The Man with the Thick Eyebrows (Paul x Reader)

Fixed

-No art this time-

-please enjoy-

Your Point of View

 

  I stepped down from the stand the man had decided my sweater was far to bulky to receive the correct adjustments. I didn't understand why I couldn't just tell them my size, but I sighed and left to the back. The White Leader passed me a pair of thin swim shorts over the changing room wall. I walked out feeling very uncomfortable, my arms crossed over my bare chest.
     "Don't worry," (Y/N)'s feminine voice piped,"I had to do it too."
     I somehow managed not to blush in embarrassment. Not only was I in swim trunks in front of my 'leader', but I was being harassed by flashing fantasies. I hated the bitch, and I always would, but I couldn't get her grinding voice and my sick brain to cut it out. My fingers twitched slightly, my chest rising and falling with loud, shallow breaths. I calmed as I felt Pat's hand on my shoulder. 
     "It's OK," he whispered. I gave a curt nod, stretching my arms out so that I could be fitted. I was just hoping these things would be comfortable, because I sure as hell would hate anything else about them. I stepped down, going back to the changing room and slipping into my uniform. They couldn't stop me from wearing it until I got the white one anyways. I knew I was being petty, but it was my right to be petty. I threw the trunks at Pat, who huffed and left into the room behind me. (Y/N) gave me a weird look.
     "Hey, Paul?"
     "Yeah?"
     "Your name tag is upside down."
     I looked to it and shrugged, stepping back slightly as the White Leader reached over to readjust the tag. "Now you look perfect," she complimented.
     I growled lightly, my frown deep. I didn't change it back, though. Pat walked out in swim trunks and shuffled to the front. (Y/N) had gone back to sharpening knives. I whistled teasingly at Patryck, causing his to blush furiously. Neither of us were a fan of this procedure, but it was better together.

Your Point of View
 

   I smiled gently at the friendship between the newest recruits. They seemed like a nice pair if only I could break down their walls. They would be judged heavily for being runaway soldiers, not to mention from the enemy army, but all in all, they would be good men. It was just something I could tell. I waited for the tailor to be done. He gave me a nod. "Their uniforms will be don in a week. Until then," he said, giving them each two ill fitting uniforms. The two men nodded.
     "So, I suppose we should eat and do the tour tomorrow? It's getting late. You guys can sit at a table with me so you won't be attacked by the other soldiers. They aren't too kind to reddies," she said, twiddling her fingers.
     Paul shrugged,"We can take care of ourselves," he said, kind of defensive.
     "I insist," I continued, grabbing their forearms. "Plus, I want to keep an eye on you two."
     It was around five when they sat down to eat. Paul got some chicken, Pat had a salad, and ai had a (f/f). They were pretty good, as I managed to grow your own food and hire good cooks. 
     "So," I began, my eyebrows raised,"Hownis that eye of yours, Paul?" 
     Paul felt his blood boil. How dare the girl who nearly killed him ask 'how is that eye of yours?'. 
     "I'll probably have it taken out soon," he mumbled with a full mouth. I nodded.
     Patryck looked to me,"So, if you don't mind me asking, are you and Alek...?" He trailed off.
     I nearly spit out of my food,"oh, no, not at all!" I cleared up,"I mean, we've dated afew times, but we're just really close friends."
     Patryck poke his cheek,"So, I have another question, why did he...?"
     "It's kinda just a friendly thing, it sounds weird but it's really not that awkward."
     Paul snickered,"sounds pretty awkward," he said.
     "I know!" I said, giggling,"but really, we're just friends, and that's all we'll ever be."
     Patryck nodded, grabbing Paul's shoulder.
     "It's ut since you get to ask questions..." I pointed to the two of them, twiddling her fingers.
      Pat blushed furiously,"Nope, notta, we're also just friends."
      I nodded, smiling widely. I noticed Paul's smile looked forced. "Hey, Paul?"
      "No, my name tag is not upside down."
      "Actually, I was going to apologize. I guess I was just kinda judging you because of the army you were in. If there is anything I can do-"
     "Stop," Paul said. "I was out for four days and good God the amount of times I nearly died. The knot thing you can do is leave me alone, and don't bring that up," he spat with sizzling venom. I nodded, nearly wanting to cry, but I understood. Patryck looked a little angry at Pat, and a little worried, but he didn't act on it. We finished our meal in complete silence. The tension could be cut with a knife as the three sat there. Paul was obviously pissed, and Patryck was gently rubbing his back to calm him. I finished my meal and cleaned up after the three of us.
     "I suppose I should so you the dormitoruim," she said, watching as the two stood. I couldn't look Paul I  the eyes, but Pat gave me an apologetic look, though you could see right through it. They bother hated you. It was obvious.
     'Maybe you should just go.'
     'I have a job to do.'
     'You're just making it worse."
     'I'm just trying to fix it.'
     'You're a miserable faliure.'
     'I know.'
     I silently showed them their seperate dorm rooms, where the bathrooms in them were, the closet, told them of some rules, handed them the mandatory rule books, and left.
     Patryck waved after me, but again, he had to hate me.

Patryck's Point of View

 

   She nearly stole him from me. She nearly took my best friend. The fucking audacity to ask. I know she only wants to be nice, but can't she realize when something is too soon? Sometimes I wish Paul didn't get dibs on shooting her down. She isn't a bad person, and I know 'all's fair in love and war', but it still hurt. Maybe she could be ok, but Paul and I aren't here to make friends.

Paul's Point of View

   Why did she have to be so nice? Why did she have to try to help me? I hate her, but I can't fully hate her. I know she's an ok person, but she nearly killed me. It's just... man. I have a headache. I just need a drink right now. Once I'm drunk these feelings will go away and I'll realise I don't want to be her acquaintance, let alone her friend.

-A slightly shorter chapter this time. I usually try to make it four pages but not right now.-

-I do need to make it clear. Paul's 'feelings' are not a crush, more a mix of hatred and wanting to be a friend of hers, mainly because she cares, and that means alot to him, I guess, because he doesn't have very many people who genuinely care-