//------------------------------// // Awkward conversation // Story: Spike Is Screwed // by Geoice //------------------------------// ‘Well… at least she’s more decent to him compared to what happen two years ago,’ a figure thought in the far back seats of the restaurant. “It’s off to a rough start, but this might actually turn into something big.” her pink hair bouncing between giggles. “Though I don’t think she has any intention of letting Spike be dominant by the looks of it,” she grinned. “That shouldn’t be a problem at all. Well… except maybe when he turns eighteen, then things might stir up a bit for him.” She cover her mouth with her hand, preventing herself from blowing her cover. “We would just have to wait and see…” She said with a sinister grin lifting her right leg over left, staring at the two individuals. “They just need the right… push.” Spike and Gilda felt a cold shiver down their spines, despite being inside a place with people everywhere. They couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched.  They both turned over to the booth where they thought the odd feel was rendering from, but the seat was empty.  All that was there was a single purple cupcake on the table. “Did you feel that too?” Spike asked. “Yeah, I did” Gilda muttered rubbing her eyes. “It felt very disturbing. Like the first and last time I watched a Jason Voorhees movie.” “For me it was like a nightmare I had once.” Said Spike, he shivered remembering the details. “It was about making Cupcakes and Pinkie Pie.” Gilda raised an eyebrow, “That doesn’t sound like a nightmare. Its sounds more like a banned baking commercial for being too annoying.” She said crossing her arms. “Oh yeah,” Spike said in a neutral tone. “You try to be the super-duper fun filled Ingredient to her cupcakes.” A shiver seem to permeate his body. “ I'll never look at a melon baller the same way again..."  Spike finished with a huff.   “Um…” Gilda raised an eyebrow. “Are you ok? Did you get hit hard in the head or something, because she doesn’t look scary at all? Not with all that pink she has on her and puffy hair. Is your head screwed on right dweeb?” She nudged the top of the short teens head, ruffing his hair. Spike slapped her hand off head, “Hey! I had nightmares for weeks because of that. Do you have any idea how hard it was not to have a nervous breakdown when I got near a cupcake? Or having the feeling that someone was watching you through your window when you sleep at night.” Gilda laughed and ruffled his hair much to his dismay, “Whatever you say shorty. I bet you would’ve made a tasty batch of cupcakes.” She gagged as they sat down. “Are you kidding me? Do you have any idea how long it took to get over that? There were time that I was too scared to get a milkshake from there.” “And I guess you were so terrified when she gives you a hug, you were breathless,” she taunted resting her chin on her hand.     “Well, actually I’m always breathless when I get a hug from her regardless.” Spike said, taking a bit out of his burger. “It’s kind of hard to escape from it most of the time.” “I wonder why,” Gilda chuckled. “Does she smoother you in her breast, rendering you motionless.” Spike blushes, a tomato slips out of his burger. “Pervert.” “Hey! I’m still going through puberty. Do you have any idea what she does to me with those hugs?”   “Whatever you say you perverted dweeb,” Gilda rolled her eyes taking a bite out of her burger. “You are just lucky that I find you a good dweeb. Otherwise I would’ve socked worse than that other dweeb when you commented on my breast. I suppose you have erotic dreams about that party girl.” Spike face slapped, “Do you think you could keep it down? We are in a public place must I remind you. Someone might hear you.” “Too late!” a cheerful voice called from the other side of the restaurant. Spike slams his head against the table, “Thanks for starting the rumor that’ll ruin my reputation.” “Oh come on, it’s not the end of the world.” Spike locks his eyes onto Gilda’s. “Are you kidding me?! ” Gilda shrugs her shoulders. “What if my friends find out? Twilight and the others, what would they think if they thought I had dreams like that? And most importantly what would Pinkie Pie say?” “I don’t know you tell me,” Gilda said, she continued to eat her burger, half caring about Spike’s predicament.   “I don’t know either. That’s why I’m so afraid,” Spike said as he nervously ate his burger and took a big sip of his Pepsi. “You might get laid,” Spike choked then spat out his drink. “She does sound clingy.” “She is just being friendly, it’s nothing like that I swear!”   “Yet, you are the one that is having wet dreams about your friends.” Gilda smiled. Spike groan, “I never said I had wet dreams about my friends Gilda. We were talking about my frosting dreams about Pinkie Pie.” Another tomato slipped out of his burger as silence took over their booth. Gilda stared at the young blushing teen awkwardly as she sipped loudly out of her drink. She inhaled, setting her cup on the table with a solid thunk. “Well…what ever happen to watching what we say in public?” Spike sighed slamming his head on the table again, “Please don’t tell anyone. I beg you not tell anyone.” Gilda laughs, “Don’t worry about it shorty. Your secret's safe with me, or should I say your dirty secret.” “It only happened once!” Spike plead. “Yeah… yeah I don’t care how repetitive your dreams are.” Gilda rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry about it dweeb, it’s normal for boys your age for that kind of stuff to happen. Just don’t be going around peeping at girls through windows,” she chuckled. Spike rolled his eye, “Ha…ha all right. I think the near death experience was enough to tell me that. Thank you very much.” “No problem shorty. I got a pretty good kick out of it and I would surely like to scare your pants off anytime of the week.” Spike narrowed his eyes, “thanks, but no thanks. I would like to keep my pants on around my waist where it belongs. And I don’t plan on it coming off anytime soon either.” “Well would just have to see about that squirt. Because of what I saw less than an hour ago you were quite scared in my, I quote, soft hands,” She grinned. “Your pants could came off all together, if I frighten you some more in that dark alley between the school buildings. Then you would have gotten really screwed,” She chuckled. Spike stared at Gilda with his jaw slightly open and his left eye squinted. He then rubbed his temples on both sides of his head. “Thanks a lot Gilda, for…that mental disturbance that will probably scar me till next week.” “Just watch a violent movie or something,” Gilda rolled her eyes. “That should do the trick if nothing else.” “Have any recommendations for me. I got Netflix so tell me a title and I’ll find it.” “It depends,” Gilda rubbed the bottom of her chin. “Does the dweeb have any homework to do today?” “It’s Friday Gilda I don’t have any homework. Besides I often finish the homework in class before anyone else, I have a ton of free time on my plate.” “Well then, I recommend Django for you.” “What’s it about?” Spike asked. “I haven’t seen that movie yet.” “Do you like cowboy movies,” Spike nodded his head. “Good, then you’ll like this one as well dweeb.” “As long it’s not a horror film, its fine with me I guess.” Spike shrug his shoulders finishing the last of his burger. “Well I’m done, how about you?” “I was done way before you were. I was just waiting for your slow pace eating to finish your kid’s meal.” “Hey! I got the same thing you did.” he winned Gilda laughs hysterically, slamming the table with her right hand on the table repeatedly. Spike watched her with a blunt expression, holding his drink keeping it from falling over by the rumbling of the table. Not so much for his fries which fell over to its side. He lifts his head upward and sighs with slight frustration. ‘Why do I always have to be the smallest one in these situations?’ After a few minutes Gilda’s laughter died down. She wipes a tear from her eye, then reaches over and snatches some of Spike’s fallen fries and eats them. “You are way too easy to mess with, you know that Spike?” she said, mouth full of fries. “I’ve been told before,” Spike replied then taking a long sip of his carbonated drink. Which, ultimately backfired for him, causing him to let out a loud high pitch hiccup. He cover his mouth with a slight blush on his cheeks, Gilda laughs out loud again in his display of deweebness. “What was that!” she said in between breaths. “That sounded like someone sat on a squeaky toy or something.” Spike blush increases, “That was hiccup. People hiccup all the time when they drink a carbonated beverage. Even animals do it, like dogs when they’re pups.” “A puppy can do a more manly hiccup than that,” She said rubbing her sides. “It couldn’t have be any more dweeber than that.” Spike lets out a loud huff of irritation and shoves the rest of the burger in his mouth. He chews it thoroughly and swallows it in one gulp. “Okay, I’m done can we go now?”         “What are you talking about squirt? We still got half an hour to kill.” Gilda said placing her now empty tray into the garbage. “Come on I think a nice jog through the park would be a great way to work off this meal.” Rubbing Spike on the head, much to his protest,  she began to leave the fast food joint.         “Geez Gilda, was that really necessary?” He asked trying to correct his now messy hair.         “Just reminding you of your place short stuff. Wouldn’t want you to think I am going soft on ya, even with that eye.” Not turning to look at Spike she began to move to the car, Spike following close behind.