Well, let me tell you. Hans Solo is not exactly a boy scout. Even if he is a main player in the good guys' plans against evil, he still has a bad past. In STAR WARS, Hans was a smuggler and a gambler. My Hans is a little bit different, but not exactly Mr. Perfect like a Luke Skywalker.
I met him when my high school best friend, Ruthie, took me to the PX to pick up some stuff. At first, I did not recognize her, since she was wearing a Naval nurse's uniform. This didn't shock me, since she was pre-med at another college, and, after that talk with McGillis, women could only to certain jobs and never important head ones. What shocked me was her name--her name was no longer was Margaret but had changed to the same name as my favorite Aaron Spelling character's name, the youngest daughter in Seventh Heaven, the only one of his shows worth watching.
I was in heaven at the PX. As I was looking through a large bin, trying to find a perfect romance or western novel to read, I looked up and saw a gorgeous guy around my age, wearing a Naval flyers' uniform. He looked a little like that guy on 90210 who came on after I grew out of it, (don't ask me which one, since I stopped watching a year before their high school graduation, but I think the actor was also on The Heights.) See what Margaret, uh Ruthie, does to me! Aaron Spelling all over the place!
"You like westerns, huh?" 90210 said, smiling at me.
"Yes, I guess so," I smiled, half glancing down to the book in my hand and at him. I ran my hand through my long brown hair (which somehow grew overnight from really short to really long), titling my head to the side and keeping my beaming eyes on him. I winked, and he winked back.
He then recommended a western he read, but don't ask me anything about it. I was lost in his kind smile, dark sexy eyes and cute dimples. I felt my face get hot, and the hotness spread through my body. I wondered if he was just as hot as I was. An image came into my mind of him holding me tight and kissing my tender lips, causing me to bite my lower lip, fighting the feeling.
I don't know how he got there, but suddenly one of his friends showed up. "Hey, pal," the new navy soldier said. His eyes traveled over to me and he smiled lecherously (not sweetly like his friend), his eyes traveling slightly below my neckline. "Hello, sweet thing," he said to me. "Ensign Fergeson at your service." He gave a loose salute.
"First of all, look up when you're talking to me," I told him. I felt 90210's eyes doing the same, but the warm feeling inside me didn't want him to stop. "Ensign Fitzgerald--"
"Furgeson," 90210's friend corrected.
"Like I care," I said annoyed. "I'm not a thing. I'm a person. And, if you're at my service, I'd advise you to get lost."
He turned his head to his friend. "A feisty filly, isn't she, Bin--"
"And, I'm not a horse! I'd advise you to make like a tree and leave, if you know what's good for you."
"You don't know what you're missing, sweetie." With that said, Ensign Fergeson turned around and started to leave, and 90210 followed him. I pitched a book at Furgeson, which 90210 caught as he turned around to face me.
"Nice catch," I commented, noticing his roaming eyes which turned my body on fire.
"Thanks," he smiled. "I played ball at Annapolis."
"Really?"
He nodded. "Are you allowed to go to the Officer's Club tonight?"
"I don't think I have anything planned."
"Cool! I'll see you there."
"Come on!" Ensign Fergeson said impatiently. "We have to go on duty soon."
"What's your name?" he asked, walking backwards toward the door.
"Leia. McGillis," I said. "What's yours?"
"Forget it," Ensign Fergeson said. "She's probably old man McGillis's daughter."
"Maybe, I'm not," I lied (at least for this strange universe.)
"I'll see you tonight," 90210 said.
"But, what's--"
He replied as he was walking out the door, but I didn't hear his response.
Princess Leia had just found her Hans Solo.
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