Trying to get over it [Private]

V escaped and made it back home. Systems told him that someone was following him, but after a few zig-zag maneuvers between houses, down streets and alleys and between buildings, he was positive that he'd shaken who ever that was. After he took off his suit and went into the house to let his grandparents know he was alright, all he found was a note. It appeared that the Grands had piled into the RV and went off onto another long road trip. It was alright, because it gave him plenty of alone time.

Would he ever be able to get her off of his mind? He barely wanted to close his eyes because he only saw those two different colored eyes. He was only reminded of that time they shared all those years ago. Then it was all stomped underfoot, remembering how she looked at him, then away as if he was nobody. Had he really even meant anything to her? Or was he just some plaything? he was going to die one day, while she'd live forever. She had all kinds of guys to choose from, right? She'd be better off with some other godly being that would never die, right?

He ate a big bowl of chocolate frosted sugar bombs and went to sleep. He only planned on taking a nap, but he slept all of that night into the next day. It was in the morning that Stretch and Jasmine came over and up into his room to wake him. "Come on man, get'cher lazy ass up," came the voice of his longtime best friend.

"I'm uuuuuuuuup," was Matt's response, sluggishly turning over to rub his eyes.

"You don't look up, bro. Come on! Up and at em."

"You do realize that I was in a city full of flesh eating freaks the past few days, running for my life, right?" Matt slowly sat up, moving wild strands of hair out of his face.

"Aren't you guys supposed to have a bunch of energy? I thought you would be able to go for days," said Jasmine. Matt looked at her. She was tall, had long legs and big breasts. Her waist was shaped like a coke bottle. She had long blond hair and big blue eyes. She was wearing a shirt that showed off her flat stomach, and a dressed that with the right gust of wind would show off what was under it. Jasmine's cheeks both turned a red color as Matt looked her over, and she grinned nervously. "...W-what?"

Stretch, easily jealous, noticing the look between the two, frowned. "Hey, you're looking kinda hard at Jasmine, huh? I hope you're not getting any ideas..."

Matt looked away and rubbed his face. He got up and left his bedroom, going into the bathroom to have his morning pee and to wash his face. next he went downstairs to fix himself another bowl of cereal. Stretch and Jasmine came down soon after. "Reminds me man, what's up with you and that vampire girl, Cala? Aren't you two gonna hook back up?"

Matt sat at the couch in the living room and turned on the big screen TV. "Doesn't look like it," was his response.

"I saw that look she gave you in the office of the tower yesterday, what's up with that? What did you do to her? You got straight dissed man."

"I didn't do anything to her! I don't know why she did that. I doesn't matter anymore either, can we change the subject?"

"Well, just so we're clear, don't think you're gonna be sharing Jasmine with me or anything, I don't get down like that."

"Shut up, man! No one invited you over here in the first place, you're free to leave anytime!"

Stretch chuckled some. "I'm joking bro, i'm joking."

"Well, who said that I didn't get down like that?" said Jasmine, giving a wink towards Matt.

"Heyyyyyy!" said the jealous Stretch, causing Matt and her to laugh next.

"See, you're not the only one with jokes..."

Matt went and put his empty bowl in the kitchen sink. He opened the basement door and went downstairs into the basement. Something was on the stairs that wasn't usually there and Matt tripped over it. After taking a tumble and making many comical noises while rolling down the stairs he came to a stop at the bottom after crashing into a wall. it was upside down after the ringing stopped in his ears that he was able to hear Stretch and Jasmine at the top of the stairs laughing.

"Yeah, instead of coming down here to make sure my brains aren't all over the basement floor, stand up there and laugh it up! Some friend!" Matt yelled angrily.

Stretch and Jasmine were coming downstairs while continuing to laugh as Matt gathered himself. "Bwahahahaha! I'm--i'm sorry man, you-you just sounded so funny! Come on lemme help you--"

He attempted to help Matt back to his feet but his hands were shoved away. "Get away from me man, don't you two have some sucking of the face to go somewhere and do? Why are you here, anyway?"

"Cold blood, bro! Geez, a guy can't come visit his best friend anymore?"

"How rude," added Jasmine.

Matt got to his feet, looking himself over for any wounds. The scratches and bruises on his arms quickly closed up and disappeared. "Seems like you just showed up to rub the fact that you finally scored a gorgeous girl in my face when i'm at a low point in life. I got 'straight dissed,' remember? I was looking forward to the alone time, especially seeing as the Grands are off on another road trip. Why don't you just get outta here and leave me be, go play naked twister or something."

"Naked twister? That's so 1990's man..." Stretch huffed some and turned to go back up the stairs. "Come on Jasmine, let's leave mr. famous Company super hero to his lonesome." Jasmine was still standing there blushing behind Matt's 'gorgeous girl' comment, but she eventually shook it off and followed Stretch back up the stairs.

Matt turned to see the damage he'd caused. There was a large hole in the wall at the bottom of the stairs. "The Grands are gonna kill me," he mumbled, before noticing something behind the wall through the hole he'd made. Pulling the wood fragments out, Matt could see a leather bag, and behind it cases that contained parts with the logo of the company his father used to work for on them. Matt opened the leather bag and began to read the notes within.

Apparently the cases contained parts to an advanced version of his suit, and also the ingredients for an experimental 'adhesive' that his father never had the chance to make. This was exactly what he needed to take his mind off of things, so he went to work on things right then and there. Building the new suit took all of that morning, the afternoon, the evening and all night.

The adhesive compound didn't take as long, and once he got the hang and knew exactly what to put into it, was easy to make. It was very sticky and bonded to whatever it touched. Notes in the leather bag indicated that Matt's father planned on using this adhesive for medical applications. The Adhesive seemed to be pretty much indestructable. It couldn't be burned, nor could it be frozen. Struggling just made the adhesive more sticky. Matt came up with many dozens of way to make use of this stuff. There was only one way to get rid of the adhesive, and that was with lukewarm water. Cold water did nothing, and hot water had no effect either. The water had to be exactly room temperature and the adhesive would dissolve totally with no trace left behind.

Whoever he used this stuff on wouldn't figure this out though, unless he happened to go up against some foe that could control water. Supernatural people couldn't read his mind and find out the weakness to the adhesive either. It would become the perfect weapon to use alongside his martial arts.

The next few hours were used to devise wrist mounted mechanisms to spray the adhesive. Many other ideas ast how to use this stuff were entering his head with every passing moment. With his new suit on, he put his old one on the desk downstairs, remembering all of the past adventures he'd gotten into with it. That time was over; now was the time for a new beginning. On many things...