When I finally got outside with my hair damp and in a white wifebeater with black shorts, I was in a considerably better mood. I came to stand next to Face who seemed to have been deemed the task of guarding my pancakes. I held my hand out to him expectantly and he gave them to me. As I ate my first pancake I observed what was going on around me. B.A. was working on a motorcycle, Murdock was making steaks, and Face was drinking a beer while tanning and having his feet in a kiddy pool. I rolled my eyes at this. Him and his damn tanning. I went over to B.A. to help with the motorcycle. As we worked and I ate my pancakes I had one of those moments. You know those moments where you feel completely at peace and life just felt perfect. Well kinda perfect. Well not really. Whatever you know what I mean. I had one of those moments.
And then that bitch came and screwed it up.
In the middle of the moment I heard the voice of one of the people I hate the most. Charissa Sosa. She broke my best friend's heart. Of course I hated her. And she was a total bitch. I have no idea what he saw in her. I listened to the conversation and whenever I heard him make a snippy comment right back at her, I would smirk. After she got so frustrated she left and he was singing with Murdock. I got up and walked over and sat in between them on the ground just as Murdock asked if El Diablo meant the devil in Spanish. Face and I responded in unison "Yeah Man." Murdock looked between us and muttered, "Creepy". We sat there for a while until we were told that had to go to plan out a mission.
As soon as we were all in the tent everybody started talking at once. I just sat there and listened to the conversations. Usually I would join at least one of them but for some reason today I didn't feel like it. I didn't feel like talking and I was content to just sit there and watch them. They never say anything when I don't talk. I listened to Murdock and B.A. arguing over planes and flying first. I smirked. I switched to Hannibal and Face's conversation. Face was convinced that Charissa was coming back to him and Hannibal was telling him she wasn't. My smile instantly dropped.
The conversation soon turned to the mission and I was thankful.
A/N Sorry I took so long posting but I've been having issues writing this chapter… so I know it's not long but it'll have to do. Please give me some ideas.