A/N-I'll say right now that, yes emma. Andie's dress will be aqua. (: Also kids, in this chapter, Mitchel/Andrea fans get more than they bargained for. Wink wink...i'll leave it at that.
Disclaimer- I'm a thirteen year old girl. You actually think I own all of disney? Sheesh!
Chapter 7
"Feel the rain"
So there we were…walking, walking…walking. I had no clue where we were. I was depending on him to guide our way back home. Neither of us said a word the first five minutes, then we started talking about random things like…what flavor pizza we like, and…whether we like cheddar or custard better. I felt like a third grader. But this wasn't third grade. Both of us were insane, hormonal teenagers alone on a streetlight lit gravel road, the rocks crunching beneath our shoes.
I was shivering at the feel of the cold wind brushing against my bare shoulders. I was stupid to not bring a jacket while he did. I finally decided to speak again…only, this time it was a conversation real teenagers are supposed to talk about. "You know what I don't get about America?" I asked, trying my best to hide my accent, and talk like an american…but it's just so hard to say my 'R's right. He looked at me, and shoved his fingers in his jeans pockets. "What?"
I looked away from him for a moment, and shut my eyes…taking in the feel of being so far away from home, and not wanting to leave. "Why everyone tries so hard to be someone they're not."
He looked around then back at me. "Why don't you get that? It's just a popularity contest around here. That's all american teens really want. Popularity."
"Not where I come from," I rolled me eyes, then looked ahead of me as we walked. "Everyone back home is…obsessed with wanting to fit in with the queen, be royal, be rich, be a lady. That's what my dad wants me to be. Queen. And it sucks…cause I just want to be normal."
"Yeah, I guess I get what you're saying." He looked ahead of him, as well. I felt something wet hit the skin on the very top of my shoulder. I shook it off, then I felt one on the edge of my nose. I looked up. Dark gray clouds were circling above our heads, blending in with the black sky. I held out my left hand, and watched as a tiny wet rain droplet hit my palm. "Uh, Mitchel? I think the sky is crying."
"Huh?" He asked cluelessly, I rolled my eyes and dropped my hand down to my side. "It means it's raining, dickweed."
"Uh-oh." He said, just as the rain started pouring down on us, getting us both soaking wet. I had to yell over the sound of the rain splashing at our feet. "What do we do now?!"
He stalled for a moment, then grabbed my hand and jerked me away from where we were standing. We began running. "Mitchel, where are we going?!" I called, desperately trying to catch my breath. "You'll see!" He called.
We ran for about five minutes, getting drenched in cold earth water pouring out of smothering black clouds. I looked in the distance and saw an old cabin. I realized we were at…a campground?
"What are we doing here?!" I called above the thunder. He didn't answer, instead he and I ran upon one of the cabin's porches, and he opened the screen door and we both walked inside. It was a nice cabin. There were bunkbeds, hardwood floors, a dining kitchen, and a bathroom in the back. After he shook his hair out, making water pour all over me, I might add, he started ringing the bottom of his shirt out, causing water to pour to the ground. "This is where I went to camp." He answered me from before, taking off his jacket, then slinging it around my shoulders…he obviously noticed that I was shivering from the rain.
"We should stay here until the rain lets up." I suggested, he nodded in agreement, looking outside through the screen door. Still no change, just pouring down.
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It's been three hours, and still no change in the weather. "We're gonna die," I mumbled. He was standing in the corner playing with a paddleball. "Lighten up!"
"How the hell do you expect me to lighten up in a situation like this?" I asked, laying on the bed staring at the ceiling. He stopped and looked at me. "I meant the rain."
"Oh." I giggled. He began paddling again, and for about three minutes none of us spoke. I sat up suddenly. "We should play a game!" I suggested excitedly.
"Like what?" He stopped and came to sit next to me. "In jr. high, me and my boy- um, me and my friend, Joeseph played a game. It's like…telling the other person to do something. Like, 'kiss that pole', or 'bring me a soda'. Like that. It's a bit immature, but it makes time go by."
"Alright, uh…you…uh…" He stopped to think, looking around the room. Then he snapped his fingers. "See that pole over there? Give it a pole dance."
My jaw dropped. "Mitchel!" I yelled.
"Hey, it's your game." He said in defense, I groaned and got up. "Okay…" And I did it. Sorry, but I'd rather not go into detail.
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It's been two hours, the weather's still the same, and we're still playing the same game. Only, now…it's a bit more high school, if you know what I mean. All I can say, is that my heart was beating so fast, I thought it was gonna jump out of my chest. "Okay." He stared at me, then swallowed deeply. "It's your turn." I gulped and looked around the room, we were running out of things to do. I had to call for drastic measures. I got up close to him, and whispered in his ear, "Kiss me like an american girl." He wasn't even very shocked. The next thing I knew, my back was pressed against the wall, and he pinned my wrists next to my head.
He kissed me very deeply. Insanely, you might say. But I thought it was sweet. Now see, this is the kind of kiss every girl dreams about getting. Nice and romantic. He pulled his lips away and I opened my eyes. "See?" I gulped. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" I smiled. He laughed and let me go.
"Okay," I began, walking around. "Your turn. And I'm not giving anything else a special dance."
"Well, what about me?" He walked closer to me, causing me to back up. I crossed my arms. "Especially not you." I smiled.
I heard a bird chirp outside, and both of us looked out the screen door to see plenty of sunshine. "Looks like the rain's done." I said, then turned back to look at him. He asked me, "Does that make a difference?" I hesitated a moment, looking outside, then back at him. I grabbed him by his shirt collar, and pulled him ontop of me on the floor. "Not a chance," I smiled looking up at him. He kissed me again, his fingers interwining with mine, then running underneath my shirt, lightly touching the tanned skin underneath, and then running through my hair.
Want to know what happened next? Look it up on google.
A/N-Don't take what Andie just said literally. My friend was reading this chapter and when it was complete she actually told me to go look it up on google. Wow. Anyway, reviews would be nice. ;)
