"Look Mav, I just don't understand!...I can't agree with you on this." said Nick, pulling down the gear shift to P. He stepped out of the car and locked it, glancing back to check his parking job.
"You're delusional, Goose." Pete replied, yawning as he followed behind.
Nick shook his head. "You're the one not seeing eye to eye here, Mav. That stuff is disgusting, it's repulsive!"
A gasp. "How could you say such a thing?! Shame on you, Bradshaw, for being so shallow."
Nick glared at Pete, pulling the door open for him but ducking in at the last second. He grinned, hearing his buddy scoff behind him.
"That just about does it! I've had it with your de–" Pete chokes, being jabbed in the side by Nick. "DUDE WHAT TH–" Nick slammed a hand over Pete's mouth, yanking him by the shirt as the two duck into a small janitor's hallway.
"Admiralcainisrightthere," Nick whispers, his voice so quiet Pete can barely hear him.
Pete's eyes widen as he glances around for some way of escape. He points to two large wooden doors, shrugging. The two quickly run to the doors, swinging them open and looking around. They had walked into the middle of a lecture. The teacher, who was discussing the F-14 TomCat and its recent assessments, paused. He looked over at the two pilots, his expression shifting from anger to an expected disappointment. "Maverick and Goose." He says, sighing. "Hiding from Admiral Cain again, are we?" Receiving a nod from the two, he waves them on. "Two rights, then a left. That'll take you to 316B."
They gave the teacher a very thankful nod, Nick even slipping a five dollar bill onto his podium as they quickly swept by him, taking a right directly out of the lecture hall.
"Thank god for Admiral Neiman." Said Pete, his co-pilot nodding in agreement. "Okay, another left..." He muttered, turning.
Nick was baffled, tapping Pete on the shoulder and pointing the opposite way. "Two rights, then a left, Mav."
"That's what I said? Another right." Pete replied, continuing down the hallway.
"You mean to tell me you don't know right from left?" Asked Nick cautiously.
"Of course I do, Goose! This is ri...oh my god I turned left" Pete turned around, heading in the right direction. He stood straight, faking confidence. "I meant to do that! Obviously, it was a test to see if YOU know your left from your right." Pete spun around on his heel, shaking Nick's hand. "You passed! Great job!"
Nick grinned, deciding to tease Pete. "You really don't know your directions, do you?" He asked, glancing at his pilot for a moment. His smile grew wider as Pete stammered for a response.
"Of course I do! I have to! I'm a pilot; the best damn pilot here!"
"mmmm, I don't know, Mav. You seemed pretty unsure there. Are you dyspraxic?"
"Dys–I think you're the one who needs to check yourself, Goose." Pete shook his heading, still walking backwards as he laughed at Nick. "Dyspraxic?"
"Yeah, it's when you–"
"Can't read, yes I know." Pete said, interrupting. "I can read perfectly fine. I can fly a plane for god sakes. What does reading have to do with my directional eye? Which, mind you, works perfectly fine." Nick opened his mouth to reply, but Pete raised a finger. "And aren't you the one who was fighting with me in the car about which pop was better?!"
"Soda, Mav. Which soda is better."
Pete's jaw dropped before he scoffed, looking at Nick with a shake of his head. "You're correcting grammar, too!? I can't believe this. First, it's that Dr. Pepper is better than anything else crap! Then I find out you don't even know what dyslexia is! THEN, to top it all off, you say it's SODA now!?" He scoffed again. "What is with you today, Goose!?" Pete kinked his head to one side, confused at the sudden horror on his partner's face. He continued walking backwards, questioning Nick. "Goose?"
Nick's jaw dropped, his eyes flashing between Pete and just beyond his ear.
"What is it, Goose? You're scaring me, man–" Pete hit a wall, grunting slightly. He spun on his heel. "You should've told me I was going to run into....a........wall...." Pete swallowed harshly, tilting his head up to look 'the wall' in the eye. "Umm, Springsteen...Admiral, sir." Pete stepped back, glancing at Nick.
"Admiral Springsteen, sir. We were just–"
"Pete Mitchell," began the man, "Nick Bradshaw."
"Sir." The two pilots replied. They both saluted sharply, holding their positions.
"You two are supposed to be with Admiral Cain for the pre-briefing of the F-80 aircraft, correct?" Asked Springsteen.
"Well, actually sir–" began Pete.
"Yes, sir. We are, sir." Nick interrupted, "we're just running a bit late this morning, sir."
"A bit late?" Said Springsteen, his voice sharp and low. He sounded slightly offended. "Are you trying to insult my intelligence, Nicholas Bradshaw?"
"...No sir," replied Nick hesitantly.
Admiral Springsteen told the two men to rest their salutes before snagging them both by the collar and dragging them down the hall. "If you're running so late..." sneered the Admiral, "then why don't I give you boys an escort?"
"I really don't think that's necessary, sir!" Stammered Pete, discreetly trying to pull away.
The Admiral stayed quiet, dragging the two to lecture hall 316B.
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Author's Note:
Hope you enjoyed chapter two! I was having major writer's block for this one, so please excuse how short and sloppy it is. Chapter three should be out shortly! I'm also gonna start publishing my one shots here soon, so dm me with any suggestions for those! :D
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