Set the Fire to the Third Bar
"Savannah, hurry up we don't have all day" My father yelled to me as he starting putting more and more boxes into the moving truck. This was just other move, I'm used to it. This time was a little different, my father was being transferred to AB Rhein-Main, witch is a airborne station in Germany. I'm used to traveling around America with him. We have been to Georgia, Texas, Washington, California, Florida, Kentucky, and Alabama...but this was new.
I had gotten over the fear of moving, I used to stare at my room thinking back to the memories, but I learned not to because there is no way you can bring the memories back and I had gotten to the point where I blocked the memories out. Moving around has been good for me in the long run, I have learned how to make friends, and I have learned how to not hold on to something that wasn't important.
The plane ride was horrid, by the time I got to Germany, and then to the base I was ready for a hot shower. It was around 6:00 in the morning when we arrived, and I was not tired. It was a shocker considering jet lag.
"Hey dad, Ill be back. Im going to go to the PX and get some Woman Products" I shouted, though the house. The only response I got was. "Bring me back two cases of water"
I grabbed my solid green hoodie, and headed out the front door. The air was freezing and thick, just the way my dad liked it. My dad and I live alone, my mother died of Cancer when I was 12 and being alone gets easier and easier every day that passes.
As I was walking down the sidewalk, I felt a burst of cold air…worse than it was already outside. A group of army men ran past me in the same direction as the PX. Even though I hang around Army Men all the time, the young ones are the ones that really get me. Perfect crew cuts it was just…perfect.
As I entered the PX I saw the same group of men standing around smoking cigarettes, I passed them shyly. Though one really caught my eye, He had a chizzeled face, and even though he was wearing a shirt I could still see the muscles in his body. I smiled awkwardly at him, and only receiving a smirk back. I was so embarrassed, so I hurried up inside.
Inside, I walked over to the woman's section getting my supplies then going to the water. I drug it out, bend over I tried my best to pick it up but I was just not strong enough. "Hmmm, you can do this Savannah" I picked up the other one, placing it on top then my tampons on top of the stack. With my feet I started pushing it towards the cash register. When I arrived the clerk lady laughed at me.
"Do you need some help darling?" She asked, smiling and walking around with the scanner. Luckily , I had my fathers Army discount card witch really came in handy.
"No I think I got it," I said smiling, I bent over again, with my hands I pushed it out the door. It was quite a walk from here and I knew it was going to be hell.
When I made it outside, I heard the same group of men laughing at me. At first I wondered if it was because of the guy I smiled at, but then I realized that it was because I was pushing two cases of water on the sidewalk.
I could hear them from the distance arguing over who would come help me, but I ignored it and kept pushing past them.
"Excuse me" I heard from behind me. Is voice was rusty, but it was like music to my ears. I turned around. "Do you need help with that?" he asked, pointing to the two cases of water.
"Yeah, I do. If you don't mind, but it's a long walk from here" I pushed my long blonde hair out of my face and smiled. It was the same one from earlier, and for a moment I got lost in his eyes. They were a deep brown, like a sea of chocolate. Quickly, I snapped out of my daze.
"I'm trained to help." He spoke laughing and picking up the two cases. I quickly took my tampons off but it was to late, he had all ready seen them. I felt so embarrassed as I put them to my side and started to walk.
"I'm John Tryee" He said, in almost a proud way. It was something I found extremely attractive.
"Savannah Curtis" I smiled pushing my hair behind my ears. Once I said it was like his eyes widened in disbelief. He looked over at me, with a 'really' face.
"Are you serious? You're a Curtis?" John asked, as we started heading up a hill. He seemed to be carrying the cases with ease.
"Yeah, is that a problem?" I asked, curiously.
"Potentially, it could be" he said, with a hint of laughter at the end witch really made me wonder.
"Why?"
"Because Sergeant Curtis is my Sergeant" He looked at me, "He doesn't like me" John admitted.
"Don't worry," I started "my dad hates everyone"
"dad.."
"What?"
"its funny hearing someone call him that"
As we arrived at the house John looked at me, almost like he was sizing me up. "How old are you?" he asked walking up to the front porch.
"16" I smirked, knowing that he was probably never going to talk to me again now. "what about you?" I asked, hoping it was no older than 18.
"I just turned 19" "Do you need me to take them inside?" he asked, looking at the house as if it were possessed with demons.
"If you don't mind, I don't think I can make it to the kitchen table" I bit my lip, then opened the door. My father was in the kitchen cooking up break fast. It was 6:30 am and I was surprised he was not gone to work already.
"hey dad" I said, walking into the kitchen but John hesitated. He slowly walked in, a cheesy nervous smile on his face. He set the cases down on the table and stood up straight. And for a moment, I don't think my dad noticed him until he turned around.
"Dad, you know John. He helped me carry the water back to the house" I smiled at John, and it made my heart skip a beat when I saw him smile back.
"Thank you for your help John, you can leave now. And I will see you at 7:00 sharp, don't be late" he turned back around and continued making breakfast.
"Yes Sergeant" John said, then looking at me and whispering. "Meet me at the PX today at 5" His breath was hot and smelt like smoke but for some reason I could not tear away from the thought of his lips on mine.
5 seemed like forever to me. I spent the whole day in my room unpacking my clothes and trying to find the right shirt to wear. I wasn't quite sure of what exactly we were doing but I knew that if it was with John, then I felt safe and okay.
I arrived at the PX, my hear pounding with anxiety.
