" PROMISE OF A STREET FIGHT ,

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right now it was lunch break. sitting on the stoop in front of some antique shop, iggy was practically motionless as she hunched over, her face buried in a book. the book was a college psychology textbook, to be exact, thick and ridiculously heavy. so, why was iggy morris, underachiever-extraordinaire, reading such a thing, you might be wondering? because it fascinated her, of course. and why not? she could read whatever she liked, thank you very much. crossing her ankles, she flipped to the next page then continued to read. her eyes swept across the page for a few second, then she paused, and for a brief moment her gaze flickered away from the textbook and towards the clock she could see in a near-by store window. it was a half-past twelve. her lunch break had been over ten minutes ago, but iggy still hadn't moved from her spot. and, okay, this was a totally iggy thing to do, completely normal. but, you see, today she wasn't doing it because she just didn't feel like getting up, or because she was boycotting the ruling of egotistical men in society. nope, today she was doing it to hide from rush rosseaux. or, well, not hide from him exactly, more like the thought of him. every time she went to work he was all she could think about. it sucked. that asshole.

at the thought of him she instantly shut her book in a huff, then stood up. blowing a few strands of tangled brown hair out of her eyes, her small, red mouth formed an angry pout. he had put her through hell and back, him and his stupid, childish ways. he had broken her heart, and right now, she just wanted to make him hurt right back. the same feeling swept over her every time she caught a glimpse of him, like she had gotten punched in the gut and the wind was all knocked out of her. it was uncomfortable and confusing, so she turned it into anger that would swell up inside of her so much she would just have to burst. that was what rush did to her. he messed her up, and she didn't like it, all those squirmy feelings. and so what if his smile still made her go a little weak in the knees, and so what if seeing him with other girls made her want to cry and scream all at the same time? she... she just couldn't stand him, and that was that.

iggy put down her book on the sidewalk beside her, placing a hand on her hip and the other on her forehead. oh god, why had she accepted this job? why? sure, she loved were she worked, it had been her favorite place since before she was pubescent, but come on. she should have known better. rush's father owned the place, for crying out loud! and sure, she had thought that he was out of town, but nothing had ever confirmed that. so, she had gone and done the idiotic thing, she had said yes. and then, he had been there. he ruined everything, he always did. swearing under her breath, she started to pace back and forth, feeling and looking like a mental patient. "shit, iggy, snap out of it." she muttered to herself in a hiss. again, this was what rush did to her. just the thought of him made her psychotic; one of those annoying, soap opera-type chicks who just spazzed about all their problems and cried constantly. and that was what she was doing at this exact moments. certainly, the crying wasn't constant, but rush had made her cry in the past, which was something she would never, ever admit to anyone. iggy didn't do crying. oh, and the 'spazzing about her problems'? she didn't do it about just anything, only him.

she let out another hiss of angry swears, louder this time. if the pedestrians aroudn her heard, well, that was just too 'effing bad. iggy rubbed at her forehead, then tried to calm herself down, but it didn't work. the profanity just kept coming, louder, angrier, and more explicit. oh, let rush come and see what was the matter, let him try and get her to act rationally. he might as well just come walking down the street. oh, hell, she wanted him to just appear out of no where. she wanted to kill him. she wanted to sock him in the face. man, did she hate him... because that was how she felt about him? that was hate, right? well, it had to be, because there wasn't another feeling that could match the strength of what she was feeling, at least, not the ones that iggy felt. after a few more seconds, she finally stopped right in front of the doorway of the shop, arms crossed, eyebrows scrunched together, and a look of pure venom, glaring at anyone who passed her by and just daring rush to be one of them, even if it was like a one-in-one-hundred chance he. but whatever. rationality was overrated.


notes: uhg, that was major rambling, so sorry 'bout that. xP
tagged: mia/rush, duh! -----------------------------------------------
outfit: ah, i'll add that later. ------------------------------------------
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[mia]

a man’s best friend was known to be a dog. so when rush’s father brought home an abandoned jack russel terrier it would eventually take on the loving title of man’s best friend. three years later that title was out of the question. it had earned ‘living nightmare’ or even ‘mistake’. his father had made a no-no and so had the dog. tigger pulled forward his leash causing rush to stumble ahead quite ungracefully. you would have thought that a solid eighteen year old could handle a simple five-pound dog but guess again. the animal tugged once more, but this time rush's planted feet prevented the fall. the dog now lay out of breath coughing and wheezing from almost choking itself on the rough pavement. what a smart dog he owned. like all their walks ended rush picked up the canine with oh-so-sympathetic eyes and carried on.

finding a bench in hawaii wasn't so difficult. the steamy weather caused constant perspiration and also a drain of energy. why not sweat it out with resting on a lovely bench? brilliant. all rush wanted to do was sit and enjoy the hot hawaiian weather like had the previous five years of his life. that summer had been quite humid, so humid that rush decided to just wear his boxers out that morning. he was an odd one. rush’s thought bubble was instantly popped when a bus pulled up in front of him and started to un-load a crowd of chinese tourists. hilo had quite the eye for these types of people; it managed to attract them during hurricane season as well. the tourists mumbled their almost-complete-gibberish language and paced around snapping photos of absolutely everything. curiously rush watched as husky man came out with a whistle. once blown the crowd gathered around to stop bickering chinese to perhaps listen. if only his dog was as trained.

because these tourists were as busy as bees there was no reason for rush to stay. all they did was block the pathway and confuse on-coming pedestrians with the words that flowed from their mouths. it was like talking to a toddler when they were just learning to speak, or a heavily intoxicated semi-foreign mumbling human. he had indeed encountered one of those asking him where the bar mitzvah was. by the man’s appearance alone you could tell that he was not the tiniest bit jewish, and if he was god would scorn him for his usage of alcohol. that was meant for god to lecture him about, not rush.

have you ever wondered why whenever you think about a certain person, they seem to pop right in front of you? out of nowhere? this had just happened to rush rosseaux when he set his eyes on iggy morris. to be honest she had come to mind quite a bit but rush was not going to admit that, especially with their off relationship of total chaos. no he would not utter the words ‘thinking about you. so hot’ like the kid did in degrassi who got beaten afterward. he would casually ignore her, like he planned to. now you must be wondering what conjured up those lovely thoughts of the brown haired female? well, still carrying around his half-dead dog rush had bumped into a man who cursed at him louder then life. that was all it took to suddenly remind him of you-know-who and their sailor’s mouth. which was good for other things then just talking you know. oh my rush.

rush was again slow and it took him a few seconds to walk across memory lane. iggy and himself had quite a complex relationship. firstly, it wouldn’t be all screwed up if he hadn’t cheated on her in the beginning. and secondly, wait there is no second opinion, rush fucked up big time and now she wanted her revenge. of course rush wasn’t going to give her the pleasure of revenge. he was no weakling even too such a female. if she wouldn’t give in, then he had to put up a fight. Rush knew that he had to at least speak to her and hopefully she wouldn't blow up in his face. so he stood there in front of iggy in his spiderman boxers, which he had specifically worn and now regretted, only to mutter a single word. ”hey”.

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iggy was beginning to feel pretty stupid. well, more than stupid, actually. glaring at random strangers and even scaring away some chinese tourists wasn't exactly her idea of a good time, even if the frightened looks they kept on shooting her were kind of funny. yet again she found herself asking the same question, what the hell was wrong with her? god, it got more annoying every time it happened, every time she managed to get herself worked up over nothing, a.k.a. rush. he wasn't even worth all the profanity she wasted on him, not even one good swear word. he was just a... nasty buttface... jerkbutt, or well, something like that. iggy shook her head. clearly, she wasn't very good at thinking up insults that weren't explicit. uncrossing her arms, she let out a heavy sigh. the muscles in her face relaxed, then returned to iggy's patented 'i-couldn't-care-less' face and straight out of her pout. maybe it was time to go back to work. responsibility may not have been her forte, but she figured now it was the only thing left to do. a person could only fume for so long.

taking another cleasning breath, iggy began to reach downward to grab her book then go on her she suddenly noticed herself to be face-to-face with a certain shaggy-haired boy. nearly knocked backwards in surprise, all her usual nasty greetings and rude remarks were lost in the back of her throat. eyes wide, iggy couldn't help but think of the irony in it all. the slim chance that rush would show up had just become a reality. here he was with a dog... and no pants on. her eyes drifted towards the dog, which was named tiger, or something, and then back towards rush, mentally instructing herself to close her mouth. yup, he definitely wasn't wearing pants, but boxers. just boxers and a t-shirt. now, the thing with these boxers was you couldn't tell they were boxers unless you looked really closely, but iggy recognized them, and as suggestive and wrong as it sounded, it kind of brought back fond memories. she found herself recalling a streaking incident when the two of them had run through the local park in just their underwear, which had included a bra for iggy, so it wasn't exactly real streaking, but it had been hysterical. oh, but iggy did in fact recognize the boxers from other endeavors, too...

distracted by her thoughts, iggy found herself replying to rush as if they were back when there was never one without the other. "hay is for horses." she said deadpan, then continued on instinctively. "and nice underwear, too. looks familiar." her face remained perfectly normal, but a twinkle appeared in her eyes. it only lasted for a few seconds, though, because then iggy realized what had just slipped out of her mouth and it faded to a brief look of surprise. dammit. she was being nice. well, whatever, she was willing to try to be civil at least for a little while. sometimes it was nice to relive how things used to be between the two of them. iggy found herself missing those times now more than ever. the two of them had been friends before any of this shit had happened, and she had genuinely liked being around him. though, again, she would never, ever admit to any of that if asked. to him and everyone else she tried to make it seem like she despised him with every being in her body. which she did, for the most part, at least. who knew hating someone could be so difficult?

notes: 'tis finally, finally, finally done, hallelujah! ;D ----------
tagged: mia/rush, duh! -----------------------------------------------
outfit: right here, fo sho. ---------------------------------------------
word count: i'll do that later, too. -----------------------------------

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still holding his dog, rush stood there befuddled. squinting at iggy, he made sure it was really her. the squinting wasn’t because he was blinded or anything, but because the sun was burning holes in his eyes. a pair of shady sunglasses would have been a savior, but like usual he failed to remember them. instead he shuffled past iggy and into the store dropping his dog in the process. for some odd reason the dog became tremendously excited and ran laps like a racecar. it must have learnt to play dead, since a minute ago it was passed out in his arms. there were a few observations in which his dog was having such a moment. no, rush would never slip anything in the dogs water bowl, perhaps it was a disease. tigger ran round’ and round’ never taking the time for a decent water break. dr. rosseaux then decided that tests were out of the question so he incoherently diagnosed the canine with adhd. this explained a lot. ”shit” rush muttered as the already not-so-clean-room turned into a we-don’t-clean-at-all-room. during these laps of exhilaration a rack of cd’s had toppled over. a few local costumers glimpsed over and then continued to browse. they must have figured that he was going to pick all those cd’s up. if only they knew rush rosseaux.

as iggy and himself spoke the conversation turned completely harmless. both had uttered few words, but by the sound of her voice she didn’t seem too raged. iggy for once was basically civil, and this worried him. was this a fake? this fake niceness so she could get into his head? briefly rush went into a state of paranoia. calm down, calm down. there had to be a simple explanation to the current situation. furrowing his brows he thought about what could have happened to ‘die rush die’ iggy. was she abducted by aliens like in the movies? maybe she was on drugs? or just falling for rush sexy beast? the last one wasn’t critically considered it was only there for a quick ego boost. respecting the fact that there hadn’t been much vulgar language, raised voices, and thrown punches. he wondered if she was just as stunned to see him standing there as he was. they had attempted to avoid each other for so long, but now this was to ruin because they accidently bumped into each other. it didn’t help that there was a high percentage he’d acknowledge her since she worked for his father. he just had to ask her to take the job, and she just had to say yes.

“boxers. i wear boxers.” at the slight mention of his ‘underwear’ a bright smile crossed his sun kissed face, and the fake worries faded. “you don’t seem too eager to pull them off this time” he said reffering to the word familiar. He enjoyed teasing her, the way she got an embarassed, it made him laugh. rush had a certain love for those boxers, kind of like the love children had for their candy. don’t get me wrong, rush did indeed love them sweets’. saying that he wore the same undergarments every single day would be revolting. saying that he tried to wear them as much as possible would be another story. they were comfortable, fit well to his body, and had the ultimate super hero across the ass made them all the better. it didn’t surprise him that iggy would bring them up. she had seen them on many occasions. many are not to be mentioned. those boxers had a ton of history, they were monumental and looking pretty ancient. he’d have to find a new pair, a replacement, something better. ”so iggy, skipping again?” he said asking to why she wasn’t in school at that moment. and for just a second, rush sounded like he actually cared. it was insane.

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