Victoria was sitting on the pier while having a picnic with her Atlantean friend and showing her the wonders of surface world food. Today's menu mainly consisted of chicken parm subs and a variety of sugary treats. That was when she remembered an old shower thought she had a couple years ago.
"Hey, Mera?"
"Hmm? Yeah?" The redheaded princess asked around a mouthful of Ma's famous apple pie. She wasn't sure of Atlanteans even could get fat, but Mera seemed to be trying her damnest to find out as she all but inhaled another slice of the baked goods.
"What's the biggest lobster you've ever seen?" Mera didn't need to say anything to get across just how stupid she thought Victoria was in that moment, so she hurried to clarify. "I mean, like, aren't they biologically immortal or something?"
This time the other girl decided to take a moment to think while rubbing her chin.
"Six..?"
"Woah," Kryptonian eyes widened in shock "Six feet?!"
"No, no, I think it was actually more around seven. Seventy meters..? Yeah that sounds about right! Roro's pretty old. I think he was grandpa's pet before running away."
Her jaw dropped at the number. Although now that she thought about it, she shouldn't be that surprised when she literally fought a Krakken easily triple that. Still, that was a mythological monster so that didn't count, they were expected to be huge. Even her old world had lobsters..!!!
The world really was full of hidden wonders even without looking to the stars.
"I wonder what aliens eat."
"Half a roasted chicken, two apple, a cup of green beans, and a scoop of mint chocolate ice cream if I finish all my veggies and was a good girl." Victoria innocently rattled off what she had for lunch. SHe kept her face straight for all of half a second before bursting out into giggles that caused Mera to shove her head first into the waters.
"That's not what I meant you dork!" She huffed in mock anger, or at least she did before she let loose a scream of surprise as Victoria's hand tore through the pier and yanked her down straight through the wood like some 90s horror movie.
Fun fact, getting into a water fight with someone who can water bend was a monumentally stupid idea. Fun, but terribly dumb.
Even more so when both of them started getting rowdy with their powers, neither able to actually drown and made of stuff just a little bit tougher than the average human. People the next morning would wake up terribly confused as to how the old pier seemed as if it was brand new and why the ground wdeep in land was wet as if there was a heavy storm last night. Oh, and the strange imprint on the ground that looked as if someone tried to make a snowangel in the dirt. Weird.
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Victoria was pretty sure she'd die from a stroke before any super villain will even have a chance to swing at her at this point. why you may ask?
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"A 68? Mr. Simon, could you please explain to me why you marked almost half my anwsers as incorrect?" She asked with all the patience of a saint, repeatedly telling herself not to throttle the asshole in front of her like a mantra. If the man didn't stop obnoxiously chewing his donut and anwser her question she was pretty sure something was going to crack within the next minute. Either her molars or his spine, she didn't know which yet.
"Because they are." the Duh went unsaid but was heard all the same as condescension was practically dripping off his tongue. As she said, what an asshole.
"Could you clarify? Like, question twenty, 31/5=6.2. Why is that marked as wrong when it's clearly correct?"
"The proper anwser is 6 remainer 1."
Don't you just love high school? Victoria had to fight tooth and nail and take it up with the principle before they allowed her to retake the test. Even then she had to play it by her teacher's rules. It was bullshit, but what else was new? She was so angry as she walked out of the testing room that she didn't notice where she was walking when something ran into her.
"Huh? Oh, sorry, are you alright?" She apologized by reflex even though the other had bumped into her. Well more like crashed really, but she wasn't the one who lost out on the exchange so she felt bad. Some kid was sprawled on the ground while his bike was a bit away, with a rather large dent in its wheels. She winced at the sight.
"What are you, deaf?! Why didn't you move!" He shouted as he ripped his helmet off his head and tossed it to the ground in anger. What was with her and attracting redheads with short temper? The boy looked young, she guessed he was 12 like her. He was cute, like one of those kids that showed up on Nickelodeon shows, but he sure had an attitude.
"Hey, I said sorry! Plus you're the one who ran into me." she said with her arms crossed. She was already having a bad day and hell if she was going to stand here and take some verbal abuse from a snot nosed brat. The boy practically turned red in rage before deciding to take a deep breath and check on his bike.
"I'm surrounding by imbeciles..." He mumbled softly beneath his breath as he tried to realign the wheels. Victoria decided to be the bigger person since it was technically partly her fault. Like, half a percent, but still...
"Here, let me help you. Are you hurt?" She said before effortlessly lifting the thing over her shoulders. The boy's green eyee widened at the feat of strength and gesture before narrowing harshly. "What are you doing." He demanded with a sharp glare.
Geeze kid, relax, I'm the victim here, remember?
"I'll help you fix it since this is kinda partly my fault. C'mon I have some tools back home. Or if you want we can take this to a bike shop or something and I'll pay for the repairs. Your pick."
They ended up ending at the Kent's farmhouse anyways when it turned out that the local shop was closed on the weekends and the boy refused to let the bike nor her out of sight as if she would take off with it as soon as he let his guard down.
Said boy sat by the porch as he refused to enter the house while Victoria starting making a sandwich for herself. The bike already fixed and leaning against the fridge. Nothing like super strength to straighten some bent spokes. Five minutes later and she had herself a couple grilled cheeses and one PB&J quartered and with the crust removed which she set aside for Clark.
"Yo, your bike's done, a sandwich?" She offered while chewing on her own. He gave her a look as if she was the most bizarre creature in the world as he checked over his bike. "You... You fixed it."
"... I mean, yeah, that's what I promised, didn't I?" What a weirdo. Why would he follow along if he didn't expect her to actually be able to fix it?
"I- Thank you." it was a barely audible whisper, but Victoria smiled as she hear it. The soft moment was ruined when a rather loud gurgling came from his stomach. She didn't say anything and simply offered him the plate of sandwiches once more. This time he didn't reject.
"The name's Victoria, you?"
"Alexander."
Nothing else needed to be said as they sat on the porch enjoying the evening breezing, sandwiches in hand and chocolate milk mustach adorning their faces. Maybe she wouldn't take Mr. Simon's car and place it on the roof of the school after all.
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Nah, he totally deserves it.