'(Y/N)... wake up~ After all, we need to talk~' I woke up Saturday morning, at seven. I felt sore and overall groggy; However, I mostly felt confused. I looked around the room, wondering if that voice was in my head. No one was in the room. Just myself and a spider in the corner. 'Hey! Are you listening?! Hello~ Earth to Curls?!!' The voice continued to haunt me in an undeniable fashion, as I refused to answer whoever she was. Grabbing my headphones I placed them over my ears before blasting music into them. 'Did you really think that music would help you escape?' I listened to every song I had until seven turned to eight thirty. Taking my headphones off, the voice came back, 'Are you done, mouse? Good~ Now time for the talk~'

I got dressed into something decent, before slowly making my way down the stairs. My brother was at the table, eating a bowl full of Fruit Loops. 'Hey! Why are you ignoring me?!'

'Get out of my head already...' I begged, sitting at the table with my freshly poured bowl of Honey-Nut Cheerios. I rubbed my temples in a stressed manner, waiting for this voice to speak again. She soon did.

'Oh~ So you can hear me. How pretentious can you be, huh?!' She blared, before I silently groaned under my breath. I asked myself mentally why this of all things was happening. After all, I have never had an inner voice like this before. I wondered if I was going insane, 'Insane isn't the right word dear~'

'Who are you?' I questioned, taking a couple bites of my food.

'I thought it was obvious. After all, I'm your stronger half.' A moment of mental silence, 'However, I'll tell you anyway... I'm Bombshell dear~' Spitting out the milk and cereal in my mouth, it all went on my brother's shirt.

"Ugh! (Y/N)!! This was my last clean shirt, besides my ugly plaid one!!" My brother yelled out of frustration, before running up to the closest and pulling out a nice jacket. I muttered a quick sorry, before he sighed in my direction, "Are you doing okay?" He asked, making me shake my head. He came over to my figure before placing the back of his hand on my forehead. "Hm... you aren't burning up, but you do look pretty pale." He looked about before excusing himself for a moment.

'Oh~ Looks like someone got in trouble~' This was getting old fast. From the upstairs I heard my brother talking to someone on the phone. 'Well, I leave you alone for now, little mouse~ Just know that you are never going to shake me.' I wondered who it could have been, before reclining back in my chair. My brother soon returned to the main room. "Who were you on the phone with?"

"Kojiro. He's going to check in on you in a bit, so stay at the house until he does, alright?" I nodded my head confusedly, before my brother lovingly rubbed my hair, "Don't cause too much trouble, dimwit." He stated, before grabbing his things.

"Don't get detention at school." I retorted, before he glared at me again.

"I don't go to school, (Y/N). I teach at a university." He corrected, as I shrugged my shoulders.

"Yeah, you go to school." I restated. This drove him up the wall, however, he was too busy to lash out verbally. He sighed before waving me off.

"... I see you are already feeling better. Bye weirdo." He bid, before leaving me alone with my own thoughts. My thoughts wondered back to Bombshell. After all, I thought I completely detached myself from her, so why has her voice appeared? I retraced my steps. The first time I heard her was this morning. Last night was my first loss, which was against a beef cake. I put a finger on my chin, as I tried to connect the dots. 'Alright, did the result of Joe's win last night trigger her to wake up? And if it did then was it because I was upset about losing, or was it for a completely different reason? Because, I have accepted Joe's victory last night as well as my failure. I... have no idea what the hell is going on...'

Eight turned to nine. And then nine turned to ten. And finally, it was eleven in the morning. I cleaned up and washed our dirty laundry before picking up a few more things that were out of place in my own eyes. I wanted to head somewhere, but my brother told me that Joe was coming... Though, that didn't mean I needed to stay. The doorbell rang, before I walked up to the door and checked the peephole. There was Joe, with a tuple ware bowl, filled with what could only be described as soup. Opening the door, I was about the greet him before the voice in my head reappeared out of nowhere. 'Who is this green-haired hunk of man meat?! I'd like him to be my daddy~'

"Hi Kojiro." I greeted politely, as the voice in my head continued to think less than innocent thoughts.

"Hey (Y/N). Your brother said you weren't feeling well, so he told me to bring soup..." There was a moment of silence, before I took the dish from him. I thanked him kindly, about to shut the door, before he stopped it. "Woah, hold on a minute. I still need to prepare it." Looking at the contents, I found it just fine looking. Nevertheless, I huffed a small sigh of defeat before letting him in. "I always forget how nice your brother's place is." He whistled, before walking into the kitchen. 'That man can cook too~ Hm~ Just shove it up my-' Stopping my thoughts, I became a blushing mess. 'I'm a virgin, what that hell?!' I screamed mentally, before getting a grip on my emotions. "I see what your brother meant. You look awful."

"Thanks Joe..." I deadpanned, holding my head in my hands before sitting on one of the four bar stools. He cooked me something, as I watched, keeping my mind at bay.

"Did you overexert yourself last night?" He questioned, as I shrugged my shoulders, "... Hm..." He hummed, "That doesn't sound right though. After all, you don't look stiff or anything. But it can't be a cold or flu either since it's spring. Well... this is bound to make you feel better. Ta-da!" He showed off, before placing a bowl in front of me. It looked like the same old soup he brought. 'Honestly... I could have microwaved it...' I huffed mentally, before putting a spoonful in my mouth. I hummed in satisfaction right afterwards, before he smiled in my direction.

"... Hey Joe?" I questioned shyly, gazing at his movements before he turned to look at me. I was about to say something, but nothing would come out. 'Say something to the man meat you moron!' He hummed in acknowledgment, before I shook my head. "... Never mind, forget it."

"Come on (Y/N), say whatever you were thinking about." I remained quiet, "I know I'm not your brother or anything. After all, I can count all the interactions we've had with my fingers." I was about to say something snarky just to make the voices in my head mad, however, I didn't wish to drive anyone away. "But I know that face when I see one."

"Um... alright." I agreed before sitting up in my seat, "Do you have a conscience?"

"That's an odd question." Joe chuckled, thinking it was some form of a joke. However I wasn't laughing. He took a moment to think about it, "Well... I know that stealing is wrong and that it is good to help a damsel in distress~" He reminisced, as I softly glared at him, "I still don't see what this has to do with anything." Joe admitted before I decided to continue.

"Have you ever had two?" I questioned, which made the green-haired philanderer raise an eyebrow.

"Like... one right and one wrong?" He questioned confusedly, as I nodded.

"Yes, exactly!" I spoke, with a small smile on my face, however, deep down I knew that Joe didn't understand, "Have you ever had something like that?" My question stumped the green haired chef again.

"Not necessarily... When did it start?" He questioned worriedly.

"This morning, after I woke up." I admitted, as he let out a soft sigh. He forgot that Victory Curls and myself were like two different people. Our attitudes differed greatly, to the point he wondered if I was bipolar. Something in him convinced himself that me having a personality disorder wasn't the case. Mainly because it was true. I was a different person as Victory Curls to hide my identity.

"What does the voice keep saying?" He asked, sitting down in the bar stool next to me. I went on to drink his soup before answering. The silence persisted for a long time, as I closed my eyes to concentrate on Bombshell's voice.

'Oh my God, I want to drink the rest of that soup off his abs~' She spoke, as I opened my eyes, to look into his brownish-red eyes. A soft pink blush appeared on my puffed out cheeks before I turned back to my free meal, "Mainly that I'm a failure." I answered, which made him let out a hum.

"Then I don't think it is a conscience. It might be anxiety..." He commented looking back into the kitchen to make sure everything was put away, "Do you think you feel this way because of our race last night?" Joe queried, as I considered it for a moment, however, that couldn't be. I accepted my defeat with a smile. I didn't need to feel inclined to win anymore. After all, I knew my friends would stick with me, no matter the circumstances. And besides that, Kaoru made me realize that I really do love skateboarding.

"That's just it. The one thing it should be isn't the case." I placed my hand over my mouth in thought, trying to come up with an answer, however, I had absolutely nothing. Nothing at all. "To be perfectly honest, I'm glad I lost to you last night." I smiled, making Joe, of all people, flustered.

"You're... glad?" He re-asked, as I let out a small chuckle.

"Don't get me wrong. I haven't lost a race in four years, so losing is obviously bound to hurt. But the concept of someone being better than me... is exhilarating and scary all at the same time. It's just... I'm just afraid that I won't be able to keep up..." Joe hadn't had a moment like this with me before. The green haired chef wondered what was overstepping. 'Should I comfort her? Should I... just stay quiet? Damnit, think Kojiro, think!' He thought, before I realized what I revealed, "Oh, sorry! I overshared, didn't it?" I giggled dryly, before getting up and pushing the male toward the door, "Oh dear Lord, it's almost noon. You should probably head back to the restaurant! Thanks for the soup, bye!" I slammed the door in his face, before huffing a large sigh. Joe stood there dumbfounded for a moment, before skating back to his restaurant.

I, myself, decided that getting out of the house would be a good way to clear my head. Finishing Joe's soup, I got into my usual attire before taking my brother's board with me. Eventually, I rode in front of Dope Sketch. I decided to go in and say hello to Langa and Reki.

"He jumped over a twig, right?" The manager deadpanned as the red-haired dork yelled out a quick,

"So?"

"How can we help you- Oh, it's just (L/N)." The manager stated before going back into the storage room. 'Rude...' My moment of annoyance was quickly overlapped, by a smiling Reki and Langa.

"Hey guys! Thanks for coming to 'S' for my race yesterday!!" I thanked kindly, reciprocating their expressions, "So what were you two yelling about from outside the store?" I questioned, before Reki grabbed Langa's shoulder to bring him down to his level.

"Mark the date on your calendar (Y/N), because our dear Langa here, landed his first Ollie last night!" Reki responded, as a small gasp escaped past my lips. I turned to meet Langa's gaze. He expected me to say a congratulations, however, I wasn't having it.

"Seriously?! Langa! Why didn't you tell me?!" I blurted, before Langa jumped at the tone.

"You were racing yesterday. I didn't want to bother you." He answered softly, before I just stood there stupidly.

"Didn't want to-" Before I could think about it anymore, I gripped Langa's shoulders tightly, before shaking his body back and forth, "Now you listen here, same goes for you Reki! You guys supported me yesterday and even congratulated me after I lost the beef! Don't you dare assume that I'm too busy for you guys, you hear?! After all, we're... um..." I didn't want to say it. After all, I was too scared.

"Friends?" Reki questioned, with a soft smile on his bright features. A small, embarrassed flush covered my cheeks.

"Y-Yeah, friends." I spoke, as a small grin covered my face. Suddenly, the store entrance burst open, revealing a small child.