I was floating, I noticed as soon as I open my eyes.
Actually, never mind. I was falling and fast, but to where I didn't know as this strange place was as black as the darkest night sky.
What happened?
Oh yeah, I must have passed out from lack of oxygen. You would think that I would let go when I was starting to run out but no, my stupid doctor had to be right about me lacking a self-preservation instinct.
Anyway, I'm hearing voices.
"Honey, wake up! Please wake up!" That kind of sounds like my mom. If it is she better have those sundaes, I wanted – unless I didn't ask for them, in which case she's excused.
This actually reminds me of last Christmas where Aunt Cornelia passed out from lack of oxygen. I can't really remember how it happened but I think it had something to do with a red feather boa from her wild days and her riding shoes – and not as in horse riding. I never really got what she meant by that but my Mom obviously found it funny if they way she screeched with laughter was an ideal. I think she was trying to show us her old moves. Yeah… she was probably drunk.
Did I mention she's pretty much a grown up Alyssa, only a bit nicer.
Alyssa.
Slut.
I guess I better wake up now. No sense in wasting precious make up time with my mom. Or make out time; depending on whether or not Nate's here.
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"Querida! I was so worried about you. For a second their I thought you hit the dust!"Mom exclaimed as soon as I opened my eyes. "That is the saying, right? Hit the dust? Or is it bite the dust? Oh who cares! What the hell were you thinking holding your breath like that?"
"I think it's bite the dust," I replied groggily. "And this is your fault you know!"
"My fault, how?" she exclaimed.
"It's your fault for having screwed up gametes and having a baby with a dysfunctional sense of self preservation!"
"Bullshit. We both know that the doctor was kidding when he said that!"
"That's my story and I'm sticking to it," I declared out with a sense of finality.
Ignoring my mom's amused/pissed off look, I scanned the room for Nate and found him sitting in the corner of the infirmary looking very amused. Giving him a small smirk, I turned to my mom and asked the deplorable question. "Do you approve?"
"Yes, I do," she replied grudgingly, making me grin and jump of the bed to hug her. "But," she said, pushing me away to do so, "it's only because Mr. Smooth over there is such a good kiss up. Makes me wonder if he's too good to be true. Or gay."
"Definitely gay," I agreed.
Over in the corner I heard a crash and saw that Nate had fallen to the floor and was glaring at me with narrowed eyes that both spelt one word. Death. Pfft, yeah right! The day I let a member of the male species intimidate me is the day I also get dressed in a tutu and Alyssa knows what the word conservative means.
"What, do you disagree with our hypothesis?"
"Hell yeah!" he exclaimed. "Do you need me to prove that I'm straight?"
"That would be appreciated."
I smirked, "Mother if you'll excuse us. I need some alone time with my little cream puff."
My mum gave me an amused look and walked away calling back; "I better not be a grandmother anytime soon!"
"Don't worry! He's gay remember?"
"Mitchie!" Nate exclaimed ignoring mom's tinkling laugh.
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"So… wanna do each others hair?" I asked in as sugary and innocent a tone as I could. And that was kind of oxymoronic because in my opinion that kind of tone usually spelt the exact and bitter opposite.
"Mitchie," he hissed glaring as he walked closer, one irritatingly dramatic step at a time.
"How's Shane's hair?"
"Mitchie."
"What? He didn't like the buzz cut?"
"Mitchie."
"Nate," I said while rolling my eyes for what had to be the hundredth time this month. It's odd, really, that just last year I found it hard to do these addictive eye rolls and now I was doing it left and right, straight and back, gay or not; and you must have gotten the idea. But obviously Nate didn't. Before I could get any further in my thoughts, the curly haired popstar had me pressed against the wall and was attacking my neck viciously. Oh God this felt good. So good that I closed my eyes and just let him take control.
Nate left a trail of butterfly kisses up my neck and on my jaw until finally I couldn't take it anymore and let out a hiss to let him know. And with that he leaned in and crashed his lips to mine, putting his hands on my waist and I placed my hands on the nape of his neck, playing with his hair, twirling it in my fingers. Eventually I pulled away when I heard a low cough. I opened my eyes and saw the camp nurse staring at us with an amused look in her eyes.
I blushed and looked away, hoping to God that this would stay between the 3 of us, and that we wouldn't be the in hot topic in the staff cabin. I'd hate to see all my instructors give me the look.
You know… the milder version of the 'I know you're having sex' look.
Anyway, I apologized for the 'inappropriate behavior'and promised Nate I'd meet up with him later. It was only 6pm anyway. Woah, that means I was unconscious for 2 hours! I only fainted from deprivation of air, it's not like I had a damn stroke or anything.
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"Mitch!" screamed Sierra as soon as I returned to my cabin. The girl practically jumped me when I opened the door. "I heard you fainted, are you okay? No injuries?"
"I'm fine Si, I just pulled the brat routine and took it too far," I said dodging the pillow she threw at my face and replying with a fling of Caitlyn's pillow. In a few seconds World War 3 started and I had Tess eating feathers and Caitlyn was straddling Sierra, trying to get her to say Çaitlyn is the hottest girl in the world and I am homosexual!' Needless to say, Sierra wasn't giving in very easily.' As for Aqua, well I'm embarrassed to say that she had me in a head lock and didn't look like she was planning to let go anytime soon.
"Aqua!"
"Fat chance Torres, I'm not letting you go until you beg," she replied in a calm manner that had resist the urge of homicide, and after a few seconds of glaring – or in her case; uncomfortable (for me) staring – I realized that for once I was outmatched and raised my white flag, releasing Tess and helping her up – but only after Aqua let me go.
When I looked at the other two, I saw that Caitlyn had her sharp nails dug into Sierra's back and Sierra had scratched Cait's cheeks so there were three marks pn her right cheek that were bright red and glaring at the world. But they didn't seem to notice all that 'cause they were too busy staring at me and Aqua.
"Wow," Sierra commented.
"That was the most epic thing I've ever seen," her curly haired captor continued.
"What?" Aqua asked innocently batted her long eyelashes, her lips twitching slightly and taking on a shaky smile. "You mean the way I kicked Mitchie's ass?"
The shaky smile morphed into a vicious smirk. I growled angrily, it's not my fault she caught me by surprise – if I had seen her coming or I wasn't too busy suffocating Tess, I would have reacted sooner to her sudden hold and flipped her into the cabin wall.
If I was lucky.
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I was going to get my revenge on Aqua, I knew that much! What I didn't know, however, was how to get it. I supposed I could humiliate publically, then if she took it too bad I could bake her a cake. Or maybe I could booby trap her room. No never mind, Lola and some other girls were her roommates. Too bad Peggy didn't come this year. Last I heard, Peggy – who had just put out a number 3 single with the boys last December, which got her signed – was midway through the production of her first album.
Anyway, as I strutted – yes, as much as I hated to admit it I strutted – through the stone embedded, dirt trails of the camp I ran into Brown.
"Hey there Poppet," He greeted me warmly, that warm look in his eyes ever present. "I've been looking all over for you. I want you to play at the next two jams. The Beach Jam and The Cover Jam."
"Sure, when's the first Jam?' I asked, already picking out which songs of mine I should perform.
"In two hours."
"What?" I screeched. Then I realized that I had screamed at the camp director and blushed quickly, stuttering an apology. Brown just chuckled and told me not to sweat it. 'I'm just like any other teenager here' he said, which made me speculate that he was having a permanent midlife crisis.
So after getting rid of Brown, informing Caitlyn of the situation and telling her to get the backtrack ready, and then rehearsing for quarter of an hour, I forgot where I was going and headed to the boy's cabin.
When I reached the cabin steps and approached the door, it swung open and Nate's expectant face appeared.
"Mitchie! he exclaimed. "What are you doing here at this time?"
I gave him a weird look. "It's 9, there's still an hour before curfew."
"Oh! It is? Well pardon me, do you want to come in?" he stammered nervously. You'd think I was standing before him in the nude, wait, I wasn't naked was I? A quick glance down affirmed that indeed I wasn't. Ignoring my strange boyfriend I stepped inside the cabin waiting for him to join me.
It wasn't until the door slammed, and I noticed Shane sitting on his bed to my right, that I realized what was happening – after having a little flashback that is.
"So tell me, how was Shane?" I asked, instantaneously receiving a death glare. I guess Nate didn't enjoy my little joke as much as I did.
"Terrible. He was convinced that there was no way you could have seen him – the so called ninja king – coming so he didn't suspect you in the slightest. I almost tended up with a black eye but after promising him a littlesomethinghe let me go."
When he told me about that little something, I didn't really give a shit. That little fucker! I bet this is some diabolical plot to reconnect me and Shane. Blegh, but while I'm here I may as well have some fun.
"I'm not even going to bother trying the door cause it's obvious what's happening. Okay, so what do you have to say?"
Shane blinked. "That was easy."
I scoffed. "You say that now, but trust me – we haven't even started yet!"
Shane visibly gulped. "well I have to say my cheating on you has done wonders for your personality.'
My eyes narrowed, of their own will almost. "That is so not the way to start this! But… keep going. If I'm going to kill Nate I don't want it to be in vain. Might as well make his sacrifice mean something."
"Okay, you're right. Not the best way to start an apology-"
"An apology! Really? I just could not tell," I remarked, making sure to have a biting edge to them. Like I said, I might as well have fun. Really, I didn't care what he said. He could call me a bitch or tramp and I'd give him the finger, then walk out.
"Mitchie! Please."
"Fine."
"Anyway, as I was saying. I am so sorry for what I did to you Mitchie. It was stupid, and careless of me and I can't excuse myself but please Mitchie, I'm begging you, I want us to be friends again."
"Short, sweet and to the point," I commented, thinking over his words. "How the hell are you a song writer? Where are the eloquent words? I mean seriously, if you're going to waste my time, do it properly."
Shane drooped.
"But I suppose I could forgive you."
"Really?" he asked, jumping like an excited hound.
"Yeah sure, why not? Just keep in mind that you're starting at the bottom," I told him.
"That's great!" The giant – a nickname derived from his, as I have come to realize, intimidating stature…Well, not for me but other people might find his height intimidating. Or am I just short? Anyhow, Shane ran up to me and pulled me into a tight hug, spinning me around until I was too dizzy to struggle.
"Just out of curiosity, what made you forgive me? I thought it would take a lot more to get you to do that."
"Guilt," I answered with a shrug. Which was half true. I forgave him because A) I was over him so there was no reason for me to be pissed. B) If he didn't cheat I would be unhappy – though under the delusion that I was happy – with him and not actually happy with Nate. C) I felt guilty for the buzz cut which pretty much ruined his face. The old Tess would have dumped him by now. "I figure I can confess now. I'm the one who shaved off your hair."
Shane paled, making him look like that Edward Black guy from the lame vampire movie Dawn or something. Well it was something like that. Sunset? Twilight? Sunrise? Dusk? One of those, at the very least. At least he didn't start sparkling. I would have killed both myself and him if he did. I'd never seen that movie but I hated it from just the description Aqua and Tess gave me.
"You did that!" he screeched.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said. "Don't get your thing in a twist. It made me forgive you didn't it?"
"I guess it did, but that was still so mean!" he whined in an oddly Jason-esque way.
"So we're cool?" I asked.
"We're cool.
"Glad to hear it," I said as he proceeded to let nate know the plan was a success. "Tell Nate to stay clearof me for the next day or two if he wants to stay alive." Shan nodded. "Oh and Shane?" He looked at me with his full attention. "Just because we broke up, it doesn't mean I don't want the diamond earrings you promised me, or the 100 bucks you owed me either."
And with that, like a cliched comedy show, Jason unlocked the door – I presumed that Nate was cowering somewhere – and I left with a wink, leaving Shane to shake his head and sigh.
Did I ever tell you that I'm loving my life?