6th October 2013 Sunday
Day 279
I'm going to be finished in approximately a month, but right now, I don't want to go back. Hate the fact that teachers know you've got exams coming up, yet they decide to give you as much work as possible.
Had this chapter planned out for a long time too.
COL, I wasn't thinking of doing Winston's or Max's fears, but I do find that idea interesting. You've planted the seed…
Disclaimer: I own…I don't know.
Zap scuffed his feet along the sandy shore. His latest mission, who to his dismay involved the company of a certain frog boy, had left him stranded on the beach of Glacial's coast while he and his co-worker awaited a repaired ship from their crew.
"I'm really sorry," Tung apologised for the millionth time. Zap, with his hands shoved in to his pockets, sighed with frustration again.
"Tung, I already told you," he snapped in a moody tone, keeping his angered face forward. "It's in the past. Stop apologising for nothing."
"That's good dude, embrace rudeness," was his retort, leading to a small smirk from the pilot. It was kind of the tracker's fault that they had to wait here; but really anyone could accidentally leave a few sandwich wrappers and chip packets shoved down the side of the wiring panel.
"Hamilton?" a man's voice shouted, to which the two boys turned. Of course neither of them was called Hamilton, but when you work closely with someone you tend to start responding the same. Who they saw was a big surprise.
Tyrone, clad with one beach girl on each arm, walked…no, strutted up to the crew members with a big smile on his face.
The boys exchanged looks of confusion before turning back to the former 'Bug Buster'.
"It's Zap…Zap Monogan, actually, and this is Tung," the pilot introduced, but the expression on Tyrone's face indicated that he wasn't listening.
"But you guys worked at Hamilton Habitat, right?" he asked, to which Tung and the bug boy nodded numbly. The older man's attention turned quickly to Zap.
"You were that flying dude," his eyes skimmed up and down the pilot's uniform. "You'd be approaching the legal age, right? Want one of my girls?"
The beach girls both delivered sour scowls to Tyrone, but he managed to pick himself up by saying something along the lines of 'no way would I ever skip a chance on someone so hot.'
"Actually, I'm married now," he said slowly, as though the words sounded strange. He had hardly used that sentence before. "And we have a kid."
Tyrone's face turned to horror. "Oh, dude," he shook his head with a chuckle. "Big mistake. You are absolutely missing out. Do you have any idea what kind of fun you could be having if you didn't have a ball and chain?"
The pilot screwed up his nose at the other man's choice of words, but cleared his throat before bringing the conversation to something hopefully less awkward.
"How is Buzz doing with widow?" to his surprise, Tyrone and the two girls started laughing.
"Those two got a divorce; he finally listened to me and now he's having the time of his life partying and beach-babe watching all day and night."
"Sounds like a sad life," Tung interrupted, to which Tyrone shot a glare. He turned his back on the group, waving one hand in the air as he left.
"You're missing out, Hamilton," he shouted in the wind, quickly returning his arm around the girl.
"Monogan," Zap whispered, but his voice was carried by the wind. The pilot looked down at Tung, who was staring quizzically at the man walking away.
"What was that all about?"
Done for tonight. Hope everyone is refreshed after holidays but once again; where did my holidays go? R&R!