Day 42

Polk was doing push-ups when I entered Kyle's room. Kyle didn't greet me because he was focusing on his friend and counting the reps. Tripoli raised her brows as she took a peek away from her boyfriend to check her phone. "One minute!" she yelled.

When Tripoli noticed me, she smirked. "I'm about to win some ice cream."

"What?" I asked in confusion.

"TIME!" Tripoli screeched, causing Kyle to quit his count and look at me. "How many, Kyle?" asked Tripoli.

Kyle's eyes snapped away from me as he closed his eyes for a moment before saying, "Twenty-two."

"Ha!" she said as she pointed at her boyfriend, who was still on the floor catching his breath. "I told you challenging me on push-ups was a stupid idea. Military brats unite!" She jumped once in the air while Polk shook his head, even though to disapproval wasn't reflected on his face.

Polk finally said, "You're a machine, Tree."

Kyle and I locked eyes again as I asked him, "What did I just walk into?"

"Well, Polk and Tripoli needed a counter for their love quarrel so I was the counter." Kyle shook his head as he turned to his friend. "I told you, you were going to lose."

Tripoli stopped her winners dance as her jaw dropped. "That's what I said too before we even came here to settle it!"

"How much did you do and what was the timeframe?"

Tripoli said, "Five minutes. I did Sixty push-ups but I'm out of practice." The whole room went silent after that.

"It's like you don't even hear how amazing you are, Tree," said Polk in awe.

"Aw, that's so sweet!" Tripoli squealed as she jumped on Polk. Her legs wrapped around his waist. "I already know I'm amazing though," she added.

I walk towards Kyle's bed with card in hand. "Hey! Separate or I will find a hose to spray you walking hormones with!" yelled Kyle.

Tripoli sighed as she unlocked lips with Polk, making them both pout. She also untangled herself from her boyfriend as she said, "Well, it's not like you have been getting any action lately, Kyle."

"Wanna bet?" Kyle asked Tripoli.

I smacked Kyle in the shoulder with my hand. Tripoli's eyes widened as she looked between Kyle and I. "SERIOUSLY?!" she answered.

While Polk answered at the same time, "RESPECT!"

Tripoli followed up her shock with, "Renata, you can do so much better."

"I know," I replied.

Polk and Tripoli snickered at that while Kyle narrowed his eyes at me. "My card?" he asked me coldly. Rolling my eyes I hand the birthday card with a big 42 on it with black lines Criss crossing all over the place.

"This looks interesting," said Kyle as he traced a finger over one of the criss crossed lines before opening his card. "You and your family go on a zip-lining adventure in Costa Rica."

Kyle nodded his head in approval. "I can actually get behind on this one, Renata."

Polk walked towards us with his phone in his hands. "Oh my God, I just heard my friend Kyle Matthews agree with somebody. This moment will forever be recorded in hi--"

"No papparazzi allowed," said Kyle as he shielded himself with his bed sheet. "Do you want me to sick one of the nurses on you?"

"Please, this doesn't violate Hippo--"

"Hipp-a, Tripoli--"

"Whatever policy, Kyle. It's not like there's sensitive medical information being filmed," Tripoli said with narrowed eyes.

"Am I not sensitive medical information?" asked Kyle with a smirk.

Tripoli sniffs the air and heads towards the door. "No, you're an asshole who doesn't deserve, Renata. Obviously!"