Pom Pom Angel: Love Rescue pt. 4

Gus rushed through the front door of his building, and up the three flights of stairs towards his apartment.   He didn’t even stop to look behind him to make sure that crazy girl wasn’t following him. 

The last thing he needed was to get mugged by some hyper, homeless cheerleader who thought God had sent her to this world to scare the shit out of people.

“Nando, open the door!”  He started banging his fist onto the black lacquered door.  He was hitting it so hard that his fist went from hurting, to stinging then finally numb. 

After about a minute of raising holy hell, the door opened, and a sleepy Nando, with his two tone hair, and olive skin, cracked the door open. 

“What the hell dude, you have a key.”  His voice was a groggy mumble.  He brushed his blond bangs off of his face, and ran his fingers over the close cut, black hair on the back of his head. 

“No time for keys.”  Gus pushed past his roommate, and slammed the door shut.  “I’m being followed.” 

“By?” Nando stood there, hands on his hips, looking appropriately annoyed. 

“A really perky blonde girl in a cheerleading outfit.”  Gus collapsed on the couch, his lungs finally giving him the finger and demanding oxygen.  “She jumped out of a bush, and called herself my guardian angel.”  

“This is why you never get laid.” Nando shook his head.  “As a straight man, you fail horribly.” 

“Dude, if some burly dude dressed like a football player started charging at you in the park, screaming, “I’m your guardian angel”, would you run?”  Gus leaned forward, his legs aching from the rapid climb up the stairs.  He was really out of shape. 

“You know I’m more of a soccer guy.”  Nando smirked.  He was actually enjoying Gus’s suffering.  “How do you know this girl even followed you home?” 

“I… I’m not entirely sure, actually.” 

“Then you probably lost her when you ran off.  Gus, buddy, you need to calm down.  This is probably nothing.”  Nando sat next to him, patting him on the back. 

Fate decided to prove Nando very wrong.  Very, very wrong. 

The window behind the couch suddenly shattered into a wide spray of glass shards, and a blonde, perky cheerleader with two wings sprouting out of her back, came crashing into their living room.  She flew over them, slamming into the far wall, and tumbling to the ground. 

“Damn wings ruining my entrance.”  She was mumbling to herself as she climbed to her feet. 

Nando and Gus both sat there, stunned.  Had that really just happened?  Did that crazy lady really just come flying into their apartment? 

She hopped to her feet, brushing the broken pieces of glass off of her crisp, blue and white sweater, then she threw out her arms, and with a big smile on her face yelled, “You can run, but you can’t hide from your guardian angel!” 

Both men screamed.  It seemed the natural reaction to having some weird, half bird, and half valley girl cannonball through your living room window.  They screamed, and they ran, both of them rushing into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind them. 

“I told you!  I told you she was following me!”  Gus was shuddering, pressing himself against the door, trying to hold back the cheery invader. 

Nando was fishing under the bathroom sink.  “Fine, you were right.  A bouncy bomber is stalking you.  Now shut up, and let me think.”

Gus could hear her yelling on the other side of the door.  “God damn it!  I’m an angel you asshole.  Why do you keep running away from me?” 

“Think quick!  She’s getting pissed.” 

***

Missy wasn’t use to using such foul language, but in that moment, it seemed appropriate.  Being a guardian angel wasn’t supposed to be this hard.  All she wanted to do was introduce herself, but he kept running away. 

“Come on.  I’m not going to hurt you.”  She pouted; hoping the power of her cuteness could reach through the bathroom door.  “You guys are hurting my feelings.” 

Her pouting must have worked, because the bathroom door slowly creaked open. 

“I knew you would see the light!”  She rushed at the door, arms outstretched and ready to embrace her project. 

When she was a few feet away, the door flew open, and Gus’s roommate rushed at her, a spray can held in front of him. 

This was bad. 

He pressed down on the top, and a thick cloud of bug spray blasted her in the face. 

The last thing she thought before passing out was if it was bad form for a guardian angel to beat the shit out of her project, because even if it was, the Council of Angels would probably make an exception for Gus.