Turbulence || Top Gun 1986 Fanific

|| chapter 2 :: miramar bar ||

The small flat Flame and I are staying in looks great. There's a small kitchen and island for dining, two small bedrooms, and a bathroom. The living room is also pretty small, considering our budget.
It's all so new and so familiar at the same time. It's like when you first check into your hotel room on a vacation. The feeling never gets old.

"Hey what do you think of going out tonight? Grabbing a few drink to celebrate?" Flame asks while opening his suitcase.

"I guess there wouldn't be any harm, but we have to watch ourselves, our first class is tomorrow."
Wow. I still can't believe the past 24 hours. Saying goodbye to Dash and Camper, getting on a plane to California, it all happened in such a rush.

"Alright then, we leave in half an hour." He says jingling the car keys from his hand. Ugh, I wish the car was under my name. Oh well, if it gets crashed somehow it's probably going to be his fault anyways.

Half an hour isn't much time to get ready, I have to shower, dry my hair, maybe put on some makeup if I decide to wear something fancy.

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I look at the clothing options in my suitcase as my towel soakes the water from my hair, there isn't really much to choose from. I really don't feel like putting on pants right now, my legs do not need denim sticking to them. No but seriously, the last thing I need is to feel like I'm going out for drinks in scuba gear. Not happening.

I pull out a black dress from my suitcase. It has thick straps that narrow down where they attach to the bodice, a sweetheart neckline, and a skirt that settles just above the knees. It seems alright. I only packed a few dresses, and most of them are for brunches and daytime things since I don't go out often, but this one seems okay.

I quickly slip on some undergarments and add the dress over top. The long mirror on the opposite side of the room is conveniently facing me. It's flattering, in a way. I really don't have time to be picky right now, my time is limited. My hair is almost dry, so I just blow dry it the rest of the way. A little bit of styling wouldn't hurt anyone either. I grab the round brush off my nightstand and slowly twirl strands of my hair upward. The result? A soft, effortless blow out. I love to style my hair. My mom taught me how to do it when I was younger. I remember her doing my hair all the time. The sound of snipping scissors and the way my hair wrapped itself around the brush, I ways went to school with the best hair.

I brush some mascara onto my lashes and blot on some lipstick, that should do. I dig my simple black heels out of my luggage and put them on. They have a small strap and are the most comfortable heels I own. They used to be my aunts, and I used to put them on as a kid with my silly little princess dresses and waltz around the living room.
The knock on the door startles me but I compose myself before I look like a fool.

"Come in"

Flame comes in wearing a white tee and some jeans. His sneakers are worn and dirty, but they're his favourite pair, so he doesn't care.

"You look uh-" he stutters. I can't tell if it's because I look good or bad.

"I don't know how I feel about it either, I should just put on a tee and a skirt."

"No- I mean, we don't have time. Let's go."

I give him a look. You know, the look when you are kinda, sorta, super confused about what just happened. I guess it's better to forget about it.

I walk out of the room and grab my bag that is hooked on the back of the front door before I leave the house. I wait for Flame to lock the house and unlock the car. I reach for the handle but he stops me.