❝ trust them. I tell myself. they'll help you.❞
╰┈➤ on march 3, 1969 the united states navy established an elite school for the top one percent of its pilots.
its purpose was to teach the lost art of aerial combat and to ensure that the handful of m...
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axis pratically screamed the place down when i decided to casually inform her of what happened over dinner, and much to my annoyance she has carried her non stop chatter about it all the way up until the corridor before our next class.
"you're talking my ear off axis" i say
"i'm just so excited, you can get married and i'll beg you to be the maid of honour" axis replies
"woah..! moving a bit fast there don't you think? we've only just started dating, besides you have your own boyfriend to fantasise weddings about" i retort as i push open the classroom door and walk in. maverick and goose are already sat down, i glance over at them and goose gives a little wave to which i mouth 'hi' back at him. i avert my gaze over to maverick who locks eyes with me and decides it's a brilliant idea to blow me a kiss.
"not here!" i mouth, terrified that viper or jester might see and kick us both out by the time it's even lunch.
he just rolls his eyes airily. "you worry too much, they're not even looking" he mouths back.
i scoff and flip him off playfully under the table causing him to perform an over-dramatic gasp. we all fidget restlessly, baking in our compact flight suits eager to start flying although viper seems to have no problem in dragging out his arrival for as long as possible.
"all right settle down" viper says as he finally shows up "this is hop seventeen, you're nearly half way through your training here at top gun, you know the rules gentlemen... and ladies no engagement below the hard deck of 10,00 feet. the class standings remain tight with iceman leading, followed by maverick who is just three points behind then followed by siren standing in third place"
i avert my gaze over to maverick, his eyes are narrowed and his jaw is clenched. clearly not happy with the class standings.
"i'm going to split you up into pairs, one at a time and the rest of you will stay here awaiting your turn. mars will be going first with siren as his wingman" viper continues.
i can't help but let out a disappointing groan, of course i've got him just my luck. i'm going to have to spend the next few hours getting yelled at and told how to fly my plane 'properly'.
axis nudges me excitedly as viper dismisses us. she sprints ahead to go and grab our helmets from our lockers while i just stand around waiting. i stare at the door waiting for maverick to come out so i can talk with him but to my displeasure iceman comes sauntering right up to me.
"what?" i ask looking up at him as he looks me up and down.
"just wondering wether you've figured it out yet." he says chewing his gum obnoxiously
"figured what out?" i ask confused, looking over towards maverick who's standing there aimlessly waiting.
