I love this song...

Part 16: slow ride

Jakes perspective:

Day one of training went... ok I guess. I miss Beth already. Man I wish I could see her.

We went over what exactly our mission is and wow, we have to fly really low, nearly touching the ground then immediately bolt up. Insane. I'm scared I won't be able to do it. Even then I don't know if I'll be chosen for that duty particularly, I could just be a wingman, or not even fly at all but be on standby. I can't decide if I'd rather be on standby or be in action. On one hand I'll get to do the craziest mission ever, on the other I can stay safe and guarantee I come home...

Everyone was going back to the bar after work so I gave in and went too.

We drank and talked, whatever, same old same old. Except our instructor kept flirting with the bar tender, weird as fuck but I guess they'ed be cute. I saw me and Beth in them, us in like 30 years, except I don't want her to be a lonely bar tender, she'll be my wife.

I think I'm in love with Beth. It's only been a few months but everything about her is interesting to me, the way she laughs, cries, smiles, sleeps. Everything.

I especially love how she looks when I've come with flowers. I'll pay any price to see that face every night.

Eventually we all left the bar and went to our rooms at the hotel.

Luckily mine was separate, no roommate. If I had ended up with fucking Bradshaw as my roommate I might've shot him or something. He really knows how to press my buttons.

*one week later*

We found out we have one less week to practice for the mission, so far I'm doing the best out of everyone (figures). But I found something interesting about Bradly and our instructor. Him and good old Brad's dad flew together, the poor man died because of Pete (our instructor). Pretty wild.