TC Stark: Hey, guys, don't forget about me :P I know we all have busy lives so I'm sorry it's been a few days since I added! This is a little chapter, I apologize, but I hope you like it anyway. And if anyone has any ideas don't hesitate to throw them out, I can't wait to see how you guys react to what I have brewing up in my head! By the way, what did everyone think about Roy showing up?
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Chapter 12
"You're crazy."
The next day Gunnar showed up at CJ's place with the proposal of teaching her how to ride a motorcycle. She was in the middle of playing the original Nintendo's Rambo, looking at him as if he had three heads. Like promised he never mentioned what had happened the night previous with her ex. Instead he thought it best to try and lift her spirits up by showing up at her house and getting her out of it. CJ was one amazing girl, but since she worked from home she was almost chained to that house of hers.
Holding a helmet in one hand, he gestured for her to take the other with a grin, "C'mon, CJ, let's get moving."
Giving out a sigh, she reached over to turn off her game system; allowing Gunnar to take a moment to observe her body bend over. She then stood up, cracking her back in an unhealthy way, "I can't drive that thing, it's huge! It's for giants like you."
"Excuses, excuses," He rolled his eyes, "I'm not leaving here until you agree."
"Ah, peer pressure; works every time."
The former junkie gave an amused smile as she finally grabbed the helmet from his hands. He then watched her escape to her room, returning moments later wearing jean shorts, a white tank top, a three quarter sleeve leather jacket, and a pair of combat boots. He took in a deep breath as she smirked up at him, slinking pass him with the helmet in her hand. After a quick chuckle, the large man turned on his heel and followed her out.
Ross was working on his own bike that day. He would like to think he had a beautiful bike of his own, having put a lot of money into it. Considering he rode his bike more than others, it was worth it in his mind to put so much money into it. And today he had brought it to a repair shop to buffer out the little dents and scratches that was on it.
The Vietnam veteran stood outside of the shop with his hands tucked into his pockets, feeling the cool breeze run through his black hair. It was getting colder and summer was ending. Soon he'd have to start wearing a jacket and the world would have a completely different emotion. In a way he was welcoming a change. Things now seemed repetitive and even something like a weather change would be nice. After all, there was no woman in his life at least he could rely on the weather to keep him stimulated.
At this point in his life he wondered if he could even get a woman. He felt worn from the years and knowing his age he didn't know if he would die alone. It was a terrible idea. Even though he had been so independent for so long, it was only normal that every human being longed for the compassion that could come from another human being.
Ross sighed as the nice young girl working at the shop came out to hand him his keys, "We're all ready, sir."
He gave her a warm smile, taking the keys from her hands, "Thank you, Ramona."
Ramona's father had owned this shop for the past 30 years and he would like to say he had been going to that shop for 25 of those years. He had watched Ramona grow up since she was a little girl running around her father's shop. Giving a weak smile, he wondered what it would be like to have a daughter. There were so many things he hadn't experienced in life regardless of all the uglies he had seen. He felt during his life he had seen so much of the ugly side and had missed out on so much of the beautiful side.
That afternoon he left with his polished beauty, bidding the young girl goodbye and telling her to tell her father he said hello. He thought that he could be like Tool. Even though the eccentric man was close in age to him, he still got with girls more than half his own age with little to no problem. But, then he thought that he couldn't be like that. It wasn't what he was looking for.
He didn't look at women like that. After plenty of near-death experiences he couldn't bring himself to look at women like that. Was he being too close minded? In his line of work he cared more about not getting shot at than trying to get a girl to have sex with him. His didn't know much about his comrades' love life except Tool's and Lee's. Besides that he had no idea in Yin did have any woman back in his home country, if Toll had a woman, if Hale really did have all the night rendezvous he always spoke about, and what was going on with Gunnar.
Slowly he rolled into a nearby diner, deciding he was hungry and he would grab something quick to eat. It was like any other diner. Simple with plenty of people piled in. He felt he stuck out like a sore thumb. Walking in, he instantly recognized a figured as he walked over, "There's gotta be more diners in this town."
Lee turned around, previously hunched over at the counter, "From how crowded it is, I would say this is the only one."
The older man sat next to his friend, ordering a coffee, "I'm beginning to not know what to do with myself."
"You're not the only one," The Englishman grumbled, bringing his beverage to his lips, "I'm considering applying for a job here."
Ross chuckled at the joke, asking his friend, "What about Lacy?"
"She's off doing some peace work with friends."
His eyes widened a little, nodding his head slowly, "I didn't know that. I didn't know she was like that."
"I think she just wanted to get away."
Seeing how subconsciously he was missing her, Ross held back the desire to voice how he thought the woman wasn't Lee's type. Truthfully he knew how into Lacy Lee was. Since the moment the bald man met the woman he couldn't shut up about her. Even on missions he was texting her, although he would never reveal to her where he was. Especially when they were stationed in Somalia he couldn't stop talking about how much he couldn't wait to get the mission over with so as to get back to Lacy to celebrate their anniversary.
Ross just hoped that Lee didn't miss his chance to be happy with another and would spend the rest of his life like him. In a blink of an eye he was 60 and had never been married and had never had children. Lee was still in his thirties; he still had time. Now that he thought about it, as long as the Expendables remained who they were, he couldn't see much room for them to be serious with women. Then again none of them could give it up; this was their lives.
Soon a woman in her mid-thirties was before them. She was tall with long jet black hair with the most amazingly beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen. She had a large smile on her face, eying Ross, "What can I get for you boys?"
"I'll have the clam chowder." Lee requested.
"And anything for you, sir?"
Ross raised his eyebrow, scanning the menu quickly, "Ugh, just whatever looks good to you."
The black haired woman gave a smirked, eying him up and down, "Sure…whatever looks good."
The older man was baffled as the waitress walked away, craning her neck to keep eying him. Once she escaped into the kitchen, Lee jabbed his friend with his elbow, "That woman was checking you out."
"Probably wanted a big tip."
"Nah, mate, not like that."
Ross rolled his eyes as he brought his cup of coffee to his lips. As soon as he set his cup down, the black haired girl came over to fill it up. Their eyes connected for a moment as he smiled, "Thank you, miss."
Flipping her long hair behind her, she giggled as her eyes sparkled, "Please, call me Jenny."
His foot kicked the snickering Lee, nodding his own head slowly, "Well, thank you…Jenny."
Giving another giggle, Jenny pranced away as Lee raised his eyebrow. Ross shook his head once more, "Again, just a big tip."
"Sure, whatever you say, partner."
