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Chapter 1: In Which We Meet The Characters, Or Otherwise Known As The Prologue

"Lets go camping," she says.

I give her a deadpan look, "Really? Are you sure about that?"

"Yeah! It'll be fun! We'll drive near the coast and get a cabin (should probably reserve that now though). Don't worry, it won't really be camping. More like one of those semi-roughing it places where there's a community of cabins that you can rent for like a week. Let's do that!" She was getting more and more excited as she went on.

"I suppose, though I can't leave for too long. Most of my patients only let me see them and if I miss our sessions, like I promised not to, they might clam up and I'll have to start all over again!" And I really don't want it to come to that…

"Fine, we'll be gone for three days, is that good? The weekend and either all of Friday or all of Monday. Which one?"

"Monday, I hate Mondays. I swear all my bad luck accumulates during the week and is let loose on Mondays. I'd prefer not to be at school then… Plus there's a test that I have on Friday."

"Of course."

"Wow… you packed everything, but the kitchen sink. Even for you, this is kind of over the top, don'cha think?" It was early in the morning, early enough that I hadn't had my mandatory two cups of coffee and so I was groggy and my words were slurring only slightly.

"Yep!" So proud.

"Where's the coffee and the coffee maker?" I needed coffee to function, I really did. Plus the migraines when I don't get it… not pleasant.

"Uhh…" She deflated a tiny bit before mumbling, "I knew I forgot something!" Then she raced past me, into the house, and came back a couple minutes later with the coffee machine carefully packed, four mugs, a handful of random teas (which probably weren't as random as it seemed), and a good amount of hot chocolate mixes.

"You get the cooler and bag of foodstuff packed either?" I drawled in my lazy way, as usual. Most likely the reason my words sounded so slurred in the morning before coffee, my mouth couldn't get my normal drawl exactly right so it got muddled up… Oh well.

"No, but you get to help me with that!" She headed back to the house and saw I wasn't coming yet, "Hurry it up Cripple!"

"Shut it Bitch! It takes a while for me to get anywhere with these damn crutches!" We are best friends, we really are, I promise. And because I had recently screwed up my knee bad enough to need crutches (dislocated kneecap) she calls me Cripple and/or Gimpy. Lovely huh? But it's ok, because I normally call her Bitch or I just don't address her by a name in general, pronouns help a lot with that. The current name is a little better than being called Sammich or Smalls, so…

I crutch my way into Sarah's house and stand in awe at how clean it is, it's never this clean. "Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?"

She gives a sarcastic little laugh, "Funny, Sam. My mom came yesterday 'for just a visit to my sweet, dear child'. Hmph, 'sweet, dear child' my arse!" By this point she had a gloomy air about her so, as her best friend, it is my duty to cheer her up.

"Yeah, your mom has always been a neat freak… One that doesn't particularly like me, you still remember that summer when she wouldn't let you see me at all 'til school started up again? That sucked."

"Yeah. But you're still not getting out of packing food for playing the sympathetic/pathetic friend/Cripple." She lightly smirked.

"Damn it!" She glared at me.

"Darn it?" We both smile and almost-yell at the same time, "Bummer!"

"Good times, good times." She says after our laughter at the age-old joke is brought up, once again, from high school.

"Lets get cracking!" I sigh.

"If we must." Even though I despise packing of any kind, she manages to make me do it. In fact, she manages to make me do it and have fun while doing it… The little bugger!

~*~*5 hours later*~*~

"Done!" I cried at the same time Sarah tripped over my crutch innocently lying there and face-dived into a conveniently placed couch… Ah, such is life, or as the French would say C'est la vie!

"And I thought I was supposed to be the clumsy one, being the Cripple and all." Cue trademark sly smirk from your's truly.

"Shut it Sammich!"

"Damn it."

"You know, for a psychologist you sure cuss a lot." I sigh at this.

"Yes I know, and you know that I've been trying to break the habit since 8th grade. So far I don't cuss at work, and I guess that's all that really matters, ne baka-kouhai?"

"No! We are not starting this again! I refuse to listen to you speak to me in languages I don't understand!"

"Fine, ruin all my fun… Hoi! Can I insult random passer-bys in Japanese?"

"Go for it, but you've got to translate for me when I ask, ok?"

"Sweet!"

"And people think she's the mature one…" My bestest friend in the whole wide world muttered under her breath, just loud enough that I could hear.

"I love you too!"

"Let's go, we're done. And I'm driving!"

"Fine, its not like I would want to anyway. You're the one that has to stay up now, I get to sleep a bit." C'est la vie… I smile at my train of thoughts. Yes, such is life.

"Damn it!"

"Ha ha sucker!"

"Whatever, just get your crippled ass in the car."

"Bloody yank!" I mutter under my breath as she follows behind, carrying the rest of the bags to her bright, apple red Jeep Cherokee that one of our friends had named Scarlet… Good times, good times.

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