Patrycks POV
I cautiously make my way down the stairs, getting off of a large plane I had just flown for a flight training test that I totally bombed.
Following, behind my buddy Paul, you know, the scruffy guy with the thicc brows and dark brown, messy hair. My boss, Red Leader follows behind me as well. He always had that stern, and intimidating look on his face and nobody ever could tell what he was thinking about. He had to have that,
people had to be scared of him after all.
I brush a bit of loose hair aside and out of my face to be with the rest. As i reach the bottom, I take a few steps forward, and waited patiently for Red. For him to give some statement about how i'm shit at flying and what I need to work on. He walked slowly in front of me and Paul, his arms behind his back and his chest puffed.
With his nose pointed upward, he looked me dead in the eye and I felt myself began to sweat. I was for sure in for something since i did fuck up a few times and that was unacceptable. I know i'm a bad pilot but I don't need it rubbed in.
"Great job pilot." He said with a hint of lightness in his voice. That immediately took about a thousand pounds off of my shoulders to hear, I felt almost lightheaded.
"oh- thank you sir." I say with a slight smile, greatly surprised.
I noticed Paul let out a small sigh, he was relieved as well. Tord returned the smile before turning around and walking away, putting me and Paul at ease.
"jesus-" I let out with a sigh, smiling down at Paul.
Paul gives me a slight glare, looking up at me with a pinch of jealousy.
"why does he treat you so well? he would've cussed me out right then and there" He reached into the pocket of his royal blue jacket, pulling out a cigarette, and placing the filtered end between his lips.
"well maybe I actually did a good job" I said, crossing my arms as I took a bit of offence.
"whatever-" Paul rolled his eyes before lighting and inhaling the chemicals within the cancer stick.
There was a long pause in between that, i was thinking about Paul's cigarette before breaking the silence.
"you should quit"
"why.."
"it's bad for you, you're slowly killing yourself you know."
"In the case of it being slow right now, I should smoke more" He spoke casually with a small chuckle.
I scoffed at that, shaking my head with a small but bitchy smile.
"you've being going since high school"
"okay and?"
"quit."
"no."
"quit."
"not until you quit drinking coffee you crackhead"
"no."
"see."
I shook my head once more. I'll just go fuck myself then i guess.
