I sat in my small apartment on the fourth floor surrounded by hot, muscley, army men. Remy, John, Lift, Ranger, Tank, and Bobby were all squished into my small living room. It was the army equivalent to a clown car...but less colorful.
They had all heard the story and know the situation. All we can do is wait. I zoned out not listening to the 'macho' stories they were all telling about a certain war general they had all had.
I drifted back when I heard Lift call my name. My eyes automatically went to him, He was like a brother to me; He has bright green eyes and a black shag, he was 6'4 and was all muscle...he was also sporting a wicked grin. Oh boy.
"So Steph...had any more of that bad luck since I last saw you?" He was trying to hold in the chuckles but they were escaping. Jerk. "I have no idea what you're talking about." NOPE. Not going there, I swear I need a shirt that says in big letters ' I AM AND WILL ALWAYS BE IN DENIAL!!!' Maybe then they would learn. "Oh come on cat, let's hear about your explosive life since we last saw you" John added with a stupid grin on his face. WHAT IS WITH PEOPLE AND THE GRINS!?! Every man in the room got the subtle meaning in his words and all looked at me.
"My life is fine. Not very...explosive." I looked straight ahead not blinking at all. I had expected this. At this every man in the room scoffed and looked at me like I was a loon. At my very TRUE statement Ranger butted in. "In the last year she has exploded... (at this he seemed to be calculating) 4 trucks, 3 bugs, 4 Nissans, a Porche, 1 bus, and 2 stores...Right?" He looked at me with those dark twinkling eyes and gave me his 1000 watt grin. Not fare. I huffed and didn't say anything; I have the right to remain silent.
John, Lift, and Remmy were roaring with laughter, "haha-wow-haha, that ALMOST beats her-hahaha-first year in-hahahaha- "Lift if you say 1 MORE WORD- " Awww come on sweetheart all of 'em want to hear the gory details" at this I looked around and was amazed to find each of the merry men AND Ranger practically leaning on the edge of his seat. Men. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em, but I am seriously going to look into the latter when I have time.
I gave a resigned sigh and gave him a nod. I could practically hear the maniacal laughter in his head. "Well...Steph here was one of a kind. Whatever mission we were assigned to something always ended up...blowing up-He stopped at this to look at me and laugh, what a good friend(insert sarcasm here).-On my count she cost us 4 military supply trucks, 5 jeeps and 1 tank." Everyone looked at me before they started to howl like hyenas. tried to take deep breaths, really I did but...it didn't do anything "IT WAS NOT MY FAULT" I was mortified, seriously where was the sensitivity? Oh right. They're men. "haha-sorry bomb-hahahahah" Tank sadly enough couldn't even finish his sentence. No one even tried to console me after that, it was all jabs and cracks at my unfortunate luck.
"Hey has she told you about the time when she started a fire in the infirmary?" John the first to stop laughing asked to his now silent audience. Oh boy.
Well, hoped you liked! I'll go for longer next time. Happy New Year! Party like its 2008 Hahaha...
