❝ 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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when the clock hits 9pm carole picks rooster up "well i think it's time goose and i leave, we need to put this one to bed"
i nod "it was lovely meeting you" i say before ruffling rooster's hair "and you rooster"
everyone says their goodbyes;goose and carole walk out of the door, rooster chats away in his mother's arms
"mommy! did you know uncle mav and aunt siren are gonna get married soon!" rooster calls out
carole just laughs "i'm sure they are honey"
maverick just smirks at me "i'll take you home then?"
"thanks" i say reaching up to press a kiss to his cheek.
maverick leads me outside and climbs onto his motorcycle lifting me onto the seat and patting his sides motioning for me to hold on, i manoeuvre my hands to his abdomen wrapping them clad against him. i feel him rev the engine, my seat rumbling below me. he pulls out of the parking lot, i watch as the sky above me casts a warm glow on the neighbourhood, a light breeze brushes against my cheeks and flows through my hair. luckily the roads are pretty quiet right now so i don't have to worry about mav's reckless driving (and his lack of helmets).
he stops on a silent bridge the waves crashing below us hitting the sloped sides, the sunset casts a warm hue of different shades of orange, pink and red. he scrambled off the bike moving swiftly to hold out his hand for me, i take it and give him a small smile of gratitude.
maverick wraps his hand around my waist and guides me towards the barrier, staring off at the glistening sea
he's silent for a while before he suddenly speaks "you know i never did tell you about my parents"
i turn to him and stare at his side profile willing him to speak.
"you know that song i listen too?" he states
"mhm"
"my folks loved it, my mother used to call me from her room and have me play it over and over again, i got so sick of it" he says shaking his head "but not her, she used to sit up there for hours, just listening."
i look at him curious of where this conversation is leading.
"she died shortly after my father did" he continues "it's all a big mystery, he disappeared in an f-4 on november 5th 1965. the stink of it was he screwed up. no way, my old man was a great fighter pilot. but who the hell knows? it's all classified"
i reach up to touch his arm to give him a bit of comfort "well somebody must know right?"
