Red on Blonde
1: Confessions of a Sassy Metajet
Johnny Miller. One of my best friends. Well, lately, since I've grown (in mind and body and age), and we've known each other for just over a year, I've started to think a bit different about him.
When I first met him, I thought he was just a lucky hillbilly. I told him I wasn't impressed. Turns out his dad was my father's best friend.
My dad and his were great friends. They joined the Metajets together. Johnny got his flying skill from his dad, who disappeared a few years back…anyway…
My opinion of Johnny, or 'Ace', as we call him during a mission, went higher every time we were called to go metajets.
Maybe it's part of being a girl and being an adolescent, but do I imagine it or does Johnny stammer when I talk to him? It's like he's nervous or something. Which I can't understand. We've known each other for a long time. I think he also turns a slight shade of red…
Well, if I'm imagining it, then fine. I admit it. Johnny is the first ever boy I ever crushed on. Not Zak Kim, not Trey Jordan, not anybody.
I got jealous when a princess sorta put Johnny in her pocket once – I remember he and Zak were talking about how hot she was. Guess what happened? She turned out to be nothing but a stuck-up snob and a traitor. She was scheming with Black Cloud. But she repented in the end.
Still, I was glad when Johnny refused the offer to be her personal personal bodyguard. He belongs with us, with the metajets.
It's fun being the only girl in the team. I sort of perplex Zak and Trey and Johnny when I put my feminine powers to use. But that's only when I'm really bummed out and need a cheering up.
Sometimes I dream about Johnny – no need to tell you what we do in my sleep.
I never really thought he was cute before – red hair and all. But I was a little snotty then – being daughter of Captain Strong and all, y'know.
When I need a good talk, I go to Johnny. Zak would laugh at me and Trey's too serious, being team leader and one of the top pilots. Johnny sits there and listens. And he doesn't need to talk. His face does for him.
That's what I like about him (Plus I also like his cheekbones). He's sensitive yet strong. Actually, maybe that's wrong. Maybe I love Johnny's courage and soft spots. Maybe I think his eyes always sparkle when he sees me. Maybe I wish we'd share a plane at some mission and I'd get a chance to ki – never mind. Maybe I look at his hands and see how great they'd feel on my back. Maybe I look at his mouth and wonder how he tastes. Maybe I love him.