Of Perspiration and Gun-Powder
3~ Rooming
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And without futher ado, I present chapter three…
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After a time-consuming and draining afternoon of incessant digging, Maria and Blaine made their way back to the sleeping quarters. Earlier on, when the pair had finally completed the extensive excavation, Blaine had bolted to find the officer in charge of them. He'd proudly presented their work to the officer who nodded. Blaine grinned at the officer's satisfied expression. Who then turned and walked away. Blaine spun bewilderedly towards Maria. "T-That's it?" he cried. "He didn't say anything at all!"
Maria laughed in a manner that suggested she hadn't expected anything more of him, "C'mon let's go. It's getting dark." Blaine hung his head but obeyed regardless. He wasn't particularly fond of the idea of returning to the quarters. The quarters were divided into two halves, men and women. However, no one seemed to principally follow the 'guidelines' that had been left for them. Most people would argue that there was a lack of women in this platoon… so it didn't really matter whose bedchamber they ended up in. Customary rooms in the bases housed about four men (or women). They usually had two box-like bunk beds and various drawers or cupboards. There was a large cafeteria-like establishment in the centre of all the rooms. It had a few tables and a profusion of plastic chairs scattered around it. There was also a long polished bench strewn with an assortment of cutlery and fake plates. Unfortunately for the residents, the only oven in the vicinity was a microwave. On top of this, the two showers in the area dispensed arctic blasts of water and offered the young recruits no comfort at all.
There were people allocated to each room. Blaine was fortunate enough to end up with the only room in the quarters with only two beds. He'd had no problems with his roommate as of yet. That is, because he'd never met him. Blaine had wandered in anxiously on his first day in the dorm only to greet an empty room. Since then, no one had turned up. He had found it curious… but hadn't told a soul about it. After all, he had the room all to himself. So that evening he'd said goodbye to Maria and swung open his door. He had been expecting the usual uninhabited state that his dorm was always left in. He hadn't been prepared for the teenage monster sitting on the top bunk.
This teenager was the… buffest Blaine had ever seen. He was extremely healthy-looking and completely tanned from head to toe. He was wearing a tightly-fitting white singlet and baggy cargo pants. He had his legs swinging over the edge of the bed and a pack of crisps in one hand. He had short hair (like most of the group did. Blaine's hair, however, was so far unscathed). It was platinum blonde and made his skin contrast oddly with its hue. He also had electric blue eyes. They were very wide at present when he caught sight of Blaine. "God!" He bellowed, tossing the crisps behind him. "Don't tell my Dad, aye? He'll kill me if he knows I'm sneaking snacks in here. Those rations just don't fill up us burlier males, you know?" He looked Blaine up and down quickly. "Uh. Maybe you don't know."
Blaine blinked looking astonished, "Are you my roommate?"
"Yeah," The teenager answered. "I generally stay in the real army barracks."
"You stay there?" Blaine demanded. "How come?"
"I'm what you'd call a military brat," He gestured to his toned biceps. "Born and bred. I've got a lot of mates that are more than happy to let me in their cabins."
"Oh," Blaine answered comprehendingly.
The blonde bounded down the slight ladder attached to the top bed. He craftily unzipped an over-flowing suitcase that revealed a mountain of crackers and candy bars. "Seriously help yourself to any of the food I have… In exchange though, you can't tell anyone that I have it here. It's the stash from my guys. I can't let anyone else get their greasy hands on it. Plus my dad hates it when I snack! It's his fault anyway. He's always hiding my damn stuff and feeding me grains."
"So why are you suddenly appearing here?" Blaine asked suspiciously. "I've never even seen you at training."
"Like I said… military brat. All that training is old news to me. This whole recruit thing's just a formality," The larger boy stood up to his full height. Blaine was already stunted in growth. It didn't help that his room-mate appeared to be a teenage Godzilla. The blonde continued, "Dad found out I was skipping out on my training and flipped. He put me in here full-time now. Ugh, it's so pathetic."
"You'll still sneak off though, I suppose?"
"Of course," He admitted unashamedly. "Hold on! You aren't planning to tell my pop are you? Y-you shrimp! "
Blaine rolled his eyes, "No. I don't care what you do."
His roommate wiped his head, relieved, "Thanks man! I'll let you borrow one of my girlfriends as a reward."
"One of…?" Blaine looked alarmed.
"What…? One not enough for you?" The taller boy rolled his eyes, passing over a fat pocket-sized phonebook. "Christ. Pretty greedy for a little guy, aren't ya? Fine, I'll let you pick two."
"N-no I don't want anything like that," Blaine assured, flailing his arms around and looking flustered. "Just your food is enough."
"Oh," the blonde shrugged. "Well whatever. You're really weird …Who are you again?"
"Blaine," He answered. "Blaine Anderson."
"I'm Bobby Rossi. You've probably met my dad. He's a sergeant." The blonde said gruffly extending a fist for Blaine to tap. Instead, Blaine shook it politely. Bobby's blue eyes widened again. "Wow," He remarked. "You don't get out much do you?"
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The next morning Blaine awoke on the bottom bunk bed. He'd fought valiantly the previous night to regain ownership of the top one. Unsurprisingly, Bobby had wrestled him off single-handedly (with a chocolate bar in the other). Blaine had miserably told him he was going to get fat and sulked off to sleep. Also unsurprisingly, Blaine had awoken with an image of a male genitalia drawn in black permanent ink on his cheek. There was no doubt it was Bobby's artistry.
He scrubbed off the picture in the shower later that morning. He noticed proudly that he wasn't flinching under the icy water anymore. He dried himself off and dressed in clean clothes. He took a moment to inhale their smell. They smelled like home. Though it was no time to be thinking about that. He capered off to the cafeteria. One of the girls he recognized as a roommate of Maria's had prepared fresh pancakes with honey, strawberries and a dollop of cream for everyone in the platoon.
"Thanks Indy," Blaine said gratefully. "How'd you manage this?"
"I snuck into the other barracks," She explained smugly. "It was sort of a mission. Maria helped."
Blaine chuckled civilly, grabbing a plate for himself. "In that case, I acknowledge the seriousness of your assignment and commend your efforts. Thanks again, Indy!" He called over his shoulder.
She giggled embarrassedly, "No worries Blaine."
He made his way through the packed tables and took a seat beside Maria. She beamed up at him, "Morning Blaine. Do our pancakes look alright?"
"They look awesome," Blaine returned her gesture with a goofy smile. "Man I was right. You are going to be trouble."