Men are the Worst Pets 4

Part 6.

The handsome young man was sprawled across the captain’s bed. The sheets hide his yummy six pack. (And it was tooo yummy.) He gathered all the bed coverings and got up. Had his captain gone and left him all alone again?
That was an irritating habit and he hated it bitterly. He doubled checked the bathroom and then made sure the lock was locked.
"okay." He thought. "Surly this couldn’t be against the rules." He was only reading a letter from home. "Then why does it feel like a sin?" it should be. What would the captain do if he got caught? He pushed away the thought as he pulled the cabinet dresser. There lay a few unopened girly notes. All from …..
He didn’t want to see or think her name. She was just her.

He got the oldest one from the bottom and slit it open. With a pen in his other hand he scratched out both her names. Why did he care? She was just another girl. She the one that will draw the last straw between him and his younger brother. Joey wanted to know how his younger brother was doing but his mind and ego wouldn’t let him. "Let it go." He repeated to himself aloud, forgetting there was a chance he might get caught.
This wasn’t about the childish girl or about his faraway brother. It was just boredom. Was it though? He had the captain’s attention. (Which was awesome and NO WAY childish.) And he was in the middle of pure war. On a submarine for (to his opinion the best branch in the military.) and the coolest part, the navy.

He shook his head. He needed to focus. He got distracted WAY to easy. So he read the letter. First thing he notice was that she put way too much time in making it. I mean it had the really nice writing you know the cursive type. Well it made it hard for Joey to read. Which was odd because it gave him one more reason not to read it? It read…..
To Joey:
I miss you and wish you didn’t run away from me. I wanted to tell your brother about us so bad yet I knew why you joined the navy you love soooo much, to hide from the people that are to matter the most about you.
Now because of that I have to remember the fact that you leave me that and again I have to deal with your immature brother. I would leave him the second you say you love me. I’m just waiting for you.

I beg you to come back to me and your home. I’m sure your brother will understand. He should know that I love you. I’m the one that has to deal with it.
And Joey I say this with my whole heart and I accept it; you’re the meanest man I know. Still an am as devoted as I can be with the brother you forced on me.
I love you wholly,......
Then a huge blob of scribbles to block off the name.
That was lame. It was as much as an ‘Imma tell you off’ as a missed up love note.
Joey hid it back with the others and got his work clothes on. So boring, they didn’t show how stronger he was, than more of the average guys. (The girls found out in the end anyway.)

Joey combed hair naturally highlighted hair that was smooth to the touch. (It gave another reason for the women to brush though his hair.) His whole appearance revolved around the hot females. Joey opened the door a creak so he didn’t seem too suspense. He lounged happily. That girl’s stupid note wouldn’t ruin his mood in the lease.
Creak…. The entrance showed the skimpy ‘captain’, she had on red lipstick and thick black mascara. Her eye shadow was only a little overdone. Still she was milk white and godly. (But her eyes had this noticeable satanic spark that only lit her wondrous style.) Her hair was the one thing that was normal about her because it was straight and a plain but vibrant brown.
"So, love, what’s the forecast?" her moistened lips spoke. The red gleamed sexily and Joey could only stare.
"On us or….." he replied.

"That’s on OUR agenda?" she drew out the word. This wasn’t love. This was body needs and infatuation.
"To lock that door there and start all over again."
"Good thing this are heavy metal; NO ONE can hear." The captain smiled fakly and started for him.
Too bad SHE couldn’t see Joey right then so SHE wouldn’t still be all over him. Not one more note Joey thought. He wouldn’t miss that right?
Then he could no longer think about another woman than the one crawling all over him then. He just couldn’t.
Captain Kimberley Shasez did more than absolutely HOT kissing…..

Part 7.
Suzy May practiced cutesy jesters in the long view mirror behind her door. This was her first date. Ever. And it mattered.
All she knew was that he was 25 and that he liked the movie Matrix a lot. (Did that mean anything?) And he was a Taurus.
It was going to be interesting, not only because Suzy May wore one of her rare purple girl shirts instead of guys ones or that deep in the back of her mind she kept hoping this guy wasn’t a pervy old man but because the weather felt weird.
Suzy May hopped in her old white truck that was her old man’s hand me down. Hand rolling down the half broken window she decided if purple was a okay color. She knew red meant sexy and black meant ‘I’ve been around the block. And pink was diva girly Paris Hilton. And green was earthy; she thought "I should have wore green." She laughed. Dating was getting the ‘Women’ out of her. Did she even have it? She would find out soon…..

Part 8.
Damien flicked the easer top to the other side of the den room. This is boring, writing an essay on political science. What’s more to say? It mostly just fossil fuel that’s going to quickly and anyone was too caught up in modern things to stop it. But a paper, a whole paper? He had to do to it somehow. He sighed and leaned on his hand.
"Tired?" Miranda asked from behind him.
"Majorly." He looked at her.
She was wearing a long apron that covered all of her clothes. It had blue, red, all the colors splattered on it.
"What cures boredom?" she didn’t really sympathy but implied him to join her on her assignment.
"No."

"I'll help you on yours and you’ll help me on mine." She said simply.
"Plus I totally passed my Polit. classes." Miranda messaged his shoulder.
"It’s not REALLY cheating." She pecked his cheek. There was no emotion in it but Damien followed her anyway.
In the guest room had a large painting on the floor and was lying down. Around it was plastic wrap stuff the same stuff you use to paint rooms.
"That is it going to be a painting of?" Damien curiosity shone.
"A water lily, it’s supposed to be inspired by that guy you know, the one that did starry night." Miranda snapped her fingers impatiently. Then gave up with a shrug.
"So I was thinking of using red for the lily and yellow and green for the back ground so it could be like contrasting colors." She said while wiping off her paint brush with a Terri cloth.

"And maybe you could use the brush strokes like he did." Damien looked at Miranda and smiled boyishly.
He watched as she drew that she wanted it to look like, and then he mixed the colors they were going to use to make different tints and shades of red and green and yellow.
He sat next to her and they painted in silent.
"I can’t stand this." she said and reached for the old radio then turned the dial to a rock station.
Good Charlotte’s dance floor anthem roared though them. (They were one of her favorite bands along with boys like girls.)

They worked until they were done. It was rather boring, and then they wrote the paper on global warming and the pros and cons of using gasoline.
Soon Damien slowing realized that they weren’t exactly the romantic couple.
Or was he being overly possessive? ‘I should stop playing the girls part.’ He thought to himself. (Even though it was totally sexists.) Most guys are like that any way right?
Damien stayed quite. He hopped Miranda would open with to her.