Random Oneshots

Rooster and Flow- Bradley Bradshaw

PROMPTS:
2. 𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢, 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫.
27. "𝔇𝔦𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔰 𝔪𝔢?"
"𝔚𝔞𝔰 ℑ 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔲𝔭𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬?"
47. 𝕯𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘.

THE WHOLE ONESHOT WILL BE ROOSTER POV!!

OC INFO:
Name: Rhea Parker
Callsign: Flow (Rhea in Greek mythology represent the flow of time and people)

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*Rooster's POV*

I felt my body groan in pain as I woke up to someone knocking on my front door. Rolling over, I leaned over to press the top of my clock to see a time I never want to see on my time off:

2:46 a.m.

"What the hell?" I muttered, throwing my duvet off and getting up, stretching to stop any pain in my back that I would've gained whilst tossing and turning in my sleep. I walked through the house, only noticing the aggressive patter of rain as I travelled downstairs, hearing the weather violently attack the window at the front of the house. I approached the door and swung it open, "Who the hell is knocking at this bloody time-- Flow?"

I was shocked to find the petite girl I've learned to call my best friend - and crush - standing in front of my dark blue door. She had been soaked by the rain, meaning that she'd been out walking for a while before she decided to get here. Her raven hair was stuck to the sides of her face, her ponytail that it was tied in being no help in keeping the stray strands of her hair out of her face. She still wore her aviator uniform, the material doing very little to keep her warm, as proven by her trembling figure. It was then that I realised she had yet to look up at me, instead deciding to take to gazing down on her boots, gazing at them as if they were the most exciting artefact to ever exist.

I opened the door wider, trying to ignore the heat rising to my face as I realised I was only in shorts, as I usually was when I slept, "Get inside, sweetheart. You're shivering," I started gently, gesturing for her to come inside. It was at that moment she finally looked up at me, and it was then I noticed the fact that she was crying, and looked as though she had been for a while. Her face was red, probably from a mix of the cold and her current emotional state, the tears still streaming down her face, her previous ones leaving pale stains on her tanned skin. 

She let out a soft sniffle and walked inside wordlessly, me quietly closing the door behind her. I observed her as she looked around, as she always did, taking in every photo on the walls, every crack in the paint and chip in the frames. How she analysed every detail about myself and my place would seem threatening to anyone else, but not to me; I found it kind of comforting. The fact she stuck to the same routine gave consistency in a world that seems to be continuously inconsistent and it was nice. 

Sharing a look with her, I frowned as she went to speak, "You don't have to say anything yet. Go and have a shower and warm up first. Get out of your uniform and I'll leave some stuff out for you to wear once you're out. There's a clean towel on the back of the door." The ravenette teared up again but nodded, "Okay," she said quietly, her voice sounding as though she had been screaming, and if she spoke anymore it would give out. I watched her walk upstairs to the small bathroom that stood right in front of her, seeing her walk inside and close the door behind her, hearing it lock before the familiar sound of the shower started. 

I quickly reminded myself that I was still in just shorts, running up the stairs myself and into my room that was just to the left of the bathroom. I rummaged through my drawers and pulled on the first shirt I could grab - a faded black shirt that had AV8R on the front of it in white, the letters now slightly worn from old age - and searched for some clothes that would fit Rhea. I managed to find a pair of trousers that I still kept that had shrunk in the wash a while back, the thought of binning them had slipped my mind due to being caught up with the assignments I was being given by TopGun, as well as a plain black shirt and a hoodie that had 'UNITED STATES NAVY' in bold yellow print across the front. I folded them nicely - out of anxiety that she'd think I was a slob if I didn't - and put them on the floor outside of the bathroom door. I knocked on the door to get Flow's attention, hearing a muffled 'yeah' on the other side over the sound of the shower, "The clothes are just by the door, Rhea. I'll be downstairs."
"Okay, Roo." I heard faintly and had to do a double-take to make sure I'd heard what she had said correctly.