The General and the Astronaut

The Set-Up

HELLO BEAUTIFUL READERS OF WATTPAD!!! I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD, OH HELL YEAH! Sorry I was gone for so long, school is kicking my ass, TvT. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I just want to give a huge thanks to @lesalenounours for her sweet comment on my last chapter! Also, you're 23 in this story, just FYI. Now let's get started.

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        "CHARLES FUCKING BAKER!!!" 

        You were royally pissed, chasing your older brother around the comic book shop, a rolled up newspaper in one hand and your gun in the other. Chuck frantically dodged your stun blasts while diving under chairs and leaping over desks before bursting out of the comic book shop, now catching the attention of Rover, who couldn't pass up a chance to blackmail Chuck. Rover sped off after you two, ignoring the rock it was examining. Skiff jumped, calling after Rover in slight worry. Rover ignored Skiff and instead picked up speed, causing you to break into a sprint as the three of you crossed the street and made your way to a park. Luckily it was a work day, so not many people were hanging out at this hour. You had a burst of adrenaline and you picked up even more speed before letting out a small war cry and leaping onto your brother's back, forcing him to the ground and sitting proudly and victoriously on his back with a satisfied 'hmph!', holding up the stolen item in your hand to the sky. It was a small rainbow crystal encased in gold wire, strung by a sturdy black leather cord. "I can't feel my legs..." Chuck whined, his complaint slightly muffled by the sidewalk. "Oh calm down you big baby." You teased him, clasping the necklace around your neck and getting off his back.

        Rover let out a mechanical giggle-like series of beeps, handing you a couple Polaroids of you on top of Chuck victoriously, holding up my necklace to the sky like it was the Holy Grail.  You chuckled and gave Rover a high-five. "Keep those and never let Chuck forget about this," You instructed the dog-like machine. Rover nodded and sped off before Chuck could reach you. He brushed off the dirt on his black t-shirt and khaki shorts before groaning to me, "I still have no idea how you, a 134 pound 23-year-old, can take down me, a 207 pound 27-year-old." You giggled at his dumbfounded expression. "Oh dear brother, always so clueless in the ways of self-defense." You teased him, talking as if he was a clueless 6-year-old. Chuck grumbled something intelligible under his breath, and you patted him on the head like a puppy, before breaking out in giggles. Chuck smirked, a sudden idea popping into his head. He grabbed you by the waist and hoisted you over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes, causing you to screech and laugh. "Mercy, big brother, MERCY!!!!" You cried, laughing and screeching as he juggled you around, causing your (H/L) hair to get into your face. "Not until you have that dinner with Grawl!" Chuck pushed, shaking you harder. Oh god, not this shit again. 

        Chuck had been egging you to try and get to know the general, and had even set up a dinner for you two. But you were not having any of it. "NO!" You screamed, feeling the blood rushing to your head. Chuck shook you even harder, and you began to run out of breath. You sighed in defeat. There was no backing out of this now. "FINE! Just put me down!" Chuck yanked you off his shoulder and placed you on the ground, smirking. "Oh shut up, you idiot." You smacked him lightly on the forearm. You were pissed off now. "Tonight, 6:30 sharp." Chuck pushed you towards the direction of the makeshift base. "Go get ready!" He shoved you harder. You huffed and stormed off towards the base. Be damned if he packed you a dress just for this.