ELIZABETH'S POV
To Carlos:
Sorry Carlos, I can't go to the park today. I have some homework I need to finish and I need to get a start on the song. Maybe some other time… :{(
I sighed as I sat down at the desk in my room. Homework I was able to get out of the way in no time; it was algebra. I'm a beast in algebra. I'm almost good enough to give Logan a run for his money…almost.
I sat there staring down at the blank sheet of paper, pen in hand. I find it amazing. I always have something to say to someone and now that I have the chance to say it to the world…I got nothing. I started to twirl my pen through my fingers and sat back in my seat.
Writers block…what a bitch…
Fuck it…I give up for now…
To Sawyer:
Whatcha doin'?
From Sawyer:
Making sure Carlos doesn't break his neck.
"What?" I shouted quickly sitting up in my seat.
To Sawyer:
Where are you?
From Sawyer:
Pool.
I quickly got up and ran out of my apartment. I was running as fast as I could to get to the pool. I couldn't get there fast enough in my book.
"What do you mean making sure Carlos doesn't break his neck?" I asked as I ran up to Sawyer.
"How many ways can I mean that?" He counter asked.
Panic took over. It always made me nervous when the guys tried doing crazy things. Carlos seemed to take the cake on crazy things. The first example on the tip of my tongue would be the game of Twister he decided to play while pogo dancing…well that one is more random than crazy, but you get the idea. For some reason, of which I can't figure out, he feels the need to put his neck on the line and I don't like it.
"He's wearing his helmet, he'll be fine!" Sawyer exclaimed.
"The helmet won't stop him from breaking his neck!" I shouted.
"Or will it?" Sawyer asked raising an eyebrow.
"No…no it won't." I replied with no emotion in my voice.
"Well," Sawyer started but came up short, "I…got nothing, but I'm sure he'll be fine."
"Well, what's he doing?" I asked.
Sawyer weakly smiled and pointed up. I looked up and finally realized the rope that was connected to what I was guessing to be a window to the guys' apartment and the other end was to the far side of the pool.
"Homemade zip-line…" I mumbled through a sigh.
"I'm here to make sure he lands it AND get it on tape." Sawyer looked down to his hands and then looked back to me. "Okay…maybe not get it on tape." He said after seeing he didn't have a camera.
"So stopping him wasn't an option?" I asked.
Sawyer sighed, "You know Carlos and how nothing gets through his helmet to his thick skull…" He mumbled.
Carlos poked his head out the window, looked to his mission, and smiled.
"Bitters?" I questioned through a mumble hoping on my last ray of hope that Carlos wouldn't do this.
"Lunch." Sawyer replied crossing his arms over his chest as we both looked up at Carlos.
I sighed as Carlos threw one end to a jump rope over the main rope and wrapped the ends of it tightly around his hands. I held my breath as he climbed full out of the window, "Whooooo!" He shouted as he pushed of from the building. I covered my eyes as quickly as I could, not wanting to see how this would end.
Moment later people started cheering. Normally this would be a good thing, but I cheer at Jackass. What's stopping them from cheering at the Carlos version of that?
"Is he dead? Is he breathing? Is he alive?" I quickly asked barley peeking through my fingers.
"You just asked me the same question three different ways." Sawyer laughed.
"Then answer!"
"He's fine."
Sighing I dropped my hands and looked to Carlos. I narrowed my eyes at the sight. At least I understood why he did it now. Carlos was surrounded by the Jennifers. For some sick reason I thought he was done with them. I distinctly remember us having a conversation about this on the stairwell.
"That was amazing…"
"You looked like a super hero…"
"Will you do it again?"
"It's funny really…" I stated.
"What is?" Sawyer asked looking to me.
"One of my close friends risks his neck, sticks the landing, and all I can think about is burning the place down." I replied as I started to walk back to my apartment.
The walk back to my apartment was a short one. I walked inside accidently slamming the door behind me, thankfully nobody else was home to yell at me for it. I leaned back against the door, locked it, and shifted my vision around the room.
I don't think I've ever been this mad in my life. This even tops when I had first met the Tri-Pods (the Jennifers) for the first time…
It was my third day here at the Palm Woods. I was relaxing by the pool under one of the giant umbrellas waiting for Sawyer to come back from his set. I was sorting through some of my older songs, trying to put them in order.
"Excuse me!" A red headed boy exclaimed, slightly out of breath, pushing a large fan and carrying a boom box.
"Uhm-okay..."I said confused as he tossed two cords behind my chair, plugged them in, and continued to pushing the fan for a few more chairs.
I shook it off and went back to my papers. A few moments later music blared from the boom box and the boy turned the fan on full blast as three girls began to walk out from the building in slow motion…
"Oh come on!" I shouted as my papers flew everywhere. I quickly tried to gather my papers before I lost them all, but it wasn't going very well with the fan going.
I looked to the girls then to the cord and repeated this again. Frustrated I sighed and yanked the cords out of the plug in. The girls were shocked from the sudden lack of music and wind. One of them stopped and the other two tripped over the first one. I stifled a laughed as two of them fell to the ground and the last one into the pool.
Everyone who had been standing and staring had laughed and focused their attention on something else as I began to pick up my papers.
Nine. I'm missing nine and won't be able to get them back.
"You!" Someone shouted turning me around.
"Yes?" I asked.
"You're going to regret you did that." One of the girls said trying to stare a whole through me.
I pressed my lips to a line, gathered up the rest of my songs, and looked back to her, "Kay." I said with a smile as I walked away.