Stay at Home:
"Uh... My head, what... What happened?" The tan coloured Freelancer groaned, his head in his hands. Carolina laughed at him, and he looked over his shoulder at her. "Seriously... What happened, I feel like I was hit by a truck..." York groaned, and Wash began to speak up from beside him.
"You and North mad-" He began, but York cut him off.
"And then fell off a cliff..." York moaned again, laying back down. Once again, Wash opened his mouth, but was stopped by York. "And was then caught in a fifty megaton bomb detonation." York said, and Wash glared at his friend, grinding his teeth together.
"Are gonna let me speak now?" The steel coloured Freelancer questioned, and the following silence was his answer. "Good, so you and North made a bet that you could spar with Ya-" Wash started up again, but his face dropped as York spoke again.
"And then spontaneously combusted. And the spontaneously exploded." York murmured, and Wash's face only held a look of defeat as he cried out angrily.
"God fucking dammit, York! Just let me speak for a minute or two, it's really not God damn hard!" He shouted, his face going red, although it was hidden by his helmet. York looked over at Wash, nodded and closed his mouth. "Thank you. So, you and North made a bet that you could spar with Yang for five minutes or more. You said you could, North said you couldn't. And let's just say that..." He trailed off, looking away from the injured Freelancer.
"I got my ass handed to me, didn't I?" York asked, and Wash sighed before looking back at him.
"Yeah, that's pretty much the gist of it..." The yellow detailed Freelancer replied, sending his gaze to the ground. Carolina spoke up from behind the two, and York twisted to see her.
"I'd say you lasted a minute and a half at least, two minutes fifteen at most." She informed, and he let out a huff. "Oh don't sound so disappointed, it could have been worse." Carolina suggested, but York huffed again. "Hey, you could have fought Pyrrha, I can barely hold my own against that girl." The aqua coloured Freelancer told him, and he nodded slowly with acknowledgement.
"I guess you're right. But Yang still hits like a God damned MAC cannon." York replied, rubbing the side of his head gently. "I mean, everything about means she can beat the living shit out of anything. Shotgun gauntlets, semblance that makes her stronger after each hit, fire!" York let out a short burst of anger, sitting straight up, and then laying straight back down. "Yep. Headache. That's good to know, fine." He murmured, holding his head again. "Hey, don't you need to get ready or something?" York told Carolina, who nodded before walking off, leaving Wash and York alone. "Hey, you know what I'm thinking?" The tan Freelancer asked, and Wash looked at him confusedly.
"Uh, no..." Wash replied with confusion lacing his voice. York raised his eyes brows and Wash's eyes widened. "What! Really, you want to practice... But you never wanted her to... Where will we the stuff?" He finished his sentence, and York grinned at him.
"I've got the stuff already, just need to remember how to use 'em." York said, swinging his legs off the bed and climbing off. "Hurry up Wash." He said, and the two walked down the corridor.
North walked out of his bedroom, and was almost thrown off of his feet by York and Wash crashing into him. "Woah, where are you two going?" He questioned, and York grinned at him as he raised his eyebrows at him. North sighed, but nodded before he followed them down the hallway. York stopped suddenly, skidding across the ground slightly.
"Where's South?" He questioned, turning to face North, who hummed quietly. "North?" York asked again, and North nodded.
"She's probably downstairs." He told him, and York disappeared, thudding down the staircase. Wash winced when he heard a crash, and a comical "I'm OK!" come from the downstairs. More thuds came from the stairs, and York appeared with South slowly trudging up from behind him.
"Alright asshole, what are we doing?" She said dully, and York span around to face her, his eyebrows raised. "What, now! Ugh, fine. But you owe me." She told him, crossing her arms. The four of them hurried down the corridor, entering a room at the end, slamming the door shut.
Carolina pushed her door open, confused by the sound of music echoing through the building. Her head turned, looking down the corridor. The cyan Freelancer slowly moved along the corridor before she reached the door, placing an ear against the door.
"Alright guys. That was good, but it could'a been better, let's try that again." She heard York's voice, and she listened closer. "Delta, you listening to this?" York asked, and his green AI replied instantly.
"Yes York. I am 'listening to this'." Delta replied, and she heard York let out a huff of relief.
"Good. Guys, I think we can nail it this time." He said, and South's voice erupted over his.
"That's what you said the last three times we did this. And probably another three before that." South growled at him, and the music started up again.
"Yeah yeah yeah. D, start recording it, would ya'. OK, one two three." York began, and the music started up again. Then it was followed by vocals, sang by three different voices.
"Come on Carolina, have fun Carolina." The three sang cheerfully, and Carolina raised her eyebrows. This was followed by a single voice, York's, delivering a calm but semi-insulting line. "You're always being such a bitch." He said, and Carolina let out small half-growl half-chuckle. Carolina leant there for the next few minutes, listening to the rest of the song.
"OK! Guys, that was great. Really, I think that was our best one yet." York said before speaking up again. "OK, we're done for today, you can go." He said, and Carolina dashed off, hiding herself around a corner.
"You know, she'll never thank you for it if you never show her it." North said, and walked off. Carolina smiled to herself, looking at the floor.
"Dude. It's a good song, but she'll never hear it unless you let her." Wash's voice told York, which left York on his own. York sighed, and sat on the floor, his back against the wall.
"God, I wish I could show her, she'd probably kill me if I did..." He muttered, and Carolina leant down, and she whispered in his ear.
"I don't think she would." She told him, which caused him to hurry to his feet, spinning on the spot to face her.
"Uh... Hey there Carolina." He greeted her awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head with his hand. "Weren't you meant to be... Going to Beacon... Or something?" He spoke slowly, not making eye contact with the other Freelancer.
"I would have. But as it turns out, my today's class are on a field trip, so I didn't have to go in." She told him, grinning at him. He looked up from the floor, into her eyes. "So, is this different life good enough for you?" She asked, and he sighed.
"How much did you hear?" He asked sadly, looking at the floor again.
"The entirety of the final song." She replied, and he tried to look up at her, but refused to.
"Really... All of it..." He groaned, and sat back down. "Did you at least like it..?" He asked quietly, and Carolina sat down next to him, a smile on her face.
"York." She looked over at him, her face holding a look of joy. "I loved it. But there was one bit that I thought was... Odd..." Carolina informed him, and he slumped further down the wall.
"Was it the Tex bit or the bitch part?" He questioned her, but she only shook her head. "Huh, then what was it?" He asked again, and she smiled slightly.
"It was the 'Halo 4' part. That's a really old game, York." The aqua Freelancer told him, and York shrugged.
"I liked the game. It represented what we were going through. And it accurately predicted the future. I mean, they nailed it down to the name 'The Covenant'." He replied to her, staring at the wall with awe. She stood up, her hands on her hips.
"Now come on, I've decided that today is 'stay at home' day." She nodded at him, and York stood up, wrapping her in a hug quickly and letting go just as soon. "There's no Halo 4, though I'm sure we can get a good substitute." Carolina told him, and he smiled.
"Not the naked part, I assume. At least, not whilst the others are here." He joked, earning a light punch on the shoulder from the other Freelancer. "Thought so." He muttered to himself happily, and he followed Carolina down the stairs, humming the tune of his song on the way down.
Hey there reader. I don't know what turned this from York getting his arse handed to him by Yang to a York and Carolina story, but it happened and I rolled with it. That's just how it works in my mind, if you can keep writing it then you should. Anyway, rather than me rambling on, Remember that Constructive Criticism is always useful, Reviews are Welcomed and Keep Moving Forward!
Stinger out!