lying on the roof. They had been searching Jimmi’s neighborhood all night to find the guy. "He was staring at my girl." He glances at the older guy standing next to him, the one that everyone actually listens to in the Glowstick Gang. "We gotta teach him a lesson, Speed."
"He doesn't look like much," Speed says, scowling. "Was Jimmi pissed about him staring?"
"Does it matter? I was!"
"Yeah, but--"
"We're taking him down, now, Speed. We just need to get him down from there."
Speed scowls, looking at Tank for a long moment. The guy's obsession with the super girl is starting to grate on his nerves. It's amazing that she's still around, honestly, because she's way too good for an idiot like Tank. She's just a moron, he adds dryly. He would kick Tank to the curb, himself, if he could. Unfortunately, Tank’s creepy grandfather is the one that provides the special glow-stick tubes. They need those tubes.
" Fine, " Speed says. He steps into the street, holding his usual metal pipe in his hand. Half of the group steps out of the shadows, surrounding the house.
"Hey! You!" Speed calls up to the teen above them. "We need to talk." There should be panic, he thinks idly as the guy slowly sits up, yawning loudly. There’s a large group of guys surrounding the house in the middle of the night, lit eerily by the glow-sticks hanging from their necks. But all this kid does is look at them with a bored expression.
"Man, I was just about to get to sleep," he says. "Nice pipe, you a plumber?"
"You were staring at my boy's girl. We're going to fix that problem now," Speed says, wondering why he suddenly feels a little nervous. "Get down here."
"Come up here," the teen says. "But you might want to make it quick, Max is going to find my clothes sooner or later." Then, to Speed's complete shock, he yawns again and lies down.
"Take down the house," Speed orders the others. They start forward, only to go completely still as the front door opens and a guy wearing a pair of knit pants and carrying a bag of marshmallows steps out. He looks at them all blankly for a moment, but not nearly as blankly as they look at him.
"Vinny? You didn't tell me there were visitors," the newcomer says. "I would have brought more marshmallows."
"Dude, if you think I'm going to roast marshmallows for you, you've got another thought coming," the guy from the roof calls down to him.
"I even found sticks, man!"
"I'll tell you what you can do with your sticks--"
"Don't just stand there, take him down!" Tank bellows. The gang rushes forward, only to get slammed to the ground so hard that Speed hears things crack. He's guiltily glad that he hadn't listened to Tank.
"Dude, Max, let them up," the kid on the roof says, moving to the edge and looking down at them. "I want to make friends here, not enemies."
"Oh, right," Max says. The guys on the concrete let out groans and a few of them slowly get to their feet. "Sorry."
"You guys are supers, right? That's why he's dating the girl with the glowing eyes," the one called Vinny says, standing on the edge of the roof and jumping down. He lands easily. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and earrings that glow in the dark. "I think supers should stick together, don't you, Max?" he asks his pal.
"How do we know you're a super?" Tank demands stupidly. Tank needs his head bashed in, Speed thinks viciously. As if it weren't obvious by the jump.
"This is my interview, right? I show my powers and I get to join the gang--without you trying to take out my uncle's place. He wouldn't appreciate that on my watch," Vinny says. "Bear with me, I'm still learning," he adds as Max walks over to his side, getting a marshmallow out of the bag and a stick. For a moment Vinny gives Max a dark look.
"What? It's the perfect time for a s'more," Max says.
"Shuddup, Max," Vinny says. The Max guy makes Speed more nervous than Vinny