𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 , daughter of Peter "Maverick" Michell. Top of her class in pilot school yet not following in her father's footsteps, but taking a completely different path. Staying away from the navy. A part time waitress at the Hard De...
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"7 summer ago, you were mine." -𝐦.𝐰
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AT THE EMPTY BAR, on a bar stool werep Fallon sat staring at her MacBook. "Fallon!" Penny called out. "Shouldn't you be behind the bar?" Penny pointed out, cleaning the tables. "The bar opens at 7 Pen, it's 6:45." Fallon spoke, closing her laptop. "Thank you." Penny expressed, at the girl's action. "How'd the pictures come out?" She questioned, approaching the bar. "Great, I uh...I just uploaded them. Hopefully the New York Times is a fan." The dark hard brunette spoke with a deep sigh and a smile. "They'll love them honey. Now come on, the pilots are coming in." Penny assured, patting her shoulder. I hate dating pilots, kinda ironic considering my dads one of the best pilots known. No one really knew the reason why I did but it was all because of this one I was bed-shot in love with, he kissed me and he left. "Of course they are, I just love those guys." Fallon stated, sarcasm being visible to a blind person.
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"Dad." I spoke walking back from the bathroom to the bar watching my father and Penny awkwardly flirt. "Fall, you send the photos in?" Maverick acknowledged, noticing the brunette tracing his eyes to hers. "She's talented." Penny added. "Yea..I just sent my photos in... hopefully I'll be the New York Times new photographer." I spoke smiling. "I don't doubt that that spot is yours." Penny complimented. "Thanks, Pen." The young girl spoke with a bigger smile than before. "What do we have here? If it isn't Phoenix." A voice Called out from the pool table. Snapping their heads to the voice there was a group of young pilots playing pool, a couple others soon joined. "Yay! Pilots." Fallon expressed rolling her eyes. "Be nice." Penny stated with a smile. "I'm always nice." She assures putting her hair in a pony leaving small strands of hair out.
A handsome blonde pilot soon made his way over to the bar. "Penny ma dear." He spoke. "I'll have four more on the old timer." He added with a grin, eyes drifting from Maverick to Fallon as Penny got the next round. "And who might you be?" He questioned, with a confident smile. "Fallon." She soon spoke, topping off Mav's beer. "Well, Fallon, I'm Hangman." He introduced, leaning over the bar. "That's my cal—" hangman dragged on. "—Your call sign. I'm fully aware of what a call sign is. I did practically grow up on base." Fallon assured with a grin. "Pilot's daughter." Hangman figured, grinding a toothpick through his teeth. "Your old man someone I know?" He questions, raising a brow. Glancing at maverick Fallon's smile looking back at Hangman. "No I..uh I don't think you'll know the name ." She stated with an amused smile, one she and her dad soon shared. "I'll bring your round." Fallon assured, heading to the back. The girl soon returned heading over to the pool table with a couple of beers when she heard her name. "Fallon." A familiar husky voice spoke, a voice she knew all too well, a voice that she couldn't forget even if she wanted to. She handed out the last beer looking up, becoming face to face with Bradley Bradshaw the pilot that didn't call.
"How've yo—" he started as the girl walked off leaving him right where he stood with his fellow pilots. "That went well." Maverick spoke with a slight smile. "Yep, it went peachy." She stated, pouring a drink for a customer. Soon the music was turned off and the bar was full of a booing crowd. Bradleys fingers soon glided on the piano, in acts of getting Fallon's attention. He started to sing the one song they could listen to on repeat as kids because it was a song on repeat. 🎶 "Too much love drives a man insane."🎶 Bradley sang as Fallon's eyes drifted to his, that were already locked on hers. She instantly turned her face, getting back to work, doing anything to distract herself . Distracted, she completely missed her father being thrown out of the bar. "You broke my will But what a trill." 🎶"Goodness gracious Great balls of fire!🎶" He sang even louder with everyone joining in. "Hey, you ok?" Penny questioned Fallon from her side seeing that she seemed to be in a haze. "What? Yea..yea. I'm fine." The girls spoke, trying to convince not just Penny but herself as well. "Mhmm..is he?" She asked, motions her head to my dad who stood out the widow seemingly caught up in that same haze.
"He hasn't spoken to Brad in some time..to say the least. Who am I kidding? I haven't spoken to the guy in 7 years. He's pissed at my dad because of flight school and you know my dad so here we all are." Fallon acknowledged glancing over. "Bradley Bradshaw; the pilot that made you hate pilots?" Penny stated, questionably raising her brows. "Ding dong, right on the bullseye." She expressed, handing out another beer. "He's just like his dad." Penny pointed out, looking back over. "And you're just like yours." A small smile crept on the young Mitchells face.
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Fallon stood cleaning the bar counter and stools before last call, she soon felt a figure; broad shouldered , a cool yet warm presence, jack daniels present on the breath. She turned around to find herself face to face with one pilot she told herself she'd never speak to again. His dark brown eyes laid on her hazel ones only for a second before she looked down. His eyes were burning holes through her. "Can I get you another round?" She nonchalantly questioned restraining from eye contact walking back behind the bar. "Fallon, yo—you look good." Bradley spoke with a slight smile. I look good. Is he serious? After all this time that's all he actually had to say? "I know, it's too bad you look like shit though." I spat topping his drink off. He chuckled at her remark. "You haven't changed much, still not afraid to speak your mind." Bradshaw pointed out. You can't be in this day and age. Fallon thought, "Other than the fact that you're a jackass you haven't either." Fallon spat, throwing a towel over her shoulder. "I guess I deserve that." He stated, sighing. "Yea? You think? This is really me being nice, I'd like to take that drink and drop it in your lap."
I resorted, flashing a venomous smile. "7 summers." Bradley voiced softly. "Yea, 7 summers..didn't mean anything then and it doesn't now." Fallon expressed, coldly while she rang the bell hanging causing everyone to cheer. "Disrespecting a lady..none of your actions shock me anymore have fun buying a round." She added, taking off her apron grabbing her car keys and purse walking out of the bar door. "Fallon,wait up." Bradley called out. "For what exactly?" She snapped, "I'm sick of waiting." She expressed stopping in her tracks, Turning around facing him. "Are you ever gonna look me in the eye again?" he asked as she turned back facing the doors walking through them.
A/N: My first TOPGUN story tell me what you think!!! XOXO
