Jonathon and His Camels
"Evelyn come on!!" Rick called into the tent.
Evie poked her head out and scowled. "I told you once O'Connell and I'll tell you again! I'm not leaving without ALL of my books!" Rick O'Connell shook his head, "Evie, how many so you have exactly…?" She looked preoccupied. "Well, I don't really know…" "Well! That's just bloody great!!" Yelled her brother Jonathan from his camel. "Look, we were supposed to leave at least an hour ago Evie!! Would you get your arse on the camel!?" Evie blushed and glared at him at the same time, no easy thing to do, Rick thought.
"I am taking my time brother dearest. Now fi you'll excuse me…" she pooped back into the tent and both men sighed. They had been traveling with each other for weeks now, since the 'mummy incident' as Evie called it.
Rick shook his head, remembering the kiss they had shared as they rode off into the sunset. Well, then it had gotten dark and then the kiss was well…it had ridden off into the sunset along with them and then it had disappeared. No kiss yet, since then. Romance gone, mummies to protect Evie from, O'Connell was rendered helpless. The most he could do was try to help her with her things, and even then she called him sexist…*hmm. No pleasing these girls.*
"Gels are a bit hard to understand eh ol' chap?" Said Jonathan from camel, reading his mind. Rick nodded as a book bag was pulled out from under one of the tent poles that kept it up. That kept it up…The tent collapsed and Evie uttered a muffled scream, while Jonathan and Rick broke into hysterical laughter.
A frazzled and angry British woman emerged from the tent, holding an ancient Egyptian book. "OOOH!!!" Rick was beginning to expect those ooh's. They came whenever she was mad. And that was quite a lot…
She stormed out of the campsite, leaving them to pack her things and the tent.
"Aw, don't be mad ol' mum!" Called Jonathan jokingly after her.
Rick grinned. "I'll go get her, you can pack up the things…"
"Oh yes, well, gee! That's just bloody wonderful of you! I'll pack up the things, the stoopid books!! While you go grab the intelligent woman!! Well, actually that's not such a bad deal, but still that's not the bloody point…" Jonathan's voice drifted off as Rick went farther and farther away form the campsite. "Evelyn! Where are you? We're sorry we didn't help you. All right?" He yelled desperately.
"You don't have to shout so loud."
Commented a quiet voice from behind him.
She was beautiful. Not just pretty beautiful, but harem desert dancer beautiful. All her shouting had made her cheeks red and there was a fire in her eyes he just couldn't place. She shifted uncomfortably on the rock she was perched on,
"Hello Rick. I suppose you've come to take me back now and tell em I'm a naughty child for running off." She scowled and Rick sighed.
"Yes then. Absolutely. Bad Evelyn. Bad, bad, bad." He said dryly, coming to sit by her on the rock. Suprisingly she smiled, a fiendish, beautiful smile, which almost sent Rick off the deep end. "Well, maybe I want to be…" She purred and he felt her soft lips on his for the third time.
*This can be a good thing.*
Jonathan threw the book into the bag. "GIVE ME A GAWDAWFUL BREAK!!!" He screamed. The camel looked uninterested and he turned to face it. "OH THAT'S NICE! WOULD YOU LIKE TO HELP ME??!!" He could almost see the camel raising it's eyebrow.
Jonathan stormed off to find Evie and Rick and...Well, did. "OH, this is just peachy!! You two kiss on the rock and God knows what else while I have to clean everything up!!?? Why that's just bloody great!! Absolutely bally swell!!" Well Jonathan had gone off yelling Evie and Rick had gone at it again.
Back to the camels.
