Old Friends…?
Calling boarding for flight 304 to Respublika Mariy-El, Russia
"Well I guess that's my flight…" I said to the guys. It is now three days after that horrifying evening. Over these three days the guys and I have become very close, they would come over to my dorm and always try to cheer me up… OC did the funniest thing…
"Hey Natty!" Called OC over the blaring music
"Yeah?" I called back… They're helping my pack for my trip to Russia…
"Do you want me to pack the pink thong…? Or the purple one?" He asked my face went beet red with embarrassment
"How did you get a hold of those?" I asked putting my hands on my hips looking very mother like.
"I'm sorry mother" he said cowering away from my pretend glare
"You better be!" I said
"Hey OC!" hollered Verchotta
"Yeah Verchotta what do you want?" OC asked back
"I was wondering… HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET MY JOB? I WAS THE ONE WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO PACK THE UNDERWEAR!" said Verchotta Glaring at OC and winking at me
"Oh my gosh! Guys that was my job!" I said putting on the most manly voice I could.
Everyone burst out laughing…
"But seriously I think we should let Johnson decided which one he thinks Natty should wear" Said OC winking at Mark. Mark turned about as red as the red rose he brought me…
"Yeah I guess it is…" Said Mark handing me a bouquet of white roses.
"Oh Mark their beautiful…" I said to him
"So are you…" He said to me
"Listen… I just want you to know-" but he got cut off by an announcement
Calling Last boarding for flight 304 to Respublika Mariy-El, Russia
"Sorry Mark but I've gotta go… Thanks again for the flowers Mark" I called to him as I handed the flight attendant my boarding pass.
"Yeah… no problem" He said waving
I got seated on the plane and we took off.
The plane ride was pretty much uneventful. Except for the ignoramus that was sitting beside me, who kept hitting me with his wild hand gestures, as he was talking to a business client on his cell phone. This man was about 6'0 dark brown hair that had been greased back with a lot more jell than was necessary. He wore a clean crisp business suit that was grey; he wore nice shiny black shoes that I could probably see myself in if I had tried, and very big sunglasses. He also looked Italian, sort of.
As I got off the plane I called Vlad at the number I knew so well.
"Hello?"
"Yes hello may I speak to Vlad?"
"Oh... he's not in... well do you know where I could find him?"
"Oh he's gone to pick up a friend"
"No that's okay, I guess I will try later"
"Thank you very much Have a nice day" I said and hung up the phone
Hmm… Where could he be… he said he'd be her-…
I was cut off from my thoughts by two warm calloused hands covering my eyes…
Sorry, it took so long :( ! Thanks everyone for the reviews! I really appreciate it! Lolz So tell me what you think, oh and the Soviet Union Team Members, that are going to appear in the next few chapters will be…
Vladimir Myshkin
Vladislav Tretiak
Sergei Starikov
Vladimir Kurtrov
Alexander Maltsev
Boris Mikhailov
Vladimir Petrov
Victor Zhluktov
Alexander Golikov
Vladimir Golikov
These are all guys from the real S.U Team… so yeah Did you know thatAlexander and Vladimir are brothers? R&R