The Long Ride | Lloyd X OC | Ninjago

𝟏𝟖 | 𝑷𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒗𝒔. 𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒂

A/N: Well...so much for sticking to a schedule. I don't even wanna know how many weeks late this is 😮‍💨
I'll do better!
...I'll try



Hearing a faint, ringing sound slowly get louder, I moan before covering my ears in an attempt to drown the noise out. Though, I have minimal luck. I huff frustratedly, reaching under my pillow for my phone and shutting the alarm, as well as the nine that'd soon haunt me, off. But not before tiredly reading the message I'd left on said alarm. Right. I've got to go out and buy some paint for the house.

It's barely been a day since we moved into this one bedroom, one half-bath apartment. I remember crashing last night, sometime early. Around eight, I think. I'm not even sure I had dinner. After the previous week's events, I was beyond exhausted yesterday. Whilst I'm not on the verge of passing out anymore, I still feel a little tired.

Yawning, I sit up, stretching my legs and arms a little too far, causing a sudden, unwelcome, immense pain to hit me. I hate it, but it's happened lots before. I have no idea why, but it's not like I can help it. Pushing my hair out of my face, I quietly walk a few feet to the other side of the room, and begin making toast for myself. It's plain, but it gets me going for a little while. And I can probably get away with going to sleep when I get back since I don't have to start painting immediately. So long as Lloyd hasn't woken up by that time.

Once my toast pops, I quickly butter both slices and shove one into my mouth, leaving the other on the plate for now. I grab my bag off the small coat hanger hung onto the doorframe and check I've got everything I need inside, which really is only my wallet and my phone.

I take several more bites of toast, before leaving it in my mouth once again as I grab my phone and shove it into my bag. Most people would think eating just toast in the morning is unrealistic. But when you haven't got an insane amount of money and have also been having just two slices of toast for breakfast the last six years, you get used to it.

Setting my bag down, I finish my toast before setting the plate in the sink. No point doing the dishes now, it'll just wake everyone up. Walking over to my bed, or rather my and Nya's bed, since we're sharing a single, I grab a small box from underneath the bed, consisting of the only outfit I have left. It's the same one I wore the day we visited Cole's dad for information on the Fang Blade.

I walk behind the small curtain we'd set up for privacy early last night and quickly get dressed. Once done, I slip on my shoes and swing my bag over my shoulder. I could just go out in my Gi, but I feel like it'd be a little odd to walk into a store dressed as a ninja. Which, I am...but if people don't know me by my face, then I don't want them to recognise me from my gi. I'm only going out to get paint, anyway.

I take one of the spare keys before exiting, locking the doors behind me, and leaving the apartment building. Honestly, it's been awhile since I've taken a walk through the city, not fighting any crime or playing the role of hero. Just me. And in a way, it's nice. I do love being a ninja though. Truthfully, I don't think I could ever give it up. It's literally the one thing I'm actually decent at. And I've tried a lot of things. Maths, Music, Art, Design Technology, Singing, Science, Textiles. Pretty much every subject in school, I tried it all. As someone who used to be incredibly weak, imagine the shock upon realising you're actually strong and can stand a punch.

It takes a twenty minute bus ride before I arrive at the one store I know of that does paint in the city. There are probably more, but I'm familiar with this one as my parents used to buy paint from here all the time. Though to be honest, I'm not one hundred percent sure they actually sell paint anymore. I hope they do.

Walking into the store, I head up the escalator and towards where I remember the paint section being. Thankfully, it's still here. I grab a pack of brushes and a roller, shoving them in my armpit temporarily. Bending down, I read over each colour. There's a lot, ranging from all different shades of pink, to about fifty shades of grey. The guys and I never discussed what colour we wanted to paint the walls. Though, I have a feeling pink's off the radar, unfortunately.