Hello! This fanfiction is purely for amusement and isn't related to any other fanfiction I've written so far. It's just a bit of fun to be had and is dedicated to my friends who know who they are ;)
Please enjoy! I only own what's mine!
"In the middle of the night, I go walking in my sleep," -Billy Joel, River of Dreams
"Let's play Shoot, Shag, or Marry."
No one really remembers who suggested the game, but thank goodness they did, otherwise they wouldn't have been placed in the path of four familiar hobbits. The six girls present at the sleepover were all, to be blunt, nerds.
The youngest present was Rachael, a constantly smiling, incredibly cat-like being with long golden blonde hair and delicately pale skin. Currently, she was sprawled under her blanket in the back of the ten-person tent. To her right (understandably picking her spot between her friend and the food table) was Amanda. She was fair-skinned and had shoulder length light brown hair. She's the type of person you'd plan invading Russia in the winter with, though she wouldn't necessarily develop the most…capable plan. Cocooned in her sleeping bag on the left side of the tent was Shealyn, a light-skinned girl with frizzy brown hair who was seldom unaccompanied by a smile. She's the type of girl who would find the errors in Amanda's invasion plan, but could also weigh in morals and persuade people to think a certain way even if she, herself, didn't think that way. Lying near the entrance of the tent was silvery-blonde haired mini-genius, Rebekah, who was no doubt in the run for Valedictorian. However, come the subjects of Harry Potter or Percy Jackson, one could speak with her in animated discussions. The eldest and hostess of their fine group was stretched out beside Rebekah—Abby. She was exceedingly pale with a very freckled face as well as short, dark blonde hair and would go along with Amanda and Shealyn's invasion plan because she believed it could work if they tried. Lastly, in the corner of the circle between Abby and Rachael was Julia. She was more tan than any other in the group and was incredibly muscular despite only playing soccer for one season.
The six of them lay awake at one-forty in the morning, bonded by mutual insanity and tastes in fandoms.
"Rachael," Abby called with a devious glint in her eye. "Shoot, Shag, or Marry: Frodo, Merry and Pippin."
Rachael sent her the traditional 'I'm going to kill you' look. No one knows how, but the one who often caused the most frustration in the game (coughcoughAbbycoughcough) somehow managed to avoid shagging an animal or building. Don't ask.
"What time is it?" Amanda asked while Rachael thought about her dilemma.
"Close to two." Rebekah replied.
Shealyn's head appeared out of her cocoon upon hearing Julia stand up and stumble toward the tent's entrance. "Are you getting water?" She asked, referring to the Igloo container they had placed outside. Julia nodded. "Get me some, please!"
Julia groaned in mock annoyance, but took the proffered cup as she stepped outside.
Her terrified scream made the others jump in surprise. They looked to Abby, as if saying without words: I'm comfy, you're hostess, we elect you to check it out.
She rolled her eyes and headed out. Seconds later, they were greeted with her shout of: "OH, SHIVIC!" Concerned, the remaining four found enough care to check on the other two and slowly, they came out of the tent.