Chester was bracing for impact. He mimicked Ino's reaction. He too, grabbed onto the arm rests and put weight into his heels. He watched Ino, worriedly. She close her eyes. Ino looked like she was having emotional distress. He was kept staring at her intently, wanting to find some way to ease the discomfort she was feeling.
He could not think of a single thing to help. It was too late to turn back and get off. He told her before the designated departure time that they could wait till Ino was feeling better or after she had the baby. It was really based off of whenever Ino felt she was ready to go. She insisted in going as soon as possible, after she was cleared by medical staff.
She could not take medication because of the pregnancy. The medication that normally would help Ino with motion sickness was recalled. It was considered unsafe for pregnant woman consumption. He started reminiscing about their past together. Chester and Ino, were married for a little under an Earth year, before they got the news of being approved to go to Zoltan.
Chester and Ino were surprised. They did not know why the process seemed faster for them. People who applied before them still were not approved, yet they got lucky. Ino wondered if it was because Chester came from a wealthy family? Did his family have connections? Did his father being a high ranking government official push them up the list of eligible persons? They did not know. All they knew, was that they were approved.
He met Ino a few Earth years ago, when he was traveling to compete in the next archery contest. All the contests were different. The one that they were headed to consisted of firstly standing in a row. Secondly, Archers were spaced 5 feet a part from each other. Third, They faced rows of lateral fences, that were various heights. Lastly, they took their aim and shot.
The fences were spaced out 25 yards apart, with the largest animals at the 100 yard mark. Each row had a different a mount of points for each kill. Animals were released into the stadium row by row.
The archers each had different colored arrows with flags on it, so that at the end of each contest, the kills could be counted and given to the archer with the highest number of points. Ino happen to be selling vegetables at the farmers market, where his family decided to stop the hover craft and refuel. His family took 30 minute breaks. Not because they wanted to, but because the Hover craft took 30 minutes to refuel.
"Someone should try and come up with a faster way to refill the vegetables fume tanks." Said Chester's dad chuckled, but still looked quite annoyed.
The hover craft had some pros and cons.
The pros outweighed the cons. Hover crafts are faster. They are better for the planet. Hover crafts only need to refuel after 1,000 miles or 1,609 km. The time it took to refuel gave extra time to shake off fatigue. There was more time to use the bathroom. Also, more time to eat. Just more time in general, unlike charging the old electric car. Another pro specifically for Chester was the fumes smelled so bad, that if he was gassy, he had something to place blame on. The only cons that Chester could pin point were the 30 Minutes to refuel and the fumes smelled putrid.
Chester yawned, while stretching his arms, and reaching towards the sky. He thought, he might as well check to see if his pits smell. He then raised his arms over his head and took a big whiff. He instantly started coughing. His body order was so strong, his face started turning red.
His eyes started watering from the stench. His lungs desperately heaved for fresh air. He heard laughing, not too far from where he was standing. He was looking left and right, and noticed a jalapeño stand.
It had fresh jalapeños, pickled jalapeños with different types of flavors, stuffed jalapeños, and even deep fried jalapeños.
He overheard the woman laughing. She looked like she was trying, so hard, to hold it in. Was that the ice breaker? He wanted to walk over and make some friendly conversation. He contemplated back and forth, whether he should or not.
He had the urge to shoot his shot and walk over. He wondered if he should buy something? He loved everything spicy. Should he ask how hot, her jalapeños were? Should He ask if they were hot enough to burn going in and when it made its way out? Then should he introduce himself? Maybe she likes funny guys? What is a good pick up line? He thought, he got it!
He decided to go with, my love for you is like diarrhea. I just can't hold it in! Yeah, That sounds great. It relates to jalapeños and she sells jalapeños. This has to be fools proof, he thought to himself. He could feel his hands starting to sweat. He rubbed them on his pants. He was trying to build himself up.
"I'm great. She will love me. Who wouldn't? I'm a good guy." He whispered nervously. He was getting filled with butterflies. They locked eyes. He was so focused on her. He tried to casually run his hand through his hair, but ended up just stabbing his eye with his fingers.
"Ah!" He shouted while squinting.
She started laughing hysterically. Did he just blow it? He wondered. Out of the corner of his good eye, he noticed his mom was watching. How much has she seen? Did she see the entire thing? He thought. His face was turning red. His mom was looked like The Grinch. She was grinning, from ear to ear, walking towards him and the vegetable stand.
He could not help it. He just kept staring at her, as if He could read what she was thinking by facial expressions. He locked eyes with Jalapeño girl. He wanted to look away, but He was drawn to her. She kept staring back at him. Was this a sign? Is she interested me? He wondered. He had not dated many girls, and has not been in the "game," for quite a while.
His Mom brought him back to reality, when she nudged him forward. It was as if the nudge was her way of saying, go get her. Mom ordered some food, from her. She told her to give it to me. Is she trying to help him or does she just want him to be her lackey? He questioned her actions, raising his eyebrows.
He went over to grab the hot order of fried jalapeños. He opened my mouth and a bunch of words just started spewing out, It was like word vomit.
He said, "Thank you! Diarrhea! Runs! Name!" He thought he had failed.
He looked down, to hide the shame. She must have got the impression he had a speech impediment, he thought. He wanted to just take the food and go.
A few seconds later, He heard, "You are welcome! Maybe Diarrhea! Walk! Ino, what's your name?"