My name is Freelancer Bama. If you are stupid enough to not know where I'm from I am from Alabama. If you were smart enough I applaud you. Anyway my armor color is crimson and grey. My eye color is blue. Hair color blonde. My secret crush. North Dakota. He's a freelancer too. Though he would never like me I'm considered a kid because I'm a new recruit. Though I'm only 19. The only friend here I have is Tex. Even though her real name is Alison. I think. Anyway I was watching her fight against three others. I think their names were York, Main, and Wyoming. York was a bronze color. Main was white. Wyoming was sorta white. At least I thought it was Wyoming. Wash and North walked in. My heart jumped as he stood beside me. I looked at his sister and inside my helmet I smiled. She giggled.
"He sure doesn't move like a recruit." Wash said. I looked at him. I gawked inside my helmet.
"What makes you think he's a guy? She's a girl." I said angrily. He started stuttering and North laughed. I blushed inside my helmet. He brushed against me lightly which made me turn a scarlet red. I watched as they went from bugle poles to hand to hand to some kind of paint that I hated. First time I trained against it I was up against North and South. Which was kind of hard because I kept staring at North. I know I don't know what he looks like but his voice was charming and to be honest I didn't care if he was ugly or not. I never was a girl who always went for guys with looks. I wanted a guy who would love me and treat me like I'm a queen. But he wouldn't like me. I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice that North was talking to me. I looked at him, glad he couldn't see my face.
"I'm sorry I was thinking about something. What did you say?" I asked trying not to stutter.
"I was asking if you remembered the time you went up against me and South?" he asked.
"Like it was yesterday. That paint is a pain in my ass." I blushed and looked at Wash. He was shaking his head. I mentally slapped myself. I'm such an idiot. I looked around and sighed. "I'm just going to leave." I said walking to the door. I heard someone punch him. I walked a few corridors and stopped at my quarters. Opening the door I took my helmet off throwing it on the bed knocking off some of my CD cases. I grabbed a picture off of one of my shelves. It was me and my brother. Caboose. The poor guy and I signed up for the army and I got put in Project Freelancer. I hugged it close to me and let the tears fall. I heard someone knock and I quickly dried the tears away. Composing myself I stood up and fixed the cases. The knocking continued. I groaned and sat on the bed.
"It's open." I called out. Carolina walked in. "Hey Carolina." She sat in front of me and shook her head taking my hands in hers. She's been like a big sister to me for the last few weeks.
"Cat why won't you tell him?" She asked.
"I can't Car. I just can't find the words to tell him. Hell I don't even know him that well. Why would he like someone like me? I'm a rookie. He would want someone like CT. She's around his age. I think. I don't know. But still." I looked back at my CD's. Car sighed and sat beside me taking her helmet off. She picked one of the CD's up.
"Okay if you want to get to know him why not ask him what kind of music he likes." she flipped through my book of CD's. Most of them being metal or Alternative with some Orchestra and Scores from movies. "You may have something he likes. She stopped at one page and took out a blank CD and handed it to me. "Make a mix. Put one song on from all the albums. Give it to me or you can give it to him yourself." I looked at her.
"Car you know I can't do that. I can barely look at him." I said handing the disk back. She took it and put it back in my hand.
"Cat just try."
"But Car."
"No buts. Okay since you won't give it to him make it and give it to me." I sighed and walked to my desk with my Dell laptop on it. I placed the CD in and the laptop whirred as it started to recognize it. I clicked on my library and started putting songs on the disk.
"Are you sure this will work?" I asked.
"Trust me. This is how I did it with my first boyfriend. I found out that we liked the same kind of music."
"I'm pretty sure he won't like Otep, Black Veil Brides, Avenged Sevenfold, Asking Alexandria, John Williams, Steve Jablonsky, or any of the artists I listen to. He's just going to hand it back to you and say 'I don't like these artists.'" I sighed and pulled the CD out as it finished and ejected.
"Now make a list and put it in order of the songs on there. Then put it in this. And write 'If you liked any of these songs and or artists please check the names of the artists or songs. Signed Cat. He doesn't know your real name does he?" She said.
"No. Not really. At least I don't think he does." I said. I placed the note and the CD in the case and closed it, handing the case to Car.
"I'll let you know what he says. Don't worry there has to be at least one he likes." She said walking out. I sighed and laid down closing my eyes letting sleep overtake me.