Shaye seated herself in a seat across the aisle from five or six other
nurses. She could hear them talking to each other about joining the navy as
nurses to meet guys. One nurse, a dark brunette, told her friends a story
about a pilot she had met during the health examinations. She had passed
his at the eye exams, even though he appeared not able to read. The girls
all sighed and told her how wonderful a story it was.
Shaye groaned. She thought it was a pathetically sappy story by itself, and the way that the nurse told it made it sound even worse. To Shaye, there was no such thing as romance, just physical attraction or convenience. Or in her mother's case, it had been actual romance until her Prince Charming drank too much and beat her and her son to death.
A few of the nurses heard Shaye voice her opinion and frowned. One of them crossed the aisle and sat across from the pilot.
"What, is romance too good for you, flyboy?" she asked, icily. Shaye gave the attractive blond across from her a look of contempt.
"I could say that I do not believe in love, romance, or anything on that subject," she began, her expression not changing at all, "But I do not wish to answer you." The nurse mimicked Shaye's expression, but then smiled. Then she laughed, finding the "young man's" response amusing. Shaye arched her left eyebrow skeptically. "Is there something amusing in what I said?" she inquired. The nurse nodded.
"Mhm, I thought it was very funny." She replied, and still laughing, introduced herself. "I'm Betty." Shaye gasped on the inside. Betty had been her mother's name, and this woman reminded her very much of her mother. In personality only. Shaye's mother had looked very similar to Shaye.
"My name is Michael," she replied, using her brother's name, "Michael Levart." Betty nodded. The soldier intrigued her. He acted as though absolutely nothing mattered to him and yet seemed to be hiding something very important. That was the case with most people she had met who had had a painful experience.
"Well Michael," she said, deciding that she would leave the psychology until later, "I hope to be seeing more of you." With that, she walked back to her friends.
Shaye blinked. She had forgotten about this part of pretending to be a man. Even if that was not what Betty had meant, Shaye still knew that she would have to deal with women. The very idea made her shudder. Maybe, she said to herself, I should just find some other pilots to talk with. I doubt they'd try to hit on me. The very thought made her smile a bit, but it instantly vanished.
Shaye leaned back in her seat as the train halted to a stop. They were in New York. She exited the train behind the group of nurses. Shaye watched the nurses walk up to a group of soldiers, one of them obviously being the man that the dark-haired nurse was talking about. Betty turned back to Shaye.
"Hey Michael!" she yelled, "Come join us!" Shaye took a deep breath. She didn't really know anyone, and besides, it would be easier to get her mind of things if she attempted to make friends. Plus, these next few years would be a lot easier if she had some people to talk to.
"Oh, what the Hell?" she asked herself, and walked over to them. Betty grinned. She knew that despite this soldiers' icy shell, there was warmth underneath.
"Michael, this is Rafe, Anthony, and Red," she introduced, pointing to each of the soldiers as she said their name. Shaye shook each of their hands and introduced herself. Betty turned to a man with the darkest eyes Shaye had ever seen. "Oh yeah, and this is Danny." Danny smiled and shook her hand.
Shaye mentally groaned. With pilots like these men around, it was going to be hard to forget that she was a woman.
**I apologize for the shortness of this chapter also I promise that they will get longer.
Shaye groaned. She thought it was a pathetically sappy story by itself, and the way that the nurse told it made it sound even worse. To Shaye, there was no such thing as romance, just physical attraction or convenience. Or in her mother's case, it had been actual romance until her Prince Charming drank too much and beat her and her son to death.
A few of the nurses heard Shaye voice her opinion and frowned. One of them crossed the aisle and sat across from the pilot.
"What, is romance too good for you, flyboy?" she asked, icily. Shaye gave the attractive blond across from her a look of contempt.
"I could say that I do not believe in love, romance, or anything on that subject," she began, her expression not changing at all, "But I do not wish to answer you." The nurse mimicked Shaye's expression, but then smiled. Then she laughed, finding the "young man's" response amusing. Shaye arched her left eyebrow skeptically. "Is there something amusing in what I said?" she inquired. The nurse nodded.
"Mhm, I thought it was very funny." She replied, and still laughing, introduced herself. "I'm Betty." Shaye gasped on the inside. Betty had been her mother's name, and this woman reminded her very much of her mother. In personality only. Shaye's mother had looked very similar to Shaye.
"My name is Michael," she replied, using her brother's name, "Michael Levart." Betty nodded. The soldier intrigued her. He acted as though absolutely nothing mattered to him and yet seemed to be hiding something very important. That was the case with most people she had met who had had a painful experience.
"Well Michael," she said, deciding that she would leave the psychology until later, "I hope to be seeing more of you." With that, she walked back to her friends.
Shaye blinked. She had forgotten about this part of pretending to be a man. Even if that was not what Betty had meant, Shaye still knew that she would have to deal with women. The very idea made her shudder. Maybe, she said to herself, I should just find some other pilots to talk with. I doubt they'd try to hit on me. The very thought made her smile a bit, but it instantly vanished.
Shaye leaned back in her seat as the train halted to a stop. They were in New York. She exited the train behind the group of nurses. Shaye watched the nurses walk up to a group of soldiers, one of them obviously being the man that the dark-haired nurse was talking about. Betty turned back to Shaye.
"Hey Michael!" she yelled, "Come join us!" Shaye took a deep breath. She didn't really know anyone, and besides, it would be easier to get her mind of things if she attempted to make friends. Plus, these next few years would be a lot easier if she had some people to talk to.
"Oh, what the Hell?" she asked herself, and walked over to them. Betty grinned. She knew that despite this soldiers' icy shell, there was warmth underneath.
"Michael, this is Rafe, Anthony, and Red," she introduced, pointing to each of the soldiers as she said their name. Shaye shook each of their hands and introduced herself. Betty turned to a man with the darkest eyes Shaye had ever seen. "Oh yeah, and this is Danny." Danny smiled and shook her hand.
Shaye mentally groaned. With pilots like these men around, it was going to be hard to forget that she was a woman.
**I apologize for the shortness of this chapter also I promise that they will get longer.