So, this is my first fanfic! I know this chapter is v. short, but the others will be longer, I promise!
About 5 Years Ago
I absentmindedly flicked my lighter on and off. My mind was wandering again.
What a way to spend my 6-month leave… I thought, sinking slowly into my own little world. Why would they just leave me here? They know I hate it on my own,
"Hey, would you cut it out?" some girl asked from a few seats down the bar of the club I was in.
My mind didn't take notice of her 'til she stormed over and snatched the small metal lighter out my hand.
"Hey!" I protested, but it fell short when my eyes landed on her angry face.
She kept hold of the lighter.
"Sorry, I-I'll stop it. Just, please can I have it back? I kinda need it,"
Lies. You don't actually need to smoke, you just choose to. I scolded myself
"No," she replied firmly.
"Wha-What? No? Are you fucking with me?" I snapped, instantly regretting it as her green eyes darkened, "Shit. Sorry. I just- I don't know. Please?"
"No. You can't smoke if you want to be an Agent, soldier," the girl replied, her eyes on the dog tags around my neck.
"Uh, oh… Sure… So, you on leave too?" I ask, partly out of politeness and partly because I really want my lighter back.
"Yeah. I wasn't going to leave, but they basically dragged me off the ship."
"Why don't you wanna leave?"
"I'm training to be a Freelancer."
"Oh. Cool. Me too… Now, can I have my lighter back?"
"Oh, for God's sake. No. I'm keeping it until we're both Freelancers. Then you can have it back, and only then."
I smiled slightly. "Deal."