A Top Gun 1986-based story. About OC's character (Hal), the sister of Carole, and their love story with Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky.
I would also like to disclose that I do not own any of the original characters or plots from either Top Gun movies or Para...
A/N: Idk if I've used this song yet. But I plan to edit songs as I go through the editing after the completion of this story! Also... if y'all would be interested in doing some throwbacks. If you know what Jelsa is, you'll know what is about to happen... My friend dared me to make a Jelsa story. So feel free to throw any ideas at me if you have any. Also... TOM'S COMING HOME SOON! LET'S GO! I miss writing Tom and Hal scenes!
Tom's POV - 600 hours
I threw myself out of bed. I had been awake for hours. I wanted to be home so badly. I didn't even care to use my blankets. I slept in a perfectly made bed.
"Wow, someone's excited" Slider whistled.
"Shut up Ron, I get to Hal soon." I said with a small smile on my face. I just wanted to be home with her. I didn't care what the guys said about it. I was happy to get off this damn boaat for the first time in my life. I'd stay this happy forever, until the day I died.
Roll call was in three hours, there was a lot to do before then. A lot to do before I got home. I didn't care though, because soon this all would be over and I'd be in her arms. She would be in mine. Then... the next day she'd be Mrs. Kazansky.
Just seven more hours my love... seven more hours.
Since I went to bed late, and wasn't able to fall asleep for awhile, I woke up way later than usual. I got up and quickly got dressed. Tom would be home at 1 pm or 1300 hours. Just three more hours and I'd be in his arms again.
I got dressed... Well, it truly wasn't just that simple. It took about an hour to pick out THE PERFECT outfit. I had to look good for Tom, of course. I wanted something that screamed, 'Look your future bride'. I had found it after I had taken some shoes from Carole's closet.
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So now, I was dressed. My hair and makeup were done as well. All that I had left to do was wait and -
I heard sobbing coming from the bathroom. It was quiet and muffled.
I had just come back from an outing with one of the few friends I had in Houston. My father was out fishing today as well. One of his favorite past times since Mom had died. Carole and I swore that he'd die of a broken heart sooner rather than later.
I threw the bags of clothes I had bought onto the couch. I had just turned 21 a few days ago, so my friend took me out shopping for makeup and other 'girly' things. She said I'd need to venture out into the clubs sooner or later. Said I wasn't girly enough. I put my car keys in the bowl on the kitchen counter.
