Alright, this will probably be the last update till Saturday.
I open the door and walk into my house. I head into the backyard to see Christian sniping shotgun clay disks out of the sky. He stops when he sees me.
"So." He starts, "You and Astrid, huh?" I instantly blush, and Christian smirks.
"Really?" I ask. "You had to bring that up?"
"Hey, just asking." He says. "Don't worry, I won't tease you two." I release a long sigh. "Hey I got a new sketch of everyone." He shows a drawing of me, Astrid, Snotlout, the twins ruffnut and tuffnut, and Fishlegs. I take Christian's sketchbook to look at all the pictures. All of them have me in them, most have Astrid. And some have the rest. I notice, though, that Christian never drew himself in them.
"Christian? Why are you never in these?" I ask. He looks at me.
"You really don't see it? Don't you" he says. I look at him confused. "Hiccup, you are not the social outcast you think you are. That is me. You, on the other hand, are, next to Snotlout and thuggery, are one of the most popular guys in the school. Which is why Snotlout picks on you, you are his competition." I look astonished. "The reasons people don't talk to you are because you don't talk to them and at free time always hang back by the school."
"That doesn't answer my question." I say.
"I would be like defective part, it won't look right." He says. "On a lighter note, you and Astrid want to go to my war-game practice later today, our weapons are electronically fired so the control group on the ground can determine if it is a kill or not." I nod and run to text Astrid.
"Do you usually win?" I ask.
"No. I mainly get out first." He says. I nod as I get a reply.
Sure! :D
Great, let's meet by the fence.
kk.
Christian puts his gun in his room and we walk out. We arrive at the airport to find that the flights for the next hour are canceled. Astrid is by the fence. Christian and I split ways.
"You doing better?" I ask as I come up behind her. She turns.
"Yeah, I am not afraid to walk outside if I am here." She jesters. I chuckle. A roar is heard as the harriers take off. It is easy to tell which one is Christian's, as the emerald green coat stands out in the daylight. The planes head up to a high altitude. We watch Christian.
Christian's P.O.V
"3…..2…..1…..start the game!" says the control tower. I hit the nozzles forwards. And the plane shoots into the battle. Instantly, my wingman back in Iraq pulls up behind me. I pull of a hammerhead and tag her out.
"Rachel, yer done!" shouts Gobber. I fly straight up. I cut power and pull my plane into an upwards flip. The air resistance slows the plane down as I level out. I hit the engines. I fire my machine gun and hit a plane. Two take each other out. Now it is just me and the war-game champion. I slide behind him and he sets his plane into hover mode. As I fly past him I pull up and and kill the power to the engines. The tail slides from under me and I fire a shot into the cockpit. I hit the power after I finish my tight flip. I pull into a dive and then level out to land.
"Christian, how the fuck did you do that?!" shouts Rachel after I land. I shrug.
"The war-game dynasty has finally been ended. Matt here has won every war-game we have had. Until today. I present Christian as the new champion!" shouts Gobber.
"I gotta admit, that was pretty cool. What was different this time?" asks Matt.
"Home field advantage." I say.
"So this is where you grew up!" shouts Ryan. I nod.
"I flew for the first time here, I know the daily updrafts and downdrafts." I say. "I got requited here, I finished training here." They nod. I head out. I then unclench my very sweaty hands. "Well that was nerve wracking." I say to Hiccup and Astrid. They nod.
"Christian, I thought you never won any." Hiccup says.
"Home field advantage." I say again. They nod.
"That was too fast." Complains Astrid. I chuckle.
"If that was fast, the actual dogfights I have been in lasted half that time, the live fire really affects you." I chuckle. We walk off. "My hand hurts, I had a death grip on that joystick. Why is it called a joystick? The only joy it gives is when you can enjoy the view, other times you are scared out of your mind that it will fail." That got them to laugh. "Oh, I forgot it is Friday, I can finally stay up late again!"
"Hiccup, mind if I come with you guys? My parents aren't home. I want someone to talk to!" pleads Astrid.
"Sure." He says.
"Dad won't mind. He sleeps to much!" I say. We walk to our house.
Hiccup's P.O.V
Christian heads up to his room as we head to the living room. Christian walks down with his case.
"I'll be out back." He says. We nod. We turn on the T.V and browse the shows.
"Mute the T.V." Astrid says. I do so. "Do you hear that?" I nod. It sounds like music. We walk to the back yard. We see Christian there, sniper rifle leaning against the wall. He is playing a song on what we can now see is a guitar. I easily recognize the tune. Numb by linkin park.
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Can't you see that you're smothering me,
Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control?
'Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you.
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you.
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take.
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there,
Become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you.
And I know
I may end up failing too.
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you.
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there,
Become so tired, so much more aware.
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you.
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there.
(I'm tired of being what you want me to be)
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there.
(I'm tired of being what you want me to be)
He finishes with a few cords. We stare open mouthed at him. He looks up and yelps as he falls backwards.
"I take it that you two heard that?" he asks.
"Yep." I say.
"Crap." He says.
"Why is it so bad?" asks Astrid. "You sounded exactly like the singer!"
"Thanks, I guess." He says as he puts the guitar up and grabs the sniper. "Pull." And with that, the disk shatters. It starts becoming dark out when Astrid's phone rings. Astrid and I read it.
Astrid. Me and your father will be out of town this weekend. I heard that you are currently and the haddocks, so I called stoic and he has agreed that you can spent the weekend with them.
Have fun!
Mom.
Astrid and I look at each other while Christian packs up. I offer Astrid my bed saying I will sleep on the couch. Before she heads upstairs.
"Goodnight Hiccup." She calls.
"Sweet dreams Astrid." I return before I fall asleep.
Dut da daa. I am dead. Anyway. Thanks for reading. Please review too. I want to know how I did.
Until next time.
Emerald night the alicorn.