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And its time for Chapter!... 11 I think...
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Sorry this is short! I've got an Honors class in Math this year (which is good because I usually only get Honors in English) and it's pretty much a higher math class and ITS FLIPPIN HARD! Forgive me if I'm not uploading as quickly as often. So, on that note, Im probably going to be updating everything in clusters. NOW. ON WITH THE CHAPTER!
Chapter 11: The Date Part 1
Both Keiko and Private's snapped to attention, Private out of shock and Keiko out of awe. Kowalski plopped onto the leather couch, his legs lashing outwards and into the air as he squealed into the palms of his hands with complete and utter joy. Without noticing, Kowalski rolled off of the couch and danced into the kitchen, bumping into his commanding officer who almost spilled his newly brewed cup of joe.
Kowalski backed up and rubbed the back of his neck as he looked down at the shorter commando, his smile falling into a frown of both worry and fear. He let his arms fall limp, landing against his sides."Something you want to tell your commanding officer, soldier?" The scientist swallowed unsually harder than usual, his adams apple bouncing back into place.
The luitenant stood quiet for a few awkward seconds, watching as Skipper's feet hit the floor with small, yet very noisy taps. Kowalski let his chest puff outwards, trying to seem as tough as possible to get his way. He firmly replied with a sudden, and hopefully rewarding, ounce of courage,"I asked Doris out on a date, Skipper, and I'm going. You can't stop me this time, sir."
Rico observed with a skeptical grin, stuffing his scarred mouth with mounds of buttery popcorn, only stopping to take a sip of his cold can of Red Bull. He glanced over at Skipper with his blue/green eyes, hoping that the famed leader would blow a gasket out of rage. Instead, much to physco's disappointment, Skipper shook it off with a simple gesture as he began waltzing out of the room with gentle strides.
"At ease, Kowalski. Never said you couldn't go out today," Skipper's brow arched as he stared at his luitenant, confusion sinking into his facial features like water to a sponge. Kowalski threw his long but very strong arms into the air, accidently knocking the popcorn out of Rico's slippery hands, the treat spilling onto the floor.
"You just think I can't get a girlfriend!" Kowalski accused, jabbing Skipper's bulging chest with an index finger, the captain not even budging. Instead, he just lowered the other's nimble hand down with his own free one and sighed, his already low amount patience now wearing thin. Skipper's eyes narrowed as he set the tin coffee mug down onto the table, not taking any risks. He didn't want to clean it all up if Kowalski grew a pair and a attacked him first.
"That's not it at all- RICO! Put down the Pineapple!" Skipper snapped, referring to the rugged grenade his weapon's expert was so tightly holding on to. He would've probably shoved it down his strategist's throat if he had the chance. Rico groaned and slumped forwards, throwing the grenade over his shoulders and into the living room with an agitated 'tch'.
*~ With Private ~*
Keiko's heart almost stopped when she noticed the explosive roll into the room, sheilding herself by hiding behind the Private. The boy smiled and chuckled,"Relax Kitten, it's just a grenade. An unarmed one at that." The female teen turned a bright crimson hue at the sound of the nickname, not used to being called it nless with her dear cousin. She let go of his broad shoulders and brushed the bangs that were once casted over forhead away and to the side, her mint green eyes helping her with admitting her embarressment.
"I'll never get used to living next to you guys... And where in the world did you hear the nickname?!"
"Marlene's pretty loud at times."
Keiko's pink lips slowy curved into a smile as she leaned against the dark brown couches' silky smooth arm, playing with ends of her daffodil yellow jacket while her rosy cheeks returned to their natural hue,"Hm, yea. Wonder how Kowalski's doin'..." She sighed, itching to look around the corner, tempted to ease drop on the older men. Private smiled and nodded, setting down his books by the house's stairs,
Silence settled in between the two like how a fog would settle on a busy city. Since the sheer silence was too difficult to overcome at this very awkward moment, the duo just let their eyes wander around the house, trying to find some sort of fascination in an object, any object. But, before either of them could ask about it, both teens suddenly shot upwards and into the kitchen, both wanting to be nosy.
*~ With Kowalski ~*
"I bet I can ask her to court me afterwards and she'll say yes!" Kowalski shouted into his commanding officer's face, equally meeting the enraged glower. Topaz fighting against Saphire, their eyes never leaving the other's in an effort to intimidate one another. Electricity seemed to flow through their abnormally timed gestures and movements while the crude remarks and angry name calling blasted into their ears with great affect on eachother's egos.
Rico deviously rubbed his hands as his scarred lips curled into a develish smile, slightly worrying the scientist, though he woldnt dare show it"Be's? Bee car'full 'Walski, I'z Rico." (Bets? Be careful Kowalski, Im Rico.) Kowalski bit his tounge, contemplating the words that Rico let spill out of his mouth, a seriously creepy smile penatrating through his once confident smile, turning it into a confused, lopsided frown.
"If it's a bet you want, soldier, then it's a bet you'll get. Roll the dice, you pay the price."
"Deal!"
"Deal!
"Deal!" Kowalski shouted one last time before storming of towards the living room. He began to mutter something about 'Matsuri' and 'She's gotta say yes' as he stalked into the television room, wanting to relax before the big date.
*~ With Private ~*
The duo ran towards the couch as quietly as they could, not wanting to be caught by the grown men. Private plopped onto the leather cushions with a muffled thud, frantically waving for Keiko to come and sit next to him. She grit her teeth and looked back at the corner that lead into the cooking station, swearing that she saw his long legs' shadow wizz by a fashionable beam which helped hold up the house's second layer.
She scurried over to his side, sitting directly next to him while trying to look as comfortable as possible, almost snuggling into his side. Kowalski walked past them, his fury induced expression slightly disappearing and turning into a smirk as he watched them cuddle up to one another. The scientist then shook his head and continued to make his way up the stairs, angry scowl returning.
"Poor guy..." Keiko whispered with a pitiful tone, leaning in towards the detective in training whilst never taking her jad pupils off of the other men. Private nodded, keeping his eyes on the once bickering trio.
The raven haired boy flung his now interested gaze towards her,"How?". She let small bits of amused laughter escape her parted lips as she crossed her legs and rearranged her arms into an intrigued postion, one petite hand under her chin and the other propping up her elbow. The leather couche innocently squeaked as they faced eachother.
"How'd ya' know?" She asked. Private grinned and proudly leaned into the smooth fabric and cooly placed both arms behind his head, lightly tinkering the soft tussels of hairs on the back of neck. He then let a playful, yet charasmatic smile adorn his lips,"I'm a detective. We think ahead, as Skippah always says."
She squinted and, as lightly as she could, smacked his leg with an obvious 'thud'. The teenage girl then decided to pout and pucker her brow, watching as the other's expression withered into one of utter amusement. Private snickered and sat up once more, rubbing her shoulder in a comforting manor,"Your just very caring-"
"Thank you!"
"...Sometimes..." Her happy facial expression fell into a blank, agitated stare. The boy giggled and wrapped an arm around her clothed shoulder and pat her tiny hand. He blushed, surprised at how close she'd let him get."So what'd you have in mind?"
"Well Matsuri is a pretty fancy sushi place and so I think we should go in 'fancy' clothes. Like how Skipper dresses pretty much every friggen day," She added, looking back over at the kitchen's dining table, observing the commando as he gently sipped at his tin mug, enjoying the contents while reading the local newspaper. Skipper looked back at her, raising a brow, so she spun back around and continued to face towards the raven haired boy.
She sat down against him, not realizing that she'd non intentional but almost flirty gesture, actually sinking into the warm embrace and placing her head near the crook of his neck. He rymatically pat her shoulder, trying to focus on the conversation."We could call Emily and tell her to meet us there. She'll have her own ride, but we gotta get our own," Keiko continued."Any ideas?"
"Well..." Private began, a thoughtful expression running over his facial features."I can drive us there?"
"Even if you could drive, I don't think your dad wants to go to jail. Plus, the car's still pink."
"Right..."
"How about we go on bikes?" The shortest suggested, jumping off of the couch, getting ready to set off. A darkening rosy tint spilled over Private's chubby cheeks as his eyes widened out of embaressment. He'd never been taught how to ride a bycle. His mother had left his father when he was very young and he never met his father (Manfredi...), only his uncle, Uncle Nigel. Besides, learning how to ride a bike was the last thing he'd ever need to learn how to do, once quoted by his leader.
"I.. never learned how to ride one.." Private sheepishly replied, burrying his face into the folds his arms created whilst layered ontop of one another. The room got quiet, so, he gently rose his elbow into the air to peak. Keiko was wearing a blank expression, an eyebrow quirked and her hips jutting out to the side as she rested her hands onto them. Private's eyes almost shot out of his head and rolled onto the floor at her response,"And?"
"What do you mean 'And', Keiko?!"
"It's not a big deal. You can just stand on the pegs," She simply replied, taking small strides towards the door.
*~ Later That Day~*
Kowalski gripped the stair's sturdy railing, adjusting his black and grey patterned tie. He'd changed into a rather 'Dapper' looking outfit for his 'Big' date. He was currently wearing a clean pair of black dress shoes, black dress pants, and a crisp white dress shirt. His once messy dark black hair now fashionably swept to the side with a fragranced gel as he continued to mess with it.
Both Skipper and Rico sat in the living room, their brows arched in amusement. Skipper was the first to crack a joke,"What's next, Kowalski? Makeup?" Rico began laughing, lightly punching one of his commanding officer's squared shoulders. Skipper grinned, watching as Kowalski rolled his hued topaz eyes, throwing his blazer over his shoulder.
"Har, Har, Skipper. Joke all you wan't-"
"We 'ill," (We will) Rico grinned, getting up and walking into the kitchen, wanting to get a drink. Kowalski pouted and adjusted his belt before stalking out the front door. He looked back at Skipper, opening his mouth to say something, but he was then abruptly shut up.
"The pink car would suite you better than the one Marlene's letting you borrow!"
Kowalski slammed the door shut.
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