I got some clothes on, and I went downstairs for lunch, I ate half of my sandwiches, I had to leave the rest, you know what I hate having to study dance at college, I have to keep on a strict diet, but Alan was watching me anxiously, I had to finish my food, otherwise he will be on my case.
"I think you deserve a flying lesson" Virgil broke the awkward silence, he dragged both me and Scott with him.
"We need to get changed, wait here" Scott ordered, I was waiting, and waiting, and waiting until both the boys (well one was a boy the other was a man) appeared, Virgil was wearing his blue jumpsuit with a green utility belt type strap thing, it matched Thunderbird 2, Scott however was wearing an air stewardess' uniform, he didn't look very happy, the wig and makeup just killed it for me.
"Oh Christ Scott, I didn't actually mean it" Virgil was laughing.
"Well it's your payback for me beating you in that race" Scott smiled to hide his anger.
"Yeah shall we not mention that because I already feel embarrassed about washing Alan's boxers" Virgil was speaking in a more serious tone, Jesus Christ I never noticed how deep his voice was.
"We need to get you something to wear" Scott suggested, he took me to a room and he handed me a blue jumpsuit, it had a green belt, it was a little baggy because I was a bit on the skinny side of the body shape spectrum, I felt like a pilot, the boots however felt heavy, I couldn't walk properly, I almost fell over at one point, but I got the hang of walking eventually.
"Yay you're like my twin, we match" Virgil squealed slightly.
"Calm down" I scolded him
"I think we have to take the manual way, by the way there's two ways to get the Thunderbird 2, the automatic way or the "cool way" as Virgil calls it, is through the painting in the front room near our dads desk, the other way is going through the hangar and climbing a few stairs and then a ladder" Scott explained "Virgil you go your way and I'll take Olivia the long way round."
"Scott I can't take you seriously wearing that" I giggled.
"Don't" Scott warned me.
He took me the long way round, it was very exhausting, I needed to sit down, it wasn't long before Virgil started giving me a lecture on what each control does on the cockpit.
"So that there is the throttle control, when you take off you need to pull that back all the way since it's a static take off" Virgil sighed "right this is the Mode Control Panel, these have to be in every aircraft otherwise you're gonna take off then your engine goes to sh*t and you die, the MCP is where you control your altitude, vertical speed, vertical navigation and lateral navigation, it can also be used to engage or disengage autopilot, this is the important bit that you have to keep an eye on otherwise as I stated earlier you will die, this is the Primary Flight Display, this is your altitude and vertical speed indicator, this is the intercom where you communicate between the 'birds, usually if you want to speak to like Thunderbird 1 you have to say "This is Thunderbird 2 to Thunderbird 1" then state your message blah blah blah I'm boring you to death aren't I" Vigil looked over at me and I have to admit I was bored, I can't even fly a jet let alone Thunderbird 2.
"In case of an emergency your exits are here, here and here" Scott added, he was doing the whole flight stewardess act.
"I give up, I'll never be like you" I complained.
"Dude you're alright, you'll get a hang of it some day, I remember when dad was teaching me how to fly this thing and I just couldn't do it, I did kinda break down into tears as well" Virgil laughed and he ruffled my hair.
"Where is your dad, I never seem to see him" I asked to which Virgil and Scott seized up and stopped smiling.
"He's on a business trip, he didn't say when he was gonna be home, it's been three months" Virgil sighed "you're free to go I guess"
Scott took me back to the house, I took my jumpsuit off, I felt sick, it wasn't a "I'm gonna throw up" sick feeling it was an "omg there's this boy I like and whenever I hang around him my stomach feels weird" type of sick feeling, I bumped into Alan, he had a soccer ball, he looked upset.
"What's wrong" I asked.
"No one will play soccer with me, John is busy, Virgil hates me, Scott's always filing paperwork and reading and Gordon is just swimming as usual" Alan sighed "Kayo is always cleaning her room".
"I'll play soccer with you" I smiled, he mentioned a name, Kayo, I haven't met them yet.
"Yes" Alan was excited, he took me outside to an empty field, we didn't actually play a proper game, we just kicked the ball back and forth to each other.
"Who is Kayo" I questioned him.
"Kayo, she's this really cute girl that I like, she's part of Covert Operations" Alan replied.
"Oh" that destroyed my confidence a lot, Alan kicked that ball too hard and I went to catch it but I tripped over and head-butted a metal post, I felt something trickling down my forehead, blood, I tried to stand up but I felt really woozy and I fell down again, my nose had also started bleeding, I had managed to tear a hole in my leggings as well, so my knee was scraped up and bleeding.
"Sh*t, Virgil's gonna kill me" Alan panicked, he helped me to stand up, he had his arm around my shoulder, he was walking me slowly to the infirmary, Scott was there stock checking, Virgil was there as well, he was organising boxes of pills and plasters and bandages.
"Olivia what happened" Scott asked in horror as to why I was in a bloody state like this.
Virgil didn't get angry like Alan predicted.
"I fell over my feet and head-butted a metal post" I answered.
"Scott can you get some wipes and a damp cloth" Virgil requested "also some steri-strips as well, I need to give her stitches".
"I'm sorry" Alan apologised.
"It's ok" Virgil told him.
"I thought you were going to kill me" Alan mumbled.
"I would never do that, accidents like this happen" Virgil laughed quietly.
Scott had returned with the cloth, he got some antibacterial wipes and some steri-strips from the cupboard, Virgil had wiped the excess blood off my face, I felt weird because he was holding my face still, his hand was on my face, he was then wiping my wounds with antibacterial wipes, it stung like hell.
"It stings" I complained.
"I know it does, but just keep still ok, it'll only hurt for a few more minutes and then I'm done" Virgil tried to calm me down as I was getting restless, he put a plaster on my knee and some steri-strips on the massive gash on my forehead where he tried his best to close the wound with stitches, he then kissed my forehead.
"What the f*ck" I was confused.
"Even Grandma knows that a little kiss where it hurts can help" Virgil smirked.
"I feel violated" I muttered.
"Why, we're all friends here, right" Virgil wondered.
"Yeah, friends" I sighed.
I walked back to the front room, I had to sit down, my head was aching, my knees feel scraped up.
"What happened" my uncle asked as soon as he saw me.
"I was being a clumsy little sh*t" I answered with a smile.
"Oh dear" my uncle tutted.
I then decided to take a lie down on the couch, I fell asleep because the pain was hardly bearable, I was woken up at dinner time by Scott.
"Come on squirt, foods ready" Scott smiled.
It was homemade pizza.
"Finally something edible that isn't burnt or poisoned in some way" Virgil grinned, he was sitting opposite me today.
"I heard that young man" a voice called from the kitchen.
"Sorry Grandma" Virgil apologised, he then asked me a question "how's your head."
"Hurts" I complained.
"After dinner I have some painkillers you can take" Virgil suggested.
I did eat all of my dinner today, John and Alan were looking at me and watching me to make sure that I was eating.
"Didn't anybody tell you it's rude to stare" I snapped at the two of them.
"Sorry" Alan and John apologised in unison.
"That's what I thought" I took my plate out to the kitchen and I went upstairs, I need to sleep this unbearable pain off, I had forgotten about the painkillers Virgil wanted to give me, he knocked on my door eventually, I had my earphones in, I had to practice a routine for my exam, I have all summer to do it, well almost all summer since I got landed this stupid job.
"What do you want" I asked.
"Here, this might help with the pain, also can I come in for a sec, I need to talk to you" Virgil answered my question with another question.
"Yeah, sure" I grinned and let him enter my sorta empty room, most of this space is my dance area, Virgil placed the painkillers down on the side and he sat down on my bed.
"Why do you want to be like me" Virgil wondered.
"Well it's just that you're really cool and stuff" I tried to hold my composure together.
"You can't be like me alright, you're nothing but a useless idiot, if you really want to be part of International Rescue you wouldn't have that cut on your head!" Virgil shouted and he stormed out of my room.
"I guess you're right" I sighed to myself.
Well that just hurt.