A/N: So you know how I wanted to start this new story/project because I thought I could handle the double writing and stuff? Well, as you can tell with my other story, I already have a hard enough time updating that gargantuan thing.
But, I've decided to write the third chapter for this story. I don't know why, I just feel like it :D
So anyways, I'm not gonna stall anymore, and start the chapter.
I don't exactly know or recall how I returned to my room from the night before. Or who took me back to my room. Or even how they knew where I was staying.
It may have been Tommy, or one of the guys brought me to Tommy. I know I didn't walk here, that's for sure.
All that I can recall mostly is I played poker with the guys for a good few hours. And my liquored up body couldn't take the lack of sleep. So I curled up on one of the cots, and fell into deep slumber.
I could ask Tommy what time I got back, but I don't know how angry he is with me. Plus I'd hate to find out that the four men I just met and have grown to trust a little bit, turned out to be dishonorable. They don't look like the type who'd fondle a girl while she's sleeping, but you never know these days.
My head was killing me, when I awoke. All I needed was some eggs, orange juice, and aspirin. That always helped with the hangovers. But I'm not implying that I'm an alcoholic, if that's what you're getting at. I just had an alcoholic father and older brother. I enjoy the occasional bourbon or whiskey once in a while. But I chastised myself every time, for my deliberate underage drinking. Especially with the position I'm holding.
After I had my breakfast, I made my way back to the base. It was the weekend for the boys, and they were allowed their weekend leaves. At least, they were, if they weren't revoked.
Tommy has never had his revoked before. But he never uses it either. When I was overseas in France, he sent me letters talking about his daily accounts and how he'd spend his weekends playing sport games with the other NCO's and officers.
Of course I didn't find any of this information out till I arrived in England, about oh, yesterday. That's when I was finally allowed to receive my mail. 62 letters. What part of "I can't receive or write letters, due to the fact that I am a spy and any thing that could give out my true identity could cause irreparable damage to the war effort in Europe and, ultimately, get me killed. Either by the Germans or by Bill himself." did Tommy or the rest of my family not understand?
I arrived at Tommy's tent and announced that I was there and if anyone was awake or decent. I drew open the flaps, and Tommy was sitting on the edge of his bed, groggy eyes. The other two, Larry and Michael were already awake and gone.
"Mornin' Tommy." I said. Tommy simply looked up, and wiped away a sleep-covered eye.
I knelt down in front of him, "Oh, is little Tommy-Wommy hung over?" I babied.
Tommy didn't even acknowledge the babying, "Mmmhhmm" He replied.
"Aw, do you want some breakfast?" I asked, sarcastically sincere.
"Mmmhhmmm"
"Ok, but first you have to tell me who or what took me back to my room last night."
"What?" He asked, his eyes still closed.
"I want to know who took me back to my room last night." Tommy's eyes cracked open.
"I thought you stayed here last night?"
Great. It wasn't Tommy. Who done it then? Who in the hell took me back to my room?
"Let's just get you some breakfast shall we?" I sighed, helping him up.
"What about you?" He asked.
"Already ate."
"Oh."
"So where can we get some grub around here?"
"There's a little place up the way a bit." Tommy yawned; he winced and grabbed the side of his head. I threw a bottle at him. Which he caught when it hit his shoulder.
"I took it off of Larry's bed. I don't think he'd mind you taking his aspirin."
"Thanks" He mumbled, fumbling with the medicine bottle.
We reached the little place in question. It defiantly was little, that's for sure. We got him some food and decided to sit and eat outside.
Tommy was halfway done with his breakfast when we were both rudely interrupted. I was trying my damndest to stay awake, but every time I closed my eyes it felt so good. My eyes were closed when the interrupter showed up.
"Hey, Thompson!" The man belted out. The sheer volume of his voice shook me awake, and made me quite the unhappy camper. I clamed myself down and grabbed my forehead. I looked up slightly. It was Malarkey.
"Sleep well last night?" He asked, walking up to us.
"Sort of, Malark. Why do you ask?" Tommy asked with his mouth half full.
"I wasn't talking to you, Tommy. I was talking to Miss Haley over here," I looked up, Don smiled wickedly, "So, Haley, sleep well last night?" He asked. I threw up in my mouth a little bit.
"Leave 'em alone Malarkey, let them eat their breakfast in peace." Announced another man walking up the street. It was Skip, with Frank right behind.
"I wasn't doing nothing wrong, just asking Haley here how she slept last night, that's all." Don replied.
"Never doing nothing wrong, good ol' Malarkey." Frank laughed.
"Ok, which one of you took Haley back to her room?" Tommy asked.
"What you talking about, Thompson?" Skip asked.
"Haley has been taken in by the Womack's up the street, which one of you took her there?" Tommy asked again. The three men looked at each other, and shrugged.
"None of us knew where she was staying. We just knew that she couldn't sleep in our tent. George said he was taking her back to your Tent -" Frank piped up. I shot my head up. So it was George. I started to sweat; the heat of the morning was really starting to get to me. Really.
"And speak of the devil." Skip cackled, everyone looked over. A sleep-deprived looking George was walking up the road towards us.
"Mornin' Georgie" Frank said.
"eh, eh, mornin' boys." George said, waving the men off.
"What, no proper good morning today, George?" Skip laughed.
"Listen, just let me get some fucking breakfast, will you Skip?" George said plainly, a cigarette placed conveniently between his lips, waiting for it's precious flame.
"Luz, watch the language, we are in the presence of a woman here." Malarkey chastised.
"Where?" George asked, he must've been totally oblivious to the fact that I was even there. His eyes landed on me, and he started to blush. He look down at his feet. "Please excuse my language." He looked up, and I saw a rather large bruise on the right side of his face.
"What happened to your face?" I gapped.
George started off for the door, blushing harder, "Nothing." He said. The guys looked around, wondering what that was all about, and headed in to see what was eating George.
Tommy was done with his breakfast, and we found this as a perfect opportunity to get away.
I was still pretty bothered about George's face as the day wore on. I wonder how he got that bruise. Did Tommy hit him last night, thinking him for an intruder? Or did another drunkard decide to just pop the first guy he saw, and sadly it was George?
I was determined to find out what really happened to George. I set out later that night to find him, hopefully alone. I didn't feel like being held captive by the three stooges once again for the day. Once was enough.
I found the night's hotspot for the troopers. It was a quaint little pub that seemed to just love the mighty American dollar these men were throwing around.
I headed inside, hoping to find George. Alone. But then again, it is a Saturday night, who would go out alone?
I immediately spotted the other three, and quickly darted out of the way, hoping they didn't see me. I wandered around, wondering where in the hell George was. Then I spotted him. He was at the bar, talking with some other girl.
She was petting him heavily, and obnoxiously laughing. It was seriously the most disgusting thing I've ever seen. Just because of this one single solitary moment, I thought about giving up on the human race altogether. Whore.
I snuck over behind a plastic plant and got a good few feet from George.
"Psst! George!" I whispered. George and the other girl didn't even move. I moved the plant and me closer. "George!" I continued to whisper. The girl looked over his shoulder.
"I think that plant would like to speak with you, George." She commented, pointing to me. George turned around and looked at the plant with crazed eyes. I parted the leaves a bit.
"Haley? What are you doing he--" He started. But I shhsed him. I didn't want to cause attention to myself. But I guess the plant diversion was not helping at all.
"I need to talk to you. Privately." I said, looking over at the girl. She looked disappointed at my comment.
"Ok." He nodded, he turned to the other girl, "I'll be just a second here, my friend here," He grabbed a hold of me, "She just got out of the nut house and she isn't supposed to be out alone. Ok? Be back in a sec." I looked at him with demon eyes.
"Nut house?" I said angrily.
"Says the girl who hides inside of plastic plants." George smiled, "What'd you want, Haley?"
"What happened to your face?" I asked
"I told you earlier, nothing." He replied.
"That doesn't look like nothing."
"Why do you care so much?"
"I care, because I think I may have been at fault here. Since you did take me back to the Womacks' place."
He snorted, "I should say." I turned to him.
"Should say what?"
"Nothing."
"No, George, just tell me what the hell happened to your damn face!"
"You wanna know what happened to my face?"
"Yes"
"You really wanna know?"
"For Christ's sakes yes!"
"You know what happened to my face, Haley? You happened to my face! Jesus Christ." He exclaimed.
"What?"
"You try to help a girl out. Take her home, make sure she's safe. Then, she socks you in the face." He muttered.
"Oh man." I stated.
"All you broads are the same. You take advantage of men, and abuse them. No consideration of the man's feelings comes into the woman's brain does it? I think not."
I grabbed George's shoulder. I turned him around to face me. "I am so sorry, George." He looked me dead in the eye and smiled.
"It's okay, Haley." He accepted, taking my hand off of his shoulder. "You did sock me pretty good."
"I did sock you pretty good, didn't I?" I winced.
"Yeah." I moved his face, to see the bruise in the light.
"Does it still hurt?"
"Is Hitler an asshole for starting this damn war?"
I rolled my eyes, "I'll get you some ice." I went and found an empty glass on the bar area. I leaned over and scooped up a glass full of ice. I wrapped the ice up in his hat. "Sit down" I ordered, placing a stool underneath the light. I moved his bruised side more towards the light, to get a better look.
"Ow." He cried.
"Oh, you big baby. It doesn't hurt that bad." I smiled, pressing the ice to his face.
"Easy for you to say, you weren't punched in the face by an accomplished spy."
"That's right, I haven't been punched in the face. But I have been slapped by one before."
"Who?"
"When I was in France, I was training with some of the top men and women in the world, with one of the top leaders in espionage training us. Jean Claude Pétan. He didn't find that yelling and telling a person what to do was a good enough training practice, but slapping the person across the face was a much better way of reasoning. Eventually, we were all slapped so much, that we finally fought back. That's basically the thing he was going for though," I looked into his eyes. He was staring dreamily at me, "What?"
"You have the most beautiful blue eyes." He smiled. I blushed and looked down.
I looked back up, and he was inches away from my face. I locked eyes with him. At that moment my head was screaming "DON'T DO IT! REMEMBER WHAT YOU PROMISED TOMMY! YOU WERE NOT TO GET WITH ANY BOY HERE, REMEMBER!?". But yet, my heart was screaming, "Go ahead, Kiss him. What harm could it do?"
But my head was louder than my heart.
I jumped up from the stool I was sitting on, and dropped his ice wrapped hat, "Oh! Look at the time, I was supposed to meet Tommy at 8:45. I gotta run. Listen, I'm really sorry about the face. I hope it gets better." I started to walk away.
"Haley, wait a minute." George pleaded.
"Sorry, I don't have a minute. Gotta run, y'know." I laughed crazily, even freaking myself out. "Anyways, I'll see you around."
"Haley, Wait-" I cut George off, by walking out the door. I stood outside the door, breathing heavier than ever.
Oh my god, what is going on with me?
And that's the end of chapter 3! You know, I really enjoyed writing this chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it!
