To Make Him Jealous
Chapter Six - Pit Row & Problems
Roy slept on the sofa that night and couldn't fall asleep quick enough. As Riza laid in bed smiling at herself, he talked about how wonderful JR. was. Roy thought he was going to gag, or worse, kill some one. After Riza fell asleep, Roy sat up and watched her.
"He thinks he's so great. Taking my girl like that." Roy thought to himself. "Well, no one messes with the flame alchemist and gets away with it."
The next day, Roy was woken up by Riza who was already showered and dressed. Gray slacks and a red tank top adorned her body. Around her waist was a white hooded sweatshirt that zips. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and a red visor sat perched atop her head. Her sleek sunglasses sat hanging off her shirt and she was smiling.
"Roy, come on. Hurry. We need to get there. Are you coming or not." Riza stood with her hands on her hips. Roy moaned and crawled from the sofa. A thought occurred. He didn't have to watch Riza get all lovey-dovy with NASCAR boy. He would stay at home an hind himself a girl. Roy looked up at Riza.
"I think I need to stay here." He lied. "I'm not really feeling to well, I think the flying got to me." He looked up at Riza and she looked concerned.
"Do you want me to stay here?" Riza asked.
"No, no, go have fun. I'll be fine." Roy said, thinking Riza would stay anyway.
"Okay, well behave. Bye." Riza waved and left the room. Roy beat himself up for the fact he just let her walk away. He turned on the radio and listened to the race, he wanted to watch every move that pretty boy made at 'his'
Riza.
At the track, Riza stood waiting clearance at the pit gate. She thought about that morning when she left Roy. Her plan wasn't really working as she planed. He didn't seem jealous.
"I guess I'll always be a subordinate in his eye." Riza said to herself out loud.
"So your a military person, huh?" JR's voice came through the gate. The security wouldn't let Riza in without a person to walk her. So JR. came.
"Used to be before the military fell." Riza said, looking over her shoulder, hoping Roy followed her. But he didn't.
"So is that Roy fellow your boyfriend?" JR. asked with a questioning smile.
"No, used to be my superior." Riza replied. "I was hoping more though."
"So he's somebody special?" JR. asked with a smile.
"I though he was. But lately he's been ignoring me." Riza said. JR. and Riza began walking into the pit.
"Well, your a real nice girl Riza Hawkeye, and I'm sure he will relises it. If not, then he's a fool and you deserve better." JR. said as they walked on.
JR. led her into the pit area and introduced her to all his crew members and other drivers.
"Name's Kenny. Kenny Wallas." An older bolding man said. He was in a yellow and red fire suit.
"I'm Riza. Contest winner." Riza smiled. Kenny laughed and shook her hand. His laugh was very funny, it was also contagious as every one around started laughing.
"I'm Tony Eury JR. Dale's Crew chief and cousin." A big man in a red shirt came over and shook Riza's hand.
"Name's Riza. Contest winner." Riza replied. And that is how the morning went. As the race drew closer, Riza never went to her luxury seats. She was given a seat on the pit box where the driver's wife usually sat. Darrel Waltrip, the commentator found Riza and did a interview.
"I'm hear with Riza Hawkeye the essay contest winner." DW said. "Riza here wrote the winning essay and chose to hang out with Dale JR. Well instead of following plans, JR. has allowed Riza to hang out with his crew during the race. Now didn't he change yesterday's plans also?"
"Sort-a." Riza replied.
"Well, don't hold us in suspense." DW laughed.
"Instead of hanging out at DEI, which I enjoyed for the short time I was there. We went out to lunch, then ended the day at a tour he gave me of his house. Then we drank some Jeff Gordon wine, which I must say was very good." Riza said with a smile.
"Well sounds like your going to make allot of girls jealous. Thank you for talking with us." DW said then started to interview someone else. Jealous. That word ran through her mind. She wasn't trying to make other girls jealous. She was trying to make Roy Mustang jealous. But it wasn't working. Riza shook the thoughts from her head as the pre-race traditions were starting.
A/N- Please review. Constructive criticism allowed. No flames (Roy is the only one with that privilege)