You know this chapter took way too long than it should've. I am peeved. Anyways…drugs and alcohol but only as a party sense, and a need to get laid sense. And due to my OC Billy's vulgar mouth, I might soon have to post this under M pretty soon.

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Secrets Aren't Lies

Chapter two

Friday Night Flames

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Hotstreak was not at all interested in the movie. If anything…he was downright exhausted of the thing. He felt himself getting drowsy, and more than once Frieda had to punch him in the shoulder to get him to wake up every time he nodded his head down to his chest. He grunted in annoyance. Already, the girlfriend and boyfriend in the movie were in Paris and the boyfriend had accidentally entered a gay bar while looking for some escape from his talkative and knowledgable girlfriend, but wound up drinking some green stuff and waking up the next morning next to some cute French twinky. And there was still another hour and a half to go.

Hotstreak groaned and ran his hands over his face, cursing himself mentally for letting himself fall for the brunette next to him, and letting his shall we say, more sensitive side show for her. He couldn't believe that he had sunk so low as to take this girl, who wasn't even eighteen yet--and if his PO found out, he'd be in a bigger shitload of trouble than he already was--out to a -gulp- romance movie. He groaned again.

"Oh my god, can you believe this, baby?" he heard Frieda's louder than inside voice ring in his ear, and turned his head slightly to glance at her bewildered face, which was damn near plastered to the image on the big screen. Not only did he take her to a romance movie, he also let her pick the row to sit in--the third row from the front--and was quickly regretting the whole date. Maria and Teresa were nothing like this. Nothing at all.

"What?" the redhead didn't mean for his voice to sound annoyed, but luckily, Frieda was too into the movie to notice.

"I sure hope you wouldn't leave me at the Louve to go to hook up with some hot Frenchie." She smiled, then giggled, and muched on her milk duds.

"You know I wouldn't, babe." But in the back of his mind, he was saying, I wish I could leave you here right now, but his better half kept him from thinking further on the matter. He may have hated the movie, and the whole being a softy, but he liked Frieda a lot more than he hated his terrible choices, and so, gave her a "I love you to the stars" smile, and a peck on the lips, wishing they were sitting in the back row and away from all these people, especially this little blonde girl he was forced to sit next too. He tried his best to ignore her constant staring, and tried to avoid it by persuading his girlfriend to give him some tongue during the more boring parts of the movie, but now that the movie couple's problems had started, Frieda was not going to miss a second. So he just crossed his arms and closed his eyes, trying to pretend the little girl was not right next to him. It all backfired though when she sneezed on his bare arm. He even tried to walk out of the movie after that, but Frieda would have none of it. Even after the little blonde girl had apologized, and then spilt her soda on his lap.

An hour and a half later, Hotstreak was slugging along next to the brunette as they exited the theater, barely paying attention to her surprised and eager reviews of the movie. "I can't believe it just ended like that!" she nearly screamed in his ear, and he did literally flinch from it. "I mean, the girl just forgives him and lets him go. God, I would give him the bitching of a lifetime if he did that to me. And especially if he chose the other guy over me. Ohhh! That movie just irks me, but it was still really good. I mean, the part where Max and Andy are being all lovey dovey was really really cute, and Michelle was just a bitch in the beginning. I mean, aren't you glad I'm not as controlling as her?"

"Huh?" Hotstreak was more worried about his still drying shorts. "Yeah." He was quick to lead her as far away from the movie theater as possible, in case she saw another advertisement for a lame movie, which he was not going to see.

"Hey, we should see that one next."

Hotstreak flinched again. Too late.

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Daisy couldn't believe she had fallen for Trapper for the third time in her life. Back at Vanmoor, it was an entirely different setting. She was fourteen, he was eighteen, she was too good for him, he believed he was too good for her. And then the Janitor's closet came into their view one day, and the rest was a brilliant history.

His arm snaked around her shoulders and his jeans clad leg was pressed against hers. She smiled when he smiled, and laughed when he laughed, and even smiled at him when he wasn't looking. The tough decision to stay with him as a girlfriend was on her mind constantly, and she wished the alcohol would hurry up and do its job, so she could stop worrying, and start acting on her plans for the long haired blonde.

"Gonna need a room soon?" the black haired girl before them said as she packed a bowl.

"Oh, I don't know…" Daisy teased Trapper with her dark eyes and flirtatious smile as she ran a hand through his pony tail, and she giggled. Daisy never really was good with alcohol. "In a little bit."

"Are you almost done with that thing?" Trapper inquired, eyeing the multicolored bowl in the opposite girl's hands.

"Gimme a minuto, dude," she demanded back.

Her name was Billy Perez Dowen, and she opened her house to Daisy when they met just last year, when Billy was living with her older brother and twin sister. It was Daisy's first alcoholic party, and Billy was quick to befriend her. Sure the natural blonde haired girl was a bit eccentric in her own self, but she was quick to love, and Daisy had started visiting the girl on a regular basis. Especially once she had gotten together with Trapper. It was one of the few places they could go to be with each other and not worry. Billy described her home as a safe house, and Daisy took full advantage.

Billy's real name was Brownie, but she never gave a real reason as to why people called her Billy, and was half Mexican, and an eighth Cherokee, which was seen rather blatantly with her nose. She went to school on the opposite end of Dakota Union, down in what the local residents called Downy Ville due to its poverty and violence stricken streets. The neighborhood was originally called Canton, but after gangs started to infiltrate the lower parts of the city, its name was quickly reestablished as Downy Ville, though its original was still seen on the schools and banks and such. She shared a house with her sister and three other illegal Mexican immigrants, whose only concerns were sex and beer. Not to mention, she also lived with Trapper. She opened her home to him as well. Her roomates' interests were pretty much the same Billy had, though this girl's eccentricity was a bit more stand outish. I.e. she didn't have a problem talking about sex in front of other people, or anything really. Billy was just…well, Billy. That's all Daisy had to say about the matter.

"So, what, hiding out from your fams again?" Billy asked as she took the first hit, letting the smoke out slow, and then passed it on over to Trapper.

"Nothing I have to worry about," Trapper answered, coughing on his hit, and taking the rest of his beer down with it. "Got anymore?" he asked, tears coming to his eyes from the excursion.

"Dude, we live with Mexicans, of course there's more. Hold up." Before Trapper could raise himself to get his own beer, Billy was off to do it for him. She was like that, he learned. She was the beer bitch, and she didn't have a qualm about it.

The blonde haired man turned to look at the girl to his side, who was slumped down in the couch, her hit already taken, and her can of Coors sitting between her legs. He had to smile. She looked nothing like wut she was doing, but then again…Billy didn't look like she was eighteen.

As Billy came back into the room, easily stepping over her roommates' mess with her stelletos she handed the beer to Trapper, and took a seat for her turn at the bowl.

"Anything new?" she asked, and coughed on her hit.

"Nothin' much," Trapper told her, tapping his beer before opening it. Daisy's umpteenth beer was already gone, and it was easily seen by the way she could barely stand up on her own to go to the bathroom. "Waiting for my partner to get out of jail."

"Oh yeah, that's right." Billy decided she had had enough weed for now, and lit up a Marlb. "The boy toy. Hehe. When's he gettin' out again?"

"Couple months I think," the blonde told her, rubbing Daisy's shoulder with his fingers. She was definitely smashed, and her impaired speech was showing it.

"Dude," Daisy slurred, sitting up to point her finger in Trapper's face. "Riley, honey, you know she just wants to…to fuck him right?" she could barely keep her eyes open, she couldn't make a straight face, and the resin in the bowl, which she had greedily taken four more hits out of, was quickly spilling onto her jeans. Billy was quick to take the bowl back from the drunken Daisy before she lost anymore of her money makers.

"Damn straight. I'd love to fuck 'im," Billy announced. "Dude's damned hot as hell."

"I thought you already, you know…did stuff." By now, Daisy had lost most control of her body, and her instinctual sexual urges were showing as she wrapped her legs over Trapper's.

"What we did barely counts. And that was like, last year dude. 'Sides," she took a long drag of her cigarette. "I'm datin' Brittany, remember."

"Who?" Daisy was quickly confused by the most simplest of things. "Baby, wus she talkin' bout?" she smiled at the blonde man, whose lap was completely taken over by her body now, and raised her eyebrows in confusion.

"Oh boy," Trapper could see that he was in for a long night, especially when Daisy was a hard to getter. "Richie, remember. The blonde one who works with me at the Shop. Billy calls him Brittany for some reason. God he goes to school with you…"

"Reminds me of this blonde whore I know named Brittany," Billy added.

"Oh…" Daisy's "oh" was quickly followed by multiple he he's and snickers and chuckles. She then started to kiss all over Trapper's face, and that's when he took her beer away from her, seeing that she had had enough to drink and smoke, and it was time to take her to bed. After all, it was Friday night, and her parents thought she was at some other dude's party.

"Dude, wait, my man's gotta get here before you two go at it," Billy quickly said before Trapper could lead the darker girl to his room.

"Why is that?" Trapper asked, just as confused as Daisy had been.

"Well…I'll feel mutter uckin' lonely if you guys are having coher and I'm not." Billy made it sound like it was the end of the world. "Unless you wanna do a threesome."

"I think you would like that too much. Now if you'll excuse me…" he lifted Daisy up by her hips and slung her over his shoulder, Daisy herself, giggling to death. "I have more important matters to attend to than your loneliness. As you usually say, adios." Billy stared dumbfounded as her roomate carried his girl off to bed.

"Well…this sucks like a hooker and a half," she muttered, leaning her chin in one hand.

Around eleven thirty, her other three roomates showed up from work, speaking in Spanish to one another and heading straight for the beer in the fridge. At quarter to twelve, Richie showed up, and showed Billy the new tongue piercing she had given him earlier that month.

"Told ya ya looked hot as hell," Billy grabbed the tongue ring with her fingers and decided she wanted to make Richie pissed right the fuck off. She liked it when he got angry.

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He wasn't too big of a fan of 50 Cent, but at least the loud pounding music numbed his thoughts a bit. He weaved through drunken bodies with a cold cup of Pepsi in his hand. Virgil wasn't much into drinking. And if Richie was here he'd for sure be spiking his sodas by now. And so, since Richie wasn't here, he found himself to be one of the few sober beings in the entire house. And for some reason, he kept expecting Daisy or Frieda to walk through the door. He had called Frieda earlier that day after school, to see if she was at all available. But she had told him the same as Daisy. They had plans together.

"Watch it," said a blonde girl with red streaks in her hair. Virgil rolled his eyes as she shoved passed him, not paying attention to the rather warm pressure she had put upon his shoulder.

He tried to find Omar several times, but the other teenager was nowhere to be seen. He had even asked a few of the party goers where he was at, but they only shook their heads and went about their drinking games or back into their pot smoking rooms. Virgil regretted ever coming to this party.

Ever since Richie had gotten that job at the Shop, much to Virgil's dismay, his social life had been dwindling. He was pretty sure Frieda had some older boyfriend she didn't want anyone to know about. Daisy was acting real weird lately too. And even Shenice, annoying big mouth Shenice, was too busy for him.

"Would you look out!"

Virgil flinched from the hard shove. Speak of the Devil, he thought. He turned around to see said Devil girl giving him a rather dirty look. "You may be the only sober person here, but that doesn't mean you have to stand in the middle of the room."

"Yeah seriously, this is a high traffic area." This came from the black haired boy at Shenice's side. He was rather thin, and wore tight girl-looking pants with studded designs on them, along with a short backed leather jacket. He quirked a brow at Virgil, a bitch face glaring.

"Sorry," Virgil mocked back at them, in a rather cranky way as well.

The two glared and walked on, the black haired boy a bit more tipsy than the girl leading the way.

Virgil whirred his lips, staring back at the odd looking couple, and decided he needed some air. But the time it took him to get to the patio was more than he would have bargained for. Especially considering there was a freshman girl there trying to get down his pants, and a senior boy trying to start threats with him. He was even tempted to use his powers to shock his way out, but thought against it. He figured threats and hands were better than everyone figuring out he was Static.

Upon exiting the house and stepping onto the wet-from-melted-snow surface of the deck, he scanned the area for any remaining dry chairs, and was unfortunate to find none. So, he walked to the railing and set his pepsi on a small wooden table, sighing out at the snowy landscape. He had taken the night off of patrolling due to the fact that there seemed to be less crime in the city, especially since most of the bang babies were cured. Lack of power caused for lack of success in criminalization. And so, Static found himself with more free time on his hands. Sure there were the usual suspects…but that didn't much call for much of his help.

While running his thoughts through Richie's constant working and Frieda and Daisy's constant excuses, the patio door slid open, or more like slung open, and the girl with the red highlights in her hair came stalking out, grunting about something or other that was apparently not working out in her life. Virgil watched as she pulled out a pack of cigarettes and searched her Tripp pants for a lighter. Virgil hadn't seen anyone dressed like her in a while. What with the chains on her pants, the studded bands on her wrists, and the Hellboy belly shirt covering most of her top at least…he was surprised to see she wasn't freezing. Even he had to grab his jacket before he came outside.

"Fuck, shit," he heard her mutter to herself as she was obviously unable to find a lighter.

He took his eyes away once he noticed the strange looking girl making her way towards him. "Hey," she grumbled. "Dude." Virgil turned his head to see her, noticing her pierced eyebrow, lip, and nose. "You got a light?" He now noticed her tongue piercing as well. After shaking his head no, he watched her groan with annoyance, and dig around her pockets again, cigarette dangling from her lips.

After averting his gaze back upon the slightly snow covered lawn, he sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"Wuts up with you?" the girl asked him, and when he turned back around, her cigarette was lit.

"Nothing," he said shaking his head. "Find your lighter?"

"Uh…yeah. Finally." She pulled the cigarette away and let out a cloud of smoke, looking behind her for a chair.

"I wouldn't sit down," Virgil tried warning her, but she seemed not to hear him, or she was just ignoring him. "Isn't it wet?" She didn't seem fazed at all by the melted snow.

She shook her head and took another puff. "Seems dry to me." She lifted herself up and Virgil noticed that it was indeed dry. He shook his head again and leant his back on the railing.

It wasn't only thirty seconds later that he decided to strike up a conversation with the smoking girl. After all, she didn't go to his school, and didn't seem any older than seventeen or eighteen. "Where are you from?"

"Huh?" she raised one eyebrow at him, blowing out yet another cloud of smoke.

"I mean," he ran a hair over his dreadlocks. "I haven't seen you around here before."

"Oh." Another drag. "I'm from the Ville. Other side of town, ya know." She shook her shoulders and stretched out her legs. "I'm here with a friend. Well not really a friend but…ya know."

"Whose that?"

"Fuck…Izzy. Little boy. Gay as a mofo."

"Black hair and leather jacket. Looks like a girl?"

She nodded.

"Hm…" He looked to the sky for a moment while shoving his hands into his coat pockets. "He's gotten different."

"Tell me about it. Back in Cali, at least he acted like a banger, but now he's just," she shuttered, "gay. Prolly fuckin' that girl he's walkin' round with too I mean…shit he fucked my sister, why not this bitch?"

"Pssht. Wouldn't doubt it," Virgil quipped and placed an elbow upon the railing. "You originally from California?"

Another head shake, and another drag. "Nope. Was just there for a while. My sister had some beneficial friend over there and my ex was over there for the summer. Now he's stuck in the quarantine."

"They were serious about that? The quarantine?"

"Yeah. No one goes in. No one goes out. Madden twins are stuck over there too. But…that'll happen when you got dumbass scientists messin' with nature and shit." Yet another drag and she threw the cigarette to the snow below the patio. And before Virgil knew it, she was lighting up another one. "You smoke?" she asked as she offered him the pack.

"No. Never liked it much."

She nodded, and placed the pack on her lap before shielding her cigarette from the wind so as to light it successfully. Once again, Virgil noticed she had no lighter in her hand when she pulled it away.

"You wanna let me in on how you're lighting your cigarettes?" He figured why not ask. She already looked slightly buzzed.

After blowing out a puff of smoke, she set her green eyes upon him, skeptically. He could tell she wasn't a trusting person right away, and so looked to the ground before looking back up, silent of course. She ran her eyes back and forth across his shoulders, down his chest, down his legs, and at his lugz. She then went back up, scoffed at his hair, and took another drag, turning her head to the side. "Do you need to know?" Another drag after this.

"I was just wondering that's all." He decided to let the matter drop. It wasn' that important, but apparently the girl before him wanted to answer, because when he turned towards her again she had her left hand extended out, and with an evil looking smirk, she ignited a flame within her palm. She twirled it around her fingers and over the other side and then let her whole hand be engulfed by the blue-orange flame. Virgil stared, awestruck. "Are you a…"

"Bang baby?" she scoffed again. "Nah. Born this way." She played with the fire in her hand, letting it crawl up to her elbow and then dimming it down again, all the while smiling at it, looking at it, and it blazed in her eyes. This Virgil could see, and he gulped. Not from fright, or shock, but…from something different. Something he couldn't quite explain. It was like looking at a candle's flame as a child. During his third grade story times, he remembered his teacher lighting a candle, and all the kids would rush to sit by it. Whatever made him be obsessed with the flame back then was triggered now, and he stared, and stared, and stared. That is until the girl with the red highlights noticed this, and swept the flame out with the closing of her hand. "Like?" Two more drags from her cigarette.

"Didn't know…you know. A lot of people aren't usually born with this…um…" he rubbed the back of his neck, wondering of flames, and trying to get his vision back to normal.

"I know. It's really different," the girl said as she stood up, preparing to head back inside. "I have to go find Izzy…tell 'im I'm leaving…"

As she headed for the patio doors, a shake of his head brought Virgil back to reality, away form the world of flames and pretty girls controlling them. Wait. Pretty girls? He was never before attracted to a girl such as her... Either way. "Wait…what's your name again?"

She stopped slowly and turned to tell him her name was Mindy. And that was all. She didn't even ask for his name back as she headed inside. Not long after, Virgil heard an engine rev, and looked around the side of the house to see the girl named Mindy pull out of the yard in a black Expedition and speed down the street. He wondered…why did she show off her flames? After much contemplation, Virgil sighed once again, and returned back to the warmth within the house. Someone had spiked his Pepsi while he wasn't looking. And he found Omar passed out in the bathroom.

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Hotstreak and Trapper with girls. I'm sorry, I like those pairings. It's basically a Hotstreak doing better in his life a wee bit kind of thing. LOL.