Behind The Jersey

//CHAPTER 14// BEHIND THE ALPHABET SOUP APOLOGY

//CHAPTER FOURTEEN// BEHIND THE ALPHABET SOUP APOLOGY

I am dedicating yet another chapter of Behind The Jersey to the lovely DoNotMicrowave because she makes me smile and I love Cellphone Swap so much. Still want myself a Talon. So I'm waiting patiently on that blessing ;) haha Anyways, A lot of the reads and attention came from her responding to my first dedication and I am so grateful for that. Love her and all of you xxx

"Are we there yet?"

I look pleadingly over to Marina, asking this for the hundredth time since we've been driving. Then quickly reverting to closing my eyes in exhaustion and boredom, I let out a grown of frustration and impatience. This missions or whatever is taking forever to even start. Do you know how much food I could have eaten during all this time?

Marina makes a left turn, skillfully evading a yellow light about to turn red. Checking her lipstick in the rear view mirror, she swipes her finger across her teeth to wipe off any residue. It's a few seconds till she finally glances at me from behind the dark tints of her sunglasses. Took her long enough.

"For the last time, we will be there when we get there." She angrily hisses at me, her uptight, bitter tone expressing her disdain and distaste for my childish question.

I groan tiredly, dramatically throwing my head back over the shoulder of the passenger seat. Lolling my head to the side purely out of apathy, I stare up and out of the sunroof. My eyes dart from cloud to cloud, playing a guessing game on what they could be. I giggle to myself as I spot one that looks like male genitalia, and I relish in my immaturity.

It is good to be me.

I distract myself with mindless, time consuming games until Marina sighs, obviously weighed down by the boredom also. Or so I thought.

"Glad you got cleared for our mission," she says with a determined smile, glancing at me. "Mission Control was not on our side."

"Don't do anything stupid." Mission Control(my mom) had commanded before we had left. To which I had responded with a quick "no promises, mama" over my shoulder before running out the door with Marina.

"The mission would have been compromised." I nod sharply, turning my head to look at her with devastation in my eyes and intensity in my frown.

"You were so close to getting discharged." Marina exaggerates, sticking to her mission talk. "The whole plan would have fallen apart."

"'Twas a struggle." I nod in agreement, narrowing my eyes as if I am having a flashback to a terrible event that lead to us being here now. Keeping up my mysterious edge, I turn to stare out the window dramatically. The scene turning black and white. "So close. So very close. It almost blew up in our faces."

"We got out just in time." Marina grunts, clenching her jaw for effect. She grips the steering wheel more tightly, staring ahead at the road in suspense as if it's the only thing keeping her sane. With the click of a few buttons, she rolls down all the windows, and the gust of wind that attacks us causes our hair to blowback as we drive down the winding roads towards the shore.

Cue James Bond music.

"You would have had to go in naked." I inform her in espionage language that she would have had to do the mission without backup. With a shudder, I look into her sunglasses meaningfully. "Off with both our heads then. Mine first."

"Well, you are the one with the concussion so...." She trails off teasingly, the beach coming into view as she makes a right turn.

She killed it. She just... Killing the mood is so like her.