Disappear
Chapter 3.
"Um, so... uhh." I stuttered.
"Dude!" exclaimed Sofia, "What's wrong? It's like you haven't gone on a date before!"
"Um..." I stuttered yet again.
"Wait," asked Sophia cautiously, "you actually haven't! Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it!"
"No! There's no need for you to apologize. You did nothing wrong. And yes I have gone on a date before."
"Well then..." said the suspicious beauty, "Why are you acting so nervous? I mean this is our third date! After we started talking, and you asked me out, I said yes. And the first two went well! Why are you worried?" She smiled at me. Her emerald eyes glared into mine. Not angrily, but more intrigued to know my answer.
"Uh," I scratched my head, "because I really like you." I looked down at my hands which were unconsciously picking at each other without my knowledge. Sofia's soft fingers lifted my chin and I was surprised to see her lips pressing up against mine. I felt my hand through her pink/blonde soft hair.
Even though it was only a few seconds, they were the best few seconds of my entire life.
"Jeremy." She was beaming. "I really like you too." I blushed, something horribly embarrassing for a manly college student like me to do. But for the moment, I was ok with it.
That's how are relationship started off. It spiraled upwards, well, to me it did. And before we knew it, it had been a month; which just barely beat the record of my longest relationship, and almost doubled Joshua's record. Soon it was two months, then three months, and six months. I slowly became in love with Sofia.
I learned all about her art major and how she really wanted to be photographer.
"But I have to take this stupid drawing class to get my degree! It has nothing to do with photography! I blame society." She would always say this, except filling in "drawing" with "design", or "perspective," or other art terms I had never heard of. I was never sure what she meant about blaming the society, but I never questioned it. We were so happy. It was the best time of our lives. Although, I never kept my hopes up. I knew all too well from movies and books that when everyone's happy, something bad is bound to happen.
And boy was I right.
I had almost forgotten about my military status because I was so entranced in my relationship status. Ring ring, ring ring, ring ring.
"I got it." I called. "Hello?" I answered suspiciously, for it had no caller ID.
"Hey, Jerm boy!" He croaked. "It's Sergeant Matthews."
"Hey, Serg! Haven't heard from you in a while, Sir."
"Yeah, I've been caught up in my work, blah blah blah." He muttered nonchalantly. "But I have some great news!"
"Yes, Sir..." I awaited patiently.
"We finally finish with the results of your medical, mental, and physical tests, exams, and training courses. You have completely passed, 100%."
"Oh, thank you Sir! Oh my gosh! Thank you Sir so much!"
"Wait." He interrupted. "I am not done. We've gone through our missions, and we have assigned you to your first. You are going with a recruit team. Come to the meeting tomorrow for more information. You shall be leaving in one week."
"But Sir, where am I being deployed to?"
"It's going to be a five month trip."
"Sir. Please! Where am I being deployed to?"
From the living room Sofia could see me drop the phone to the floor and the color in my expression immediately disappear.