausing and rustling some papers to make the lie that she was "checking her schedule" seem more believable.

And damn did it work. Spitfire broke out in a cold sweat, even though she knew Adagio was faking every bit of the "searching".

"I suppose I can move things around," the Dazzling finally stated, still obviously smirking.

"All right, sweet! So I'll pick you up at 8?" Spitfire felt a bit of confidence return, she sighed in relief.

"Fine. But don't expect me to pay for this all, Spitwad. Pick me up at my apartment. Goodbye," Adagio hung up.

Spitfire stared at her phone screen for a moment, opening her messages and searching, clicking a contact named 'Best Bitch' and quickly texting her.

"Fleet, I need your help, come over."

Spitfire was wearing a bra and panties, pacing around her living room. She didn't understand why she was so nervous, but wondering would have to wait. At that moment, she heard a motorcycle pull up by the flat. She knew who it was, but she looked out the window just to check. Fleetfoot was parking her bike, carrying the helmet she wore as she buzzed the doorbell at the main entrance.

"Yo, Spitfire. It's me, open up," Fleetfoot said into the microphone.

Spitfire leisurely pressed the button to open the door, unlocking the apartment door and returning to her anxious pacing. She bit her thumb's nail as she waited for Fleetfoot to come up the three flights of stairs. She was worried that her skydiving partner would not take her seriously. Spitfire's thoughts wandered once again, and like recently, she regretted letting them.

"What if she laughs at me? I mean, I jump out of planes and pilot them. Why should I be afraid of a girl?" Spitfire asked herself.

Well, afraid wasn't the word. More like... intimidated. No girl ever tried to dominate over the rambunctious athlete. They would never try to one-up her, and they certainly wouldn't intimidate her. She was always in charge. Not her partner. So the whole idea of being at someone else's mercy was foreign to her.

Her train of thought was derailed once more as the door flung open and Fleetfoot walked into the tiny area.

"So, what's the emergency? You lose your hair gel?" Fleetfoot snickered, pointing at the usually fiery mohawk, but the strands of limp hair that were covering her face indicated she had not styled it today.

"No. I didn't. I just.. Fleet, I'm having a difficult time figuring something out," Spitfire admitted, taking a seat.

"Well, if it's serious enough that you need me, I'm all ears," the blue-skinned girl sat by her best friend, giving a sympathetic smile.

"I'm.. I have a date tonight. With a girl named Adagio. I'm really nervous, and I don't understand why!" the athlete growled in frustration, gritting her teeth.

"..that's it?"

Spitfire looked up at Fleetfoot, who was obviously holding back a laugh. She stood up fast, glaring at Fleetfoot.

"You laugh, I forget to pack your parachute," Spitfire threatened, giving a stern look to her friend.

"Okay, okay, chill. So, what's up with you? Is this chick a total bimbo, is that why?" Fleet asked, curious.

"No, that's just it.. she's brilliant. Intelligent, and she knows it. The way her hair flows with those curly locks.. the smirk on her face when she knows she is getting what she wants. They way her eyes shine in the light, the flicker of green I see in her pupil at times, Faust, everything I remember about Adagio just makes me... crazy. She's so gorgeous, and I've got a date with her tonight," Spitfire trailed off, a goofy smile on her face.

Fleetfoot sat in silence, not from the awkward way her best friend just talked about a girl, but from the shock. Spitfire had flings, sure, but she never talked about a girl this way. It reminded her of how she talked to Soarin about Night Glider.

After a few minutes of silence, she finally started to talk again.

"Have you thought that this anxiety is caused by you gaining feelings for this chick?" Fleetfoot inquired, still somewhat shocked by the way Spitfire spoke of this girl.

"What? No, of course not! I'm just trying to get more out of her! Like all the other girls, 'cause she isn't anything special to me! She's just a beautiful, sexy girl I picked up at a bar.. long legs... pretty face.. totally rockin' body..." Spitfire was trailing off once again, before she snapped back to reality.

"Yeah, totally not crushin' on her, are you?" Fleetfoot snorted a laugh, bursting into a giggle fit.

"Shut up! You'd fall for her too, if you spent the night with her!" Spitfire growled at Fleet, rolling her eyes.

"Okay, so why did you call me here? Besides unloading your growing affection for a girl you met a month ago," the blue athlete finally asked, wiping a tear.

"I need help picking out an outfit that says "I'm in charge, deal with it." Spitfire looked at Fleetfoot, who returned it with an eyebrow raise.

"Seems easy enough," she stood and they both walked to Spitfire's room.

Three hours later, Spitfire was finally content with her look, and rushing to leave the apartment.

"Shit, it's 7:30, I gotta get going! Thanks Fleet, I owe ya!" she yelled as she ran out of the apartment, slamming the door.

"Well, if you owe me, I'm raiding your fridge and your Netflix."

Author's Note

Another forced chapter.

~~I apologize greatly~~