There is a huge difference between making a good first impression and making a bad one. I happened to be one of those people who make very bad first impressions. When I met Mathew, I'd punched him in the face by mistake. Then I met Scarlet when I was talking to my friend Donna in the bathroom about-of all things-orgies.
This time I fell from the sky. And I don't mean it metaphorically, I mean it in the literal term that I fell straight out of the sky. But to be accurate I fell out of the ceiling with glass surrounding me and crashed onto a table littered with papers and pencils.
And sitting at the table were a bunch of men and about three or four girls. I groaned in pain and rolled onto my side. Unfortunately when I opened my eyes I was staring down the barrels of a shotgun. I let out a high pitched scream and tried to back away but cried in pain when my hands hit the table that was not covered in glass. I lifted up my hands and my eyes clouded with tears when I saw the blood.
High pain tolerance... I get it now.
"Switzerland put your gun down." I looked up at the gun once more, and looked past the barrel to see a blond haired green eyed man frowning. "Put your gun down." The other person repeated. We stared each other down until I felt too intimidated and I looked away, closing my eyes and letting the tears flow.
I bit my lip and tried to hide in my hair-but that wasn't going to work since I'd cut it about two months ago and it wasn't even back down to my shoulders yet. My hands, back and my knees burned in pain and I bled from almost everywhere but the front of my body (excluding my knees).
"Ve~ The Bella looks-a scared." I opened my eyes and gasped-I remember that voice. I just don't know where I remember it from.
"No-a shit." Mumbled a deeper voice. I glance at the two. One was staring at the floor, his arms crossed with a scowl on his face. He had rather pretty brown eyes, and dark auburn hair with a curl sticking out of the right side of his head. He wore a tan military uniform, and a half-eaten tomato sat in front of him.
The other looked like the first in some ways. But his eyes were closed, and the curl stuck out of the left side of his head. His hair was also a much lighter shade and his uniform was a nice shade of blue.
I know I've seen them before... I saw them... Oh God, I know where I've seen them. Oliver, this name rings through my head, but I know it doesn't belong to either of the men... The grumpy looking one looks up and out gazes meet. He flushes and looks assay and so I look to someone else, and they stare back. But this one seemed a little less intimidating-hell this person was a girl.
She had long, messy brown hair and tanned skin. Her eyes were a dark shade of brown and she wore a lot of layers. Snow pants, a snow jacket, which was unzipped to revile an anime style sweater. She had a penguin sitting in her lap which looked stuffed at first... until it blinked.
"Miss?" Someone waved their hand in my face and I jumped a bit, backing I did. This man took the place of the first-he was blond with green eyes as well but he smelled of tea and wore a green army uniform. "Miss, I asked what your name was." He repeated a question I hadn't even heard. Oh God... my name? Maybe it was the British accent that made me forget. No.
"M... Miley Ames?" I said it, but it didn't sound so familiar. "Miles, everyone calls me Miles." I wondered who the 'everyone' I was speaking of. He looked at me and raised one of his eyebrows... goddamn those eyebrows were huge.
"You don't sound so sure." I frowned at him and feel my eyes droop as I look at him.
"My name is Miley Guinevere Ames and my best friends call me Miles." He hummed in response and held a hand out to me. I slowly put mine in his and winced at the burning sensation that went through my hands. He and one of the others-another blond with blue eyes and glasses-helped me off of the table.
"Now, I'd like to know how you got here." The British man became very serious, but the other guy let out a laugh.
"Who cares I say we become friends!" He slung his arm around my shoulders and I collapse, yelping in pain as I reach for my shoulders. The oblivious American man looked down at me confused. "Duce, what happened?" Then, he was hit upside the head by British eyebrow dude.
"You git, she just fell out of the bloody sky along with glass what the hell do you think is bloody wrong?!" For some reason, my mouth wouldn't close and I almost couldn't breathe, trying to reach my now burning shoulders.
There was silence as a chair scraped across the wooden floor. The sound of footsteps approached me and a shadow covered my eye-sight. I looked up to see another hand, smaller and tanned. I groaned in pain as I reached up and another hand grabbed my other arms elbow and the person help me to my feet.
The girl's skin was slightly tanned, although it was still pale. She was covered in freckles and wore tan men's military uniform pants with a white shirt tucked in and a blue knitted hat. But she had her eyes closed and a small frown.
Around her neck hung two necklaces both on leather chains, one was the Italian flag and the other was the Union Jack.
"I'm-a take her to get cleaned up. Don't-a be dumbasses while I'm-a gone." She took a hold on my hand and began to drag me away. "And I'm-a talking to you Romano."
"Bastardo!"
"Ow." I hisses as the girl wrapped my arms.
"Chiedo scusa." I didn't understand what she said but I hoped she was apologizing and not calling me a baby. She turned around to the bathroom counter next to where I sat. I looked at her, and her hazel eye looked duly around the medical supplies.
"What's your name?" I asked and she flicked her eyes towards me before going back to the box. She picked up the bandages again.
"Verdan. They-a call me Verdan." I stared as her, my eyes narrow.
"You were named after a country?" She nodded, turning to me.
"Roll-a up your pants or-a take 'em off." I quickly roll up my stretch pants and wince when the cloth moves out of the cuts where it was stuck. She kneeled down and I felt the cloth press into my cuts and slowly move up.
"Why?" She began to wrap up my leg, frowning as she did. It took a few moments before she spoke.
"I can't-a tell you, not unless- a the others agree." I stared at her confused until she put everything away. I looked down and saw both my legs were wrapped. "Now-a hurry up. I-a bet the boys are fighting-a again." She locked the first aid kit away for the next use.
I wondered what she meant... and who are the others?
