Miss Not So Sidekick Novels & Stories

Even if I was pissed off by him I still tried my best not to show it, at least not now. “Bullied?” He scoffed and I frowned. Wasn't it what it was called? Two guys tried to beat him up and he was just a coward enough not to fight back and also very egoistic to let no one help him. This was definitely not a fan meet and greet or a reunion of old friends - they don't seem happy to cross part. “Is this your sidekick?” He bastard chuckled and I just wanted to punch the excitement off his fucking face. Sidekick? Me? I was the sidekick? He must be out of his mind for imagining such nonsense and even more crazy too spill dose trash out of his fucking mouth.

I answered him with my chin held high, not backing away from his public displeasure. A few murmurs of agreement went through the crowd, before a man I faintly recognized as the same one who complimented me the other day came forward. "I have to agree with the girly, I think we all miss your sidekick! He's always in a good mood and gives me snacks, ya know?" He laughed, and the tension deflated from the air. A few more people pitched in, apparently unaware of that intense frown that marred Morax's face.

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Missile warns, flicking his head at me. I grin, mulling that over. Hadn’t ever tried it, could be into it. Missile was a sick fuck like me in a lot of ways, but he liked to watch. He had flies on his legs, don’t get me wrong, but he wasn’t a Reeve. He didn’t take out the trash on a regular basis. He grew up in an abusive and shitty house though, and that was probably why we got along so well. We didn’t need to talk about it, the truth remained unspoken and buried in the past.