12:05
"So…you've done this before?" Asks the short redhead girl timidly, her small hands tucked deeply away in her pockets. She steals a few glances at Hunter every other step, happy that the larger boy is too oblivious to notice. Although not a stranger to sex in any sense of the word, Allie always found herself very anxious when it came to perform the act. It was something that always bothered her previous boyfriends; from Tobie to Joey to Bry, and the many other guys and girls the '14-year-old girl would hit up whenever she was bored. She always regretted never going all in with Danny back when he was her conquest, but even she figured that there would be no hope in getting into the pirate fan's very sexually stunted pantaloons.
"No, actually, not really…to be honest I'm a bit nervous." Hunter replies, wording the last set of words with a stutter. He looks down at his watch, noting the time before looking back over in her direction. "You seem like you've got a nice butt though; probably even better than Ken's." These last words barely escape Hunter's lips, making Allie blush and look at him inquisitively. "Not that I'm gay or anything…I'm totally straight."
"Okay…Well tink' you, I'm half Mexican if you couldn't tell from my pale skin and red hair." Allie looks around the dining hall, her eyes shifting from the tables, to Pirate Cove, to the bathrooms with a sigh. "So…where do we do this?"
"Hmm…under a table?"
"Um…too many people."
"What about the bathrooms?"
"I've done it in the mall bathrooms once before…but no, not doing that again; last time I sat in pee."
"Okay well what do you think?"
"How about behind those curtains?" Allie asks, pointing to the barely-lit stage, focusing her attention on the white-starred, light purple drapes hanging on opposite sides of the platform.
"Sure, I guess it'd be like we're performing…heh" Hunter replies, looking down at the ground and shifting his bright red tennis shoes.
"Oh shush." Allie's face is almost as dark a red as her hair as she punches Hunter playfully in the arm, taking said arm and leading him onstage.
Hunter looks down at the floor, shy and unsure of himself before gazing deeply into Allie's dark brown eyes. The teens stare deeply into each other's look holes for what feels like hours, but in reality, is merely thirty seconds before they lean into one-another, Hunter's arms wrapping around her lower back as her palms grip his supple cheeks with astounding vigor. Within seconds, Hunter's lips are on Allie's tender, pale neck, his warm breath tickling her soft skin and making her squeeze his butt firmer before she pulls away.
"Not here in the open dummy!"Allie grabs hold of his hand and walks him behind the right-hand purple stage curtain. She takes said curtain into her hand, attempting to pull it forward to no avail. "It must be broken or something."
"Here, let me try." Hunter says, placing both hands on the surprisingly rough material and exerting all of his force in a vain attempt to close the drapes. "It must be mechanical or electric something."
"Well that's dumb." Allie pouts.
"We could just hide behind it." Shrugging, Hunter lifts Allie off the floor, only to be greeted by her tiny hands pounding against his back.
"Eeeep; put me down!" The redhead proceeds to slam her fists against the much larger boy's spine until he finally sets her back on the ground. Face red with anger, she punches Hunter in the face as hard as she can; huffing. "I hate being picked up idiot; don't do that again."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know…"
"It's fine, whatever, don't get like that."
"Like what?"
"You know…like that!" Allie touches her fingertips to Hunter's chin, punctuating her sentence by placing another kiss his rough lips; sliding her velvet tongue against his thick, lick organ. "I hate when Joey gets all mopey and depressed; don't do that. Nothing turns me off more than someone acting like a whiny baby; that's why he isn't here right now. I may be pushy, but I'd much rather have someone who'll take charge and not apologize all the time when it comes to sex; so like I said, don't be like Joey."
"Oh, okay." Hunter says, lost in thought until the meaning of all she had just said hits him. Grinning, he walks toward the small redhead and pins her against the wall; resting both of his hands against the cool surface behind her and holding her there. "So, are you ready?" The husky brunette asks, his warm breath brushing past Allie's barely-there earlobe as he steps out of his bright red shoes and fully presses her against the wall with his now-prominent bulge.
"O-okay…" The girl trails, losing herself in his piercing green eyes as his lips press to hers once more and he begins work on removing her light blue "Hello Kitty" T-shirt; turning to putty in his strong arms. Hunter touches his coarse tongue to her pillowly lips as if asking permission, which is of course hurriedly granted by hers; their tongues wrestling one another as her hands work at undoing his belt.
[Goddammit Tobie! I fucking told you to put arrows or a link or something to let us know when to skip the sex scene!
Dude, chill the fuck out, this is not the sex scene; if you would have stopped being such an ass and actually read further on then you would know that this is actually the end of this scene.
That had better be the fucking case, asshole! Just remember to put the goddamn arrows next time!
Yeah, whatever, sorry for the interruption guys; carry on with reading the story!]
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"I told you a mile ago; we're lost." Groans the very deep, drawn out voice of a lanky boy with light brown skin as he walks between a split tree, stepping on the center and looking around with his pocket flashlight in one hand. The boy shines the light behind him, turning his head only to feel something firm press against his back and shove him out of the tree. "Ah!"
An even taller, slightly rotund figure crouches down, holding out his hand to the boy. "Sorry about that George." He says, offering the boy his lightly tanned hand with a well-disguised satisfied smirk painted across his face; a slightly menacing gaze in his dark, almond eyes.
"You're good, it's fine." George says, accepting his friend's hand and climbing to his feet, dusting his shirt and pants off. "Still have the map LT?"
"Uh-huh." Remarks a dark-skinned girl with a bit larger build. She holds up a colorful two-foot sheet of paper, raising it towards the boys with a smile on her face; showing off her bright, pearly teeth.
"Mind if I take a look at it?" George asks, walking toward her and taking it; scanning the map through his thick glasses. "It looks as though we're going the right way."
"Hmm, let me look at it." The Asian boy plucks the paper from George's hand, glancing at every corner before flipping it around. "Gosh darn it, you guys had the map upside-down." Although successfully keeping a calm, cool demeanor on the outside, the boy's mind is bursting with obscenities. Isaac never fully understood why he chose to hang out with these 'friends' of his, especially when Danny, or more likely, Tobie was not around; since they were almost entirely his friends. Surrounded by goddamn imbeciles! "Who has the compass? We're supposed to be heading North-West."
The boy looks to LT and George, both returning his perplexed expression.
"Neither one of you guys have it?" Isaac asks, his patience obviously well tested at this point as he brings his face into his palm.
"No, we have it; sorry we got a bit side tracked at the creek." Says a rather tall girl with lush, neck length dark red hair, which has been pulled back into a ponytail; stepping out of the shadows, she holds up a rather small, silver compass. Behind her stand three other teens: a rather short, scrawny boy with glasses as dark as his skin, carrying an incredibly cumbersome backpack, and a rather debilitating limp, a tall girl with long, ashy brown hair in a dark grey hoodie, and an average-sized girl with long, flowing, black hair with auburn highlights at the ends, big hazel brown eyes that melt you with one look.
[ATTENTION: The writer of this story took this moment to gag at the sheer sappiness, that Keanu forced him to implement, of the description above; he had a heart attack and is currently being resurrected by Burning Stone's finest witch doctor Tak and his incredible power of Juju. For the time being, you are all stuck with me; Danny! Seriously Keanu, you killed Tobie.]
"Beau…why do you have the compass?" Isaac sighs, walking toward her and taking it from the redhead's hand, scanning both the map and compass.
"Well...it is my compass." The redhead now identified as 'Beau' answers, scratching her head and adjusting her light blue glasses. "Besides, George seemed pretty intent on holding onto the map."
"No matter, looks like we've been going the right way this whole time; even with you two holding the map upside-down." The Asian boy says this with a severe groan, setting the compass in the middle of the map and folding it back up, handing it to Beau. As the boy turns around to continue in their previous direction, the long beam of yellow light stemming from the black rod in his hand dies out; everyone present going rigid in the sudden darkness. Isaac shakes the flashlight in his hand three times, turning the head on and off over and over to no avail. "Andrew, please tell me that you at least remembered the back-up batteries."
"Yeah hold on." The boy with the limp says, spinning the big blue bag off of his back and unzipping it. After moments of rooting around in the backpack he wrenches his hand free, dropping the bag to the floor and limping his way over to the husky boy; holding them out for him.
"Thank you." Isaac says cheerily, unscrewing the bottom of the small flashlight and shaking the dead batteries out; shoving them into his pocket for other potential projects. He slips the new batteries into the light, screwing the bottom back onto the cylinder and clicking it on.
[Goddammit Danny, you're being far too descriptive with this shit; this is why you don't write! Look, I'm back from the dead, thanks again for that Keanu, and back to narrating/writing the story. Now, if they haven't already stopped reading from being constantly pulled out by our narrative bickering, let's get back to allowing them to follow the story.
Fine.]
"There we go." Isaac says, turning around and 'accidentally' shining the light in the eyes of his friends. Beau, the girl in the grey hoodie, Andrew, and the overly-described girl above all instinctively shield their eyes from the intensive light that is now penetrating the darkness. "Sorry."
"You're fine." The girl in the hoodie says in her crisp British accent, rubbing her eyes and allowing them to adjust to the light. "So this 'Fazbear's Pizza thing is a big deal over here or something?" She asks with a yawn, not asking anyone in particular.
"Yeah, a bit." George murmurs in his slow, drawn out voice. However, before the boy can continue, Isaac interrupts him.
"Spare the explanations until we get there please, we can't have any more distractions if we are to make it there."
"Didn't anyone tell you about it before?" The girl with auburn highlights whispers, one hand on her hip.
"No, all I know is that Tobie had his grandma fly me all the way out here to help with some sort of prank…I thought it sounded weird too; but it was apparently important enough…"
"It is." Pipes LT, a bit of unease in her voice. "Hate to say it, but Michael deserves everything coming to him."
"I see…it's nothing too harsh is it?"
"It's as harsh as he deserves." Isaac says, rolling his eyes and stepping over a twig. "Right Andrew?"
The short boy looks at his friends a little uneasily before flashing them his off-white teeth in an approving smile.
"Definitely, he really does deserve all of it, as they have said. He has screwed up all of the chances I had with Chloe. I mean seriously, who interrupts someone's date to ask if either person has ever thought of 'fornication'?"
"Or hitting on every girl within a foot radius, asking to take their picture, and getting upset when they say no." LT chimes this part in quietly, as it is fairly uncommon for her to really voice much of an opinion in any matter, much less a negative one on such an infuriating topic. She plays with the gold ring on her left index finger, coughing a bit before continuing. "I mean, he wouldn't be as bad if he had better social skills…or was more accepting of other people…or didn't smell like shit…or wear a diaper."
"No, he would, because those are not even the worst parts of the guy. Dude literally embodies three of the worst traits a person can have: desperate sexual predator, overly religious right wing zealot, and totally ignorant jerk. Danny and I were in the school library discussing the topic of Romans throwing Christians to the lions, when he comes to us from all the way across the room to tell us that, not only did Romans not feed Christians to lions, but that Christians have never been persecuted in the entirety of history." Isaac's uncharacteristic rage builds with every word he says; very quickly reaching a point of him needing to take a breath to cool down before continuing. " You may recognize this as the exact opposite of what every insane Christian says whenever defending their religion. Seriously, when is the last time a Christian warrior passed up a chance to use their 'oppressed' past to make others feel bad and listen to the 'victims' of history?"
Beau clears her throat
"I still don't like the idea of it, but I guess I don't have as big a problem with it if he is as bad as you all say." A severe chill runs down Beau's spine as the cool wind blows past them. The girl reaches into the pocket of her slim blue bell-bottom jeans, pulling out a small blue leather book with the words "Inspirational Quotes" written in gold across the center. She flips the book open to near the center, scanning the page briefly and letting out a relieved sigh before placing it back into her pocket; a soft smile slowly growing across her face. It wasn't much in the way of comfort, but it at least made the 'spooky' vibe of the woods that much more bearable. "You guys know that if we were like millionaires we could use one of those mobile phones for directions."
"Yeah, but we aren't millionaires." George comments bluntly, in his dull, dry voice, apparently not getting the hilarious joke.
"I was just kidding."
"Oh, right; that makes sense." George begins walking slower in an attempt to match up with Andrew. Upon doing this he leans into the much shorter boy's ear. "So, Andrew, you ask LT out yet?"
"Huh? No dude, I told you I don't really like her that way." Confusion emanates from the boy; this is not the first time George has attempted pairing him with someone from their group of friends; hell, it may as well have been the billionth time he's tried matchmaking anyone, friend or otherwise. Andrew had hoped that with the newest additions to their posse: Beau, Lily, and Ashleigh, that George would relax a bit on trying to set he and LT up, but with Ashleigh heading home after the weekend, Lily already dating someone, and Beau not even going to their school with them, it wasn't likely. Plucking his black frames from his head, breathing on them, and wiping them on his shirt, Andrew looks back at George with a sigh. "Look dude, I know your heart is in the right place, but I'm just not interested in her in that way."
"That's fine, you guys would make a good couple though." George says a little disheartened. "I'm sorry man."
And now I feel like an asshole…great. "It's fine dude, no need to apologize."
"No dude, I'm really sorry if I bothered you too much with it."
Ugh, dammit. "It's fine man, look if it means a lot to you, I could try to ask her out after this." What the? How did that happen?
George's face contorts to an incredibly cheesy grin as he pats Andrew on the back. The shorter boy rolls his brown eyes, still confused on his reasoning for changing his mind on asking LT out.
"Good call man." George looks up, coughing a bit before strolling towards LT; leaving Andrew behind.
"Seriously, how the hell does he do it?" Andrew sighs one final time before popping his neck and looking down at his watch. Hopefully we get to the pizza place soon. They had better have a working phone, and Michael had better not have left by the time we get there. "Ah!" Andrew comes crashing to the ground with a large "thud". The boy looks toward his legs to find that his shoelaces have become snagged on an upturned root. "Hold up guys, kind of stuck here."
Lily and Beau turn around to help the boy up before rushing to catch up with Isaac, LT, Ashleigh, and George. The faint hum of a car's engine can be heard far off in the distance, coupled with the light chuckle of the shadowy figure leaning against the hood of a dark purple Sedan.
