-1Chapter One
"Hey, Darren!" Shouted Gavner. I groaned I really couldn't be bothered getting into a debate about whether rabbit or bats taste nicer.
"Hey there," I sighed. To be honest these past couple of days, I hated the sight of him, his face with all his scars and his slightly bent nose. He's so hot, but I can't have him and it drives me mad, so I try and fool my self into thinking that I hate him and it just doesn't work. Maybe if it were just me and him I could make a move, but what with Larten being here too…I need a plan, something on the lines of feeding Larten to a bear and make out there was nothing that could be done and then get it on with Gavner, while pretending to be sad.
While out hunting for our next meal, I kept a look out for bears but didn't see any. But then I thought to my self, if I had the bear how would I get it to eat Creps?
While weighing up my options and deciding that maybe the best route to take would be to simply stab Larten in his sleep and throw him in a nearby river, I felt a shadow over me, it was the retched Creps with that gleeful smirk on his face.
"More soup Darren?" he asked.
"Why, yes please, Larten," I replied, "And while you're at it, old chum, put the kettle on."
"Is anything the matter Darren dear?"
Omg Mr Crepsley called me dear…do you think he has the hots for me… I better just play it cool.
"Oh you know, just the old hunting wound working up…I'll just walk it off for a while," I explained.
Yeah way to go Darren, you didn't at all play it cool. At that thought I bashed my head against a near by tree, I don't know why, but I just had that urge, like you do.
While I was walking off my non-existent wound, I could hear the concerned mutterings of Gavner and Larten.
"He seems to think he's an English duke or something…he's even bought himself a top hat and cane…" Larten said.
"Oh how concerning…" Gavner exclaimed. Gavner's concerned about me! YEAH!!!
"A couple of days sleep will do the boy good don't you think?"
"Yeah, as soon as we get to the nearest way station" Gavner suggested.
Hmm…maybe he thinks the next way station will be good for … intercourse… I agree with him there…wait I hate him…the bastard! I want to suck…rip his head off. I wonder what Gavner will look like in a French made suit, very kinky…stop it Darren, you fool, your talking about the guy you hate the most in the world.
I decided to go back to the camp, I couldn't hear them muttering anymore, but when I did I was in for a big surprise.
Mr Crepsley and Gavner were playing strip poker and did not invite me, how rude.
"Erm…Darren, this is not what it looks like…we…we…erm…were getting changed for bed and a pack of cards fell out of my pocket. Yeaaah!" he stuttered.
"What he is trying to say, if the reason we didn't invite you is that, we thought you were emotionally too young to play and we only have 25 cards. And you were walking off you 'hunting wound'" covered Gavner.
"Save it for the judge!" I screamed and stormed to my tent, appalled at the atrocity that had just taken place before my very eyes.
While I was in my tent, I remembered what Gavner had looked like naked…how he had a scar across his chest, and forgetting about how I hated him I had a little day dream about me, Gavner somewhere alone together, just the two of us. I HATE GAVNER!!! God…my mind can be confusing sometimes.
I was nearly asleep, I was counting sheep and had got to 922 and I always fall asleep at 1000, it's a rule, although Mr Crepsley and Gavner whispering … giggling had kept me awake. Anyway, when I was nearly asleep, Gavner kind of knocked on my tent which was weird as it is fabric.
"Psssst!! Darren, do you have a minute?" he said in a stage whisper.
"No! Go away!" I replied and turned over in a huff.
"But Darren I need to tell you something…" he muttered.
"Fine," I groaned, "Come in."
Gavner unzipped my tent and crawled inside. He lay beside me and I could feel the warmth of his body.
"Where's Larten?" I inquired.
"He's having a wash in a river…we got a bit messy…" Gavner admitted, going red. "And anyway," he quickly changed the subject, "Since when have you called him Larten?"
"Recently, I have felt that I am not treated like the adult I am. Although I still look like a child I am not and I deserve more respect - why should I call him Mr Crepsley, no-one else does!" I explained.
"That's what I came in to talk to you about." he smiled "We saw the hurt in your eyes and decided, that you can join our little night antics…would you like that Darren?"
I felt a flush of pride - I was finally being asked to join in with the 'adult' games…although it would be a bit weird playing them with Larten, I just had to accept that fact. But if there was some way to drug Creps and then it would be just swell.
"I'LL JOIN…I'll join you happily" I informed Gavner.
"Good, good," Gavner nodded. "Now… do you want to practice before Larten returns?"
"Yes."
"Well since we only have 25 cards, because someone, not naming any one…Larten…ate the cards, we kind of made a little card game up."
I understood completely what Gavner was telling me.
"Gavner, Gavner, oh young Gavner," I sighed, "You have much to learn, but don't worry. I will help."
"What?" Gavner frowned, "I've been playing these games since 1842. How have I got much to learn may I ask?"
"Well you need 51..."
"52" interrupted Gavner.
"…Cards to play a card game, you fool…but I will help old chum"
"Look, Darren, stop being so cocky or I will change my mind about this whole thing." he was getting annoyed now. Time for the WILD CARD!
"I'm…I…I'm sorry" I admitted. Although I didn't really mean it, it was all a lie just so I could be involved in these 'Games'.
"Well to play this game we get 5 cards each, leaving 10 cards in the middle." Gavner began, but I started crying.
"Darren? Darren what's the matter, is there anything you want to talk to me about?"
"It's just…Annie was 10. Once upon a time…" I broke down in a fit of tears. "But…there's something else that's been on my mind lately too…" I admitted.
"You can tell me anything, Darren," Gavner comforted. Aww bless his cotton socks.
"The thing I want to know most is…" I stopped could I really tell him my feelings? "I don't know what your shoe size is"
"10, you don't need to get your self worked up about my shoe size…come here you baby" he said as he embraced me. I breathed in his musky scent and sighed happily. Nothing could burst my bubble. Nothing!!!
Oh the irony, the sweet, sweet irony, for as I was thinking that my bubble was indeed burst. As for that thing, that awful retched ugly thing burst in to my tent…naked.
"Has anyone seen my underwear? I have seemed to miss placed them" asked Crepsley.
"Erm…sorry I'm wearing them" answered Gavner.
"Well do you mind giving me them back?" demanded Crepsley. At that note Gavner dropped me and went outside my tent.
"See you tomorrow, squirt" Gavner sang cheerfully, and the two went into Creps' tent…why??? Just as things were going my way, this happens!!!
