Army Brat

Hey There Soldier.

Army Brat














Chapter 1- Hey there soldier.














Knock-knock-knock.


I walk to my door and swing it open. There is a girl leaning against my door frame, smoking a cigarette. She turns her head to look at me and a smile grows on her lips.


"Hey there soldier. I came to surprise you." She takes a drag from her cigarette. My nose wrinkles at the smell.


"No, something is going on." I take the cigarette from her hand and flick it out the open door.


"What the hell, James!" She yells at me. I smile to myself. I always loved pissing her off. She always got riled up so fast.


"Mick. What's going on?" I ask her. I hear a throat clear behind me.


"Soldier, I think you have some people in your house." Mick motions behind me. I sigh. I'm not really in the mood for introductions right now. Something smells fishy and she's trying to change the subject.


"Yeah. Mick, I would like you to meet my mates." I step aside and motion for her to come in. "These are my friends. Justin, Zeila, Noah, and Ethan. Lads and lady, I would like you to meet my best friend, Commander Sergeant Major Arizona Harper." I smile at my best friend.


"But everyone calls me Mick." She winks at them.


This is going to be a long day.








-----EARLIER THAT DAY.------






"Thank you for flying British Airways, Have a great day." The over head voice says.


I stand up from my set and pop my back. These seats are terrible. That's what I get for turning down a first class ticket. I grab my over head duffel bag and exit the airplane. I look down at my self and realize I'm still in my army fatigues. (My uniform...Looks like Camo). I still have my heavy boots and hair tied in a bun.


I need to get out of this uniform, I have been in it for 10 hours. It's so itchy. I probably have bruises on my butt from sitting so long. I flew from East India, originally. Just an fyi, that's a really long flight. Sorry I have an attitude when I'm cranky.






To the men I'm the "Boss" of my team. They would not take me seriously if they saw how really dress. I don't take myself seriously on occasions.


I'm 24 so I dress like a 24 year old. I love leather and jewelry. Some women that have been in the army are really butch. Like they are expected to do the whole marines scene. Not me, I'd rather wear a dress then this uniform. But I can still kick your ass.


I changed into some white jeans, a tee and my leather jacket. Since I am in the land of the glorious Oxford University I shall wear my oxford shoes as well. This is a normal day outfit.


I catch a taxi to my friend's house, Derek. I don't get the point in calling it a flat. That's weird, sorry. If you live in a flat, no offense, I live in a flat too. So same boat. His place is pretty nice. I have been there a couple times before, not too shabby.


I hop out of the cab and take my duffel bag up the elevator. I set down my bag in the hall close by the door. If anyone touches the bag an alarm will go off, no joke. You don't mess with my crap.




I walk to his door. I knock a couple times and the door finally opens. James has his head turned, when he finally looks at me I see his beautiful smile. I'm leaning against his door frame waiting for him to realize who I am. Its been a couple years since we have seen each other.


"Hey, there Soldier." I take my glasses off and place them on my head.


"Mick?" He says. His eyes widen.
Oh yeah I look different form the last time he saw me. I just smile at him, waiting for this stupid faze to pass.



"Mick! Oh my Gosh Mick!" He picks me up and walks me into his apartment. He shuts the door with his foot, he picks me up again and hugs the daylights out of me. He smells amazing. Why do guys always have to smell so good.


"Soldier! Put me down!" I start laughing but he continues to spin me in circles. "Soldier!" I say a little more stern. He sets me back on the ground and the whole room in spinning.


"What are you doing here?" He smiles.


"I came to surprise you." I pull out a cigarette and a lighter.


"No smoking is going on." He takes the cig out of my hands and flicks it out the window.


"What the hell, James!" I yell. That was my last one.


"Mick. What's going on?" He looks sincere.


Crap he is gonna try his damn puppy dog eyes in a moment. The eyes will make me start crying. I don't cry in front of anyone and I'm not startin now. I hear a throat clear behind Derek.


"Soldier, I think you have some people I your house." I look around his body.


"Yeah Mick, I would like you to meet my mates." Derek smiles. He moves out of the way and I see his four friends on the couch.


"These are my friends: Justin, Zeila, Noah and Ethan. Lads and lady, I would like you to meet my best friend, Commander Sergeant Major Arizona Harper." He points to each one.


"But everyone calls me Mick." I interrupt Derek. I smile and wink at his friends. They seem like a nice bunch.


"Wait? Are you in the army?" The short guy ask.


"Yep. Since I was 18." I sit in a chair and dig in my purse for one more cigarette.


"18? How old are you know?" The girl asks. She has an Italian accent and I love her style. FOCUS MICK!


"I'm 24." I still haven't found the cigarette.


"Derek, good job on the older woman." One of his friends says and nudges him in the side. Derek blushes and I laugh.


"No, we aren't together. I'm gay." I say. It's really hard to keep a straight face with this crowd.


"You're gay!" Derek shouts in my face.


"Yeah," I squeak out and I avoid his eye contact. What the big deal if I'm gay? He acts like he's in love with me.


"Can I speak to you?" He asks me. Before I can respond he drags me to his room and shuts the door, then locks it.


"Since when where you gay?!" He shouts.


"Shhh!" I slap him on the arm. "Shut the hell up! I'm not gay!" I whisper- yell.


"Your not?" He asks me very confused looking, poor Derek.


"No! Your guy friends were eyeing me up like I was the last biscuit at my grand mamma's Sunday breakfast." He raises his eyebrows at me. "Don't give me that look, I have said things more southern-like before."


"Ok. Whatever." He rolls his eyes at me.


"Why did you freak out if I was gay?" I question and cross my arms across my chest.


"Because you are my best friend and I would have hoped you would have told me before." He says sitting on his bed.


"If I truly was gay, I wouldn't have told you. Or anyone. If you are in the Army and you're gay, you don't say anything about it." I sit next to him.


"Oh," was all he could say to me.


"Come on. We should go in there or they might be thinking you're trying to flip me."


"Flip you?" He stands up and extends his hand to me. He helps me up.


"Never mind. Why am I friends with a European man?" I say to myself. "You all don't bathe properly."


"Says the southern hick, as you would say." We start laughing as we head into his living room. Hearing a British accent saying hick is the funniest thing ever.


"Everything ok?" The girl asks.


"Yeah fine." I smile. "So can you all repeat your names again. Please." I bat my eyelashes.


"You don't know who we are?" One asks.


"Cocky are we?" I smile. "No, not really, I have been in the desert for a year or so now. I don't have much time to get on Facebook." They all laugh.
"Forgive me if I don't know y'all's names except soldier's here." I nudge Derek in the chest. More like abs because he is super tall.


"I'm Zelia." The girl steps forward. She has dark brown hair and a thick Italian accent. Beautiful girl too.


"I'm Noah." He opens his arms for a hug. I step back.


"I don't hug, sorry." I apologize.


"Its ok." He sits by Zelia. She pats his head like a dog.


"I'm Ethan." He winks at me. I look up at Derek and roll my eyes. He bites his lip to hold back a laugh.


"I'm Justin. Nice jacket." I notice his.


"Thanks I like yours too. I got it at Harley's." I smile playing with my collar.


"Harley?" He raises an eyebrow.


"Yeah Harley Davidson. You know motorcycle?" I place my hands out in front of me and say, "Vroom Vroom."


"Hold on." I pull out my phone and show a picture of my bike. I show all the guys.


"That's incredible. Is it yours?" Noah looks at the picture.


"Yeah I fixed it up before I left this past tour." I take my phone back, placing it in my pocket.


"So that's your new bike?" I nod.


"On that screen?" Ethan asks. I nod again.


"My God! That's fucking hot!" I laugh at one of the guys.


"You are American." Noah says out of thin air.


"And you're British. Oh my goodness. We are good this pointing-out-random-things game." I say sarcastically.


"Mick, stop being a smart ass." Derek nudges me.


"Sorry, I'm cranky. I was on a plane for 10 plus hours." I sigh, leaning my head on Derek's shoulder.


"Where are you staying?" He looks down at me.


"I don't know yet. I need to call a cab and find a hotel someplace." I grab my phone out searching for a hotel number.


"Mick, you can stay here." Derek offers.


"No, I don't want to intrude." I laugh.
"You are my best friend, you wont be intruding." He takes my phone from me.


"Derek, you have company." I motion to his friends.


"No, we were all leaving." Zeila says. All of his friends stand up and grab their jackets. They all say their goodbyes and head out.


I see out of the corner of my eye Ethan reach to grab my ass. I take his hand and flip him on his back. I take my foot and place it on his throat.


"Don't ever touch my ass." I tell him sternly.


All of them start laughing except Ethan who looks like a scared little boy. I reach out my hand to help him up. They all keep laughing at him.


"Shut up," he growls.


"Bye lads." Derek says. Zeila gives him a look. "And lady." He steps in the hall.


"Mick is this your bag?" He yells from the halls.


"Oh yeah." I stand up and walk out into the hall with him. He picks up the bag and grumbles.


"What the hell is in here?" He groans.


"Not much. But its not that heavy." I laugh at him struggling.


"Yeah it is." He throws it on the chair.


"Oh come on soldier, is a small duffel bag to heavy for you? I thought you had muscles." I push up his shirt sleeve. "Yeah they are there. I have to say your biceps are pretty small but I know you have some strength to you."


"Ha ha. Very funny." He rolls his eyes at me.


"Here let me show you my new trick." I kick off my shoes and get in push up position.


"DJ, put my duffel bag on my back." I say as I lay on the floor.


"What! No. that's double your size." He yells at me.


"Derek James. Put the bag on my back." I demand. He cautiously places it on my back. The bag weighs about 80 pounds. I did 50 fast. I push the bag off.


"That's all?" He smiles.


"Not that's not all. I am tired and you're pissing me off." I lay over on my back. He sits down next to me.


"Want to tell me why you are here?" He smiles. I knew he was going to ask that.


"Can I change first?" I smile, innocently.


"Sure." He smiles. I take my duffel bag into his HUGE room.






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