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Okay! So, here is numbah eight, hope you enjoy.
This one's got fluff. :3
The name's Ashlyn. Chap. 8
Out of nowhere, the door creaked open.
What the heck?
"What are you kids doing? It's after nine! Lights out!"
"Sorry Mr. Pendancski, lost track of time." Mumbled Trent.
"Well, don't let it happen again. 'Night." Pendanceski said as he flipped off the light switch.
A chorus of mumbles and grunts sounded throughout the tent, as my newfound friends and I crawled into our cots.
Closing my eyes I thought of the days events. And the nights.
Smirking, I shifted in the rock hard bed that I was to sleep in for the next four years.
Great. I'd be more comfortable sleeping on the floor with all the rattlesnakes and cockroaches.
I sighed and tried to relax.
Soft snores rippled around the room as my tent mates slumbered.
Aww.
What seemed like hours, but was probably only around twenty minutes passed before I was startled out of my forced sleeping state by a whisper by my ear.
"Ashlyn. Wake up. I have an idea."
"Gregory? I mumbled.
"Yeah."
"What do you want?" I said softly.
"Do you wanna push our beds together? It gets cold here at night and I thought you'd be warmer if you with me." He said, his tanned face smirking in the little moonlight of the room.
I smiled and sat up. I pecked his cheek once before slowly pushing the end of the cot towards his bed.
Suddenly, a loud, high-pitched shriek echoed around the tent.
I froze, listening for any movement from the other boys.
Silence.
I let out a breath that I was holding, and continued sliding the cot.
Every once in a while, a little squeak would come from the floorboards, and I would stop, listening for any signs of consciousness from my new tent mates.
Inch by inch, I advanced towards Gregory's bed, pushing my own.
Almost there…
"Hotshot?"
"Yeah, Sparks?"
"What are you doing?" He said rubbing his eyes.
"There was a hole under my bed, and it was making it unstable, so I'm moving it. Go back to sleep." I whispered, closing the space between Gregory and my cots.
"Mmm, okay. Night, Hotshot." Sparks mumbled, lying back down.
I let out another breath as I crawled into the new double twin bed that I had risked my neck for.
Okay. Maybe not that extreme, but I don't want the boys knowing about Gregory and I. Not yet.
"How are you so good at making excuses?" Gregory asked, crawling in next to me and wrapping an arm around my waist.
"I'm writing a book of excuses." I answered, snuggling against Gregory's firm chest.
"No seriously." He said, burying his face into my shoulder.
"I am serious. I was in the middle of it when I got caught."
"You are… unbelievable."
"Do you mean that in a good way, or a bad way."
"A good way. Excuses made easy book? You are too much, Ashlyn."
"Too much what?"
"Um, beauty? Intelligence? I don't know. Just go to sleep."
"Mmm. 'Kay. Um Gregory?"
"Yes, Ashley?"
"I love you."
I felt him smile against my skin.
"I love you too."
I frowned as my body came out of sleep. One by one, my senses came alive.
My sense of smell was first. The scent of dust and mold invaded my nostrils.
Then a scent of… clay. And ash. Along with a hint of musk. Gregory's smell.
Next was my sense of taste. Ew. That horrible, morning taste was in my mouth. I ran my tongue over the roof of my mouth and teeth to get rid of the dryness.
After that was my sense of touch. Something warm was pressed against my back, and wrapped around my waist. My face, hands, and right arm were cold. Because they weren't covered, or in contact with Gregory, they were subjected to the harsh temperature of the early desert morning. I frowned again and snuggled closer to Gregory. His grip on my waist tightened, and I pulled the covers closer to my neck.
Then my hearing was activated. The sound of soft breathing entered my ears, and I found my heartbeat matching the one next to my back.
Last, was my eyesight. At first I didn't see any thing but the back of my eyelids.
Slowly I opened my eyes.
Every thing was bathed in a faint blue. The only source of light was coming from a window covered in plastic. I could see four lumps moving slightly, as they continued their sleep.
Carefully, I slipped my left wrist from underneath the covers and glanced at it. 4:55.
Barely daybreak.
I yawned. And curled my toes.
"Gregory?" I whispered.
"Yeah?" I jumped slightly.
He chuckled.
"I didn't know you were awake."
"I was awake when you pulled out your arm."
"You're a light sleeper?"
"Yeah. It's a curse, but sometimes it comes in handy."
"Mmm. I'll keep that in mind. Do you think we should move? I don't want the boys seeing us in our, um, position."
My back was pressed against his chest, and his arm was securely wrapped around my waist. His right leg was wrapped around both of mine, pinning them down.
We certainly were in a position that would make things awkward if the boys found us.
I can imagine myself trying to explain to the boys why we were like that.
"Erm, hey guys!" I would say.
"Hotshot?" Robby would say, looking bewildered.
"Gregory, dude. Whoa." Lyle would say backing away slightly.
"It- it's not what it looks like." I would stutter, "He… sleepwalked! Yeah, he sleeps walked and pushed my bed against his and then he latched onto me like I was his teddy bear. There was nothing I could do, I mean, look at him, he's twice my size!"
"Yeah what ever."
"I thought you were our friend."
"Yeah Ashlyn, how could you."
"Guys, I'm sorry…"
I blinked, and shook my head. Their imaginary reactions were just like the ones my friends had before I switched to the Death Squad.
I thought I had let go of that.
Gregory sighed and kissed my hair.
"Yeah," He agreed, " although I am very comfortable, we should move back."
He let go of my waist, and I instantly missed the weight and warmth.
I sat up and stretched.
"You look like a cat when you do that." Gregory commented. Then he smirked. "It's cute."
I playfully slapped his arm and started cautiously moving my bed back.
Damn crappy bed.
It squeaked yet again as I tried to push it back.
"Wait, Ashlyn, let me help." Said Gregory as he grabbed the end of my cot.
"Grab the other end." He instructed, and together we lifted the steel cot over to the spot where it originally was.
"Thanks." I said.
"Not a problem." He said and wrapped his arms around me.
"Why are you up so early?" He asked, and rested his cheek against the top of my head.
"Eh, habit. I used to get up early so I could watch the sun rise."
He grabbed my wrist gently and looked at my watch.
"You know, we could go out and watch the sun rise together." He said softly.
I looked at him with bright eyes.
"Yay!" I exclaimed.
He chuckled and grabbed our blankets, not releasing his hold on my upper arm.
"Okay, lets go." He said.
"Ooh! Wait! " I said, and went to my duffel bag, pulling Gregory with me, because for some odd reason, he wouldn't let go of my upper arm.
"I'd be easier if you'd let go, you know." I said, looking at him.
"I know", he said," I just don't want to."
I giggled softly and pulled out an extra jacket and my favorite extra big black sweatshirt that said, 'Show no mercy'. The motto of the Death Squad.
"Okay, now we can go." I led Gregory outside, and pulled him to a small dirt mound at the end of the camp. I put on my sweatshirt, and then he wrapped me in one of the blankets. He sat down and pulled me into his lap, and then he put the blanket around his shoulders.
"What about your front?" I asked after he had done this.
"You're there. You'll keep me warm. Unless, you move. Then I'll have to do this."
He snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me closer.
I giggled again and snuggled into his chest.
I think I will take this moment to realize that the love of my life is also my weakness.
I mean, look at us! All lovey dovey and such. It's enough to make me sick. Not that I am. Not that I'm complaining either. Grr, why does some thing so good, make me so weak?
He's like a drug. Or really dark chocolate. Mmm.
Okay, I'm getting ahead of myself here.
So any ways, we were sitting on a mound of dirt, watching the sunrise, when I notice him nodding off and trying to stay upright.
Which was kind of difficult seeing that I was sitting in his lap.
I laughed at him and tried to move out of his lap.
He mumbled something that sounded like, "Mmfmooe" And tightened his death grip around my waist. I took that as his not wanting me to move.
"Gregory," I gasped," two things, One, you are causing me to lose air supply, and two; I'm just going to move so you can get more comfortable. I'm not going anywhere."
His grip on me loosened long enough for me to slip out of his arms and sit next to him.
I folded the extra blanket for a pillow, and laid Gregory's head on my lap, the pillow underneath his head. Then I took the blanket that was twisted around Gregory's huge frame, and laid it over his torso and legs.
"Mmm, you remind me of my mum." He mumbled.
I smiled sadly as Gregory drifted off.
I reminded him of his mom.
The one he accidentally killed.
It was a sad thought.
I stroked his head, lightly running my long fingernails over his scalp.
He sighed softly and buried his head deeper into my lap.
"Ashlyn." He whispered.
I smiled. He was so adorable while he was unconscious!
My mind begin to drift at I stared at the large, round-ish orb that was being lifted over the horizon. My thoughts stirred until they landed on one particular subject.
Gregory's hair.
Not the most interesting thing, I know, but it had my curiosity in a grip hold.
A vivid orange color, I thought it resembled the color of fresh terra cotta.
The color was so unique, a mix of burnt orange, dark red and light brown.
Just like terra cotta.
The color was fascinating enough, but the texture is what really got to me.
It looked like it would feel like a scrubber, the kind used for dishes, but it actually felt like silk when you brushed it in a certain direction, and it felt like canvas when you brushed it in another.
I caught myself staring at his head instead of the sun.
His scalp was free of dandruff and was very smooth.
I leaned down and kissed his forehead.
He stirred a bit, before relaxing again.
I forgot. He's a light sleeper.
I started tracing the features of his face, starting from his hairline, to his perfectly thick eyebrows, down to his eyelids, dragging my finger down his broad nose, and tracing his full lips. Stopping finally, at his chin. It has the tiniest of clefts to it and it looked very strong. I rubbed it gently with my thumb for a bit before going back to his hair.
I entertained myself by making little patterns in it, watching as his hair stuck to his head for a moment before it would come back up.
I listened to his gentle breathing as I turned my attention back to the horizon.
Suddenly, Gregory started squirming in my lap.
"Gregory." I said, "Are you okay?'
His brow furrowed and his lips curved down into a frown as he tried to fight of something in his sleep.
"Gregory." I said a little louder, holding onto his let wrist with my free hand.
"Gregory, please wake up, babe."
A speaker sounded, jerking Gregory awake and making me jump.
"Huh? Wha- what's goin' on?" Gregory said sitting up.
I put a hand on his back and said, "Are you okay?"
He hooked at me sleepily and blinked.
"Yeah, just a nightmare of my step dad, go back to sleep."
I giggled.
"What?" He said confused, "Did I drool?" He wiped at his face.
"No, You were the one asleep dummy, we're outside." I said. He blinked again and squinted at our surroundings.
"Oh." He said bluntly, once he realized where we were.
I giggled and kissed his cheek.
"Come on. I heard the siren- bell- thingy, I think we're supposed to head out."
"M'kay." He said and yawned.
He stood up and pulled me to my feet.
I grabbed the blankets, tried to shift them to my left hand, but Gregory took them from me.
I looked at him, and he looked back.
"Not polite for a lady to carry things." He said and started walking towards the middle of the camp. I shrugged and followed.
"Since when do you have manners?" I said looking up at him.
"Momma didn't raise no fool." He said and we both laughed.
His laugh was so amazing, a deep rumbling noise that emanated from his chest.
It was so inviting, like I could hear it over and over again and not get sick and tired of it.
"Why don't you put the blankets away while I get us some breakfast?" He said and handed me the blankets.
"I thought it was impolite for a lady to carry things."
He sighed and said, "Just do it!"
I laughed and headed towards A-tent.
I pushed open the door with my shoulder and then, walking inside I closed it with my foot.
"Hey Hotshot, where ya been?" Asked Trent, before yawning.
The rest of A-tent was just getting up as I walked in the door.
"I got up early to watch the sunrise, Gr- Inferno got up too and we talked for a bit. He and I have a lot in common." I said and dumped the blankets on my bed.
Trent nodded and started stretching.
"Hot shot?" Said Robby.
"Yeah?" I answered as I pulled off my sweatshirt, revealing my jumpsuit underneath.
God I hated that thing. Who knows where it's been. On countless sweaty, smelly boys, used as a towel, a, dare I say it? A crap rag?
I shuttered, but luckily it was subtle enough that none of the boys noticed.
"How come your bed is back where it was before? I thought you moved it." Said Robby.
I looked at him for a minuet before snapping out of my gaze on him.
I was more tired than I thought.
Either that or I was adopting Gregory's habit of choosing to stare at random people ant random times.
"Sorry. I fixed it. Now it won't wobble." I said and sat down on it to prove it.
"I never noticed it wobbled before." Robby said, looking confused.
"It was really subtle so you probably didn't realized it did." I said and started to pull on my combat boots.
"Oh." Robby said, "Where's Inferno?" He asked, getting dressed.
I turned, to give him a little privacy, and replied, "He went to the bathroom."
"Oh. Okay."
I gave a mental sigh of relief. That kid asked so many questions! And he wasn't even the paranoid one.
The door opened and Gregory came in, holding 'Breakfast'.
"Here Ashl- I mean, Hotshot. I got you breakfast."
"Erm, thanks." I said, reluctantly taking it from him.
He put his in his mouth and walked over to his bed to put on his shoes.
I carefully took a bite of 'breakfast" and almost gagged.
I took another bite and tried not to focus on the taste.
Robby gasped. "Are you actually eating the food?! I'm shocked." He said, putting a hand on his chest.
"Yeah well, it isn't so bad if you don't think about it." I said through a mouth full of what I think was a tortilla in honey.
"That's the spirit!" Robby yelled and he pulled on his jumpsuit.
"Morning campers!"
Oh god no.
DUN DUN DUN!!!! DX
I bet you're thinkin, 'NOO!! NOT ANOTHER CLIFFIE!! CURSE YOU STALKER!!!!11!oneone!! -What's with the putting of ones as exclimation marks?? siriously-
You are, arn't you.
I FIRIGGEN KNEW IT!! MUAHAHAHA! -cough-
Ahem. so any ways.. I'll be doing number 9 in the near future, don't you worry your pretty little reviewer head.
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O.o Umm. Sorry for meh out burst... and thanx for readun i guess... :D Really, thanks. Oh! one last thing.. if you have any ideas for the fic, let me know and i'll look over them.
I'm getting really desprate here people.
I am.
I was looking at my little brothers kiddie book, and i wuz thinking, 'hey! this looks like a good idea!' but then my little brother caught me and he ripped the book from my hands, being the selfish little brat he is. J/K! ...Sorry mom.
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