Well here goes a first attempt at fan fiction. Leave me a review or something, yeah? :)
"Who's ready for beach fun?" Beck announces as we enter the familiar door to Beck's RV. The only difference this time is that it's filled with all of the people we call our friends. Andre, the dreadlocked wonder is here, following Vega around with puppy dog eyes as is usually the case. Speaking of whom, her insufferable sister invited herself along and is complaining in the background about some no trivial matter, no doubt. Robbie and Cat are also there in the background as usual. I notice Beck's gaze linger on the younger Vegas sister for a few seconds longer then it should. I'd hit him or something, but it's just not worth the hassle. The fire of our passion is but an ember these days.
"Beck, this RV is so cool" Trina gushes, looking for his approval or something. I don't know, why would I care enough to think about her motives in any detail?
"Oh, thanks" He offers politely, his interest in her seemingly as minimal as my own. Undeterred, she presses on wither the conversation.
"And you like live in this?"
"Yeah, well parked in my parent driveway" He replies in a dull voice. He sounds a little like me I muse, I guess it's true what they say about couples picking up each others habits. Before I can get much further with my thoughts I hear the voice of Rex cut through the air abruptly.
"At least you have parents" I wonder to myself what he could mean by that. The look on Shapiro's face as he screams that some things are private say it's not Rex who is the one missing parents. As little as I care about him, I can't help but feel sorry for the dork.
"I know" Rex replies mournfully as the rest of the group moves on, forgetting the outburst as soon as it's over. Who knew I would be the only one to even remotely give a shit about the mental problems of Robbie Shapiro. Their mindless chatter in the background about Fat Biscuit the weight losing rapper is so inane I wonder whether it is lowering my IQ just by being around it.
"Hey" Comes the voice of the person who irritates me the most of everyone in the RV, Vega.
"What?" I snap, both annoyed that I have to talk to Vega and that she's making goo goo eyes at Beck still. Not that I really care, it's just the principal of the matter.
"Does it worry you that you never sweat?" She really does ask the most idiotic questions. I don't sweat, so what? She doesn't have a brain, do I question her on that constantly?
"No" I answer as simply as possible, hoping that she'll get the message and just leave me alone. But no, there's that stupid smile on her face. She thinks she's goading me with some clever mind game, she's really not. She's just an irritating distraction.
"But what if one day, all your sweat like builds up inside and you just explode" I want to slap her, did she take biology in school at all? Any basic form of science at all should have been enough to prevent this stupidity.
"I would love that" I reply, glaring back at her. She looks confused or a annoyed. Either will do just fine as long as she leaves, which much to my elation, she does.
Everyone seems ready to leave, sounds good to me. If we're outside, the options for escape are greatly expanded.
Beck has fallen into conversation with Andre about some new film they're writing together and the two have already left, Beck telling me he'll meet me in a while. Whatever, I came to cool down, not to socialize. Cat and Vega squared have already left as well, leaving just me and Shapiro in the RV.
"Well? Shouldn't you be going" I state, glaring at him and then towards the now shut door of the RV. He looks at me, quivers a bit, looking like a shaking leaf before he seems to steel himself and glares back.
"Why don't you leave?" He states plainly, sounding almost like a man. It's at that point I realize he isn't wearing his swimming trunks yet like the others were. I guess that explains the new found bravado. He's more comfortable standing up to the meanest girl in school then having to get changed in a public place. That is one self conscious kid.
"No" I say plainly, nothing more needs to be said. He's quivering again, that resolve which had been so strong for the last...oh, twelve seconds, fading fast. How predictable.
"C'mon..." He whines, looking at me strangely as he stomps his foot slightly, looking every bit the petulant child.
"Look Shapiro, I over slept" I huff, maybe a quick lie will make him leave "I need to get changed in here too" I'm not changed but that's not the reason. Having to stay behind and get changed was my excuse to "lose" the others and spend some time alone for a while before finding them.
"Jade..." He starts, before sighing and turning to leave "I'll just wait outside and change after you, ok?" He says, reaching for the door handle which will finally allow me some alone time...hang on, wait? No no no, that screws everything up.
"Ugh, no. You go first, you leave." I say glaring at him "I don't want to take my shirt off and turn around to see your face through the window or something..." I feel a little harsh so inferring he's a peeping tom, but whatever, he's probably heard worse.
"Whatever" He laments, looking tired. An expression that looks foreign on his face which is usually so animated.
"Fine" Something in the look on his face makes me feel a little wounded, but I don't let it show. Showing weakness around a bleeding heart like Shapiro would just be inviting trouble. Brushing past him I shove the door casually. When it rebounds off something metal on the other side and closes again, just one thing comes to mind...
"Shit."