just a quick note, Wind is a total douchebag in this chapter. I'm not even kidding I don't care that she's my character. I honestly don't remember writing her excuse but it was there in the original document so I guess I did? I think it was to make her edgier and troubled but it failed miserably and i wanted to change it but honestly couldn't think of any other reasoning she would have, so I left it in because having unlikable traits in a character is important, it's bad if they're a completely good/likeable character so here you can see a bit of Wind's darker more selfish side I guess, I still hate her though, even if she is sort of like a daughter to me. I guess that means I wouldn't make a very good parent.

Chapter 31: Roquefort

"COURAGE NO!" I screamed, we had already had a dog abducted during this war, how could we have another drown?!

"HELP!" he cried, helpless as he was too scared to swim. He began swllowing water. "HLELLELP!"

I began panicking by the lakeside much in the style of a sim witnessing a fire, I couldn't get in the water to save him my mom made me promise to take care of my clothes... they weren't cheap and if I dove into that disgusting water my silk pajama tank and shorts would undoubtedly be ruined. I fought with myself about it after all my mom was in prison did a promise to her really matter?! But she was still my mom! What was I going to do?!

Suddenly, a silhouetted dude came surfing behind Courage faster than the speed of light, swooping down and pulling Courage out of the water! I gasped and screamed, who could it have been?! But whoever it was was malevolent, since he brought Courage up to me safely and soundly.

"Oh thank goodness!" I said, taking Courage into my arms and hugging him. "Courage! What were you doing in the middle of the Lake?!"

"I started crying in the middle of the night thinking of my home and I decided to try and go there alone, but I fell off the bridge and into the lake, I am sorry Wind I shouldn't have left." said Courage before he resumed weeping loduly.

Tears in my eyes, I looked up at his rescuer. "Thank-" was all I was able to get out, before being stunned by what greeted my eyes.

This man had luscious, chocolatey-brown locks that were waving in the soft nighttime breeze, and he had sparkling blue eyes that looked at me with kind regard and a strong, tubular jaw. His firm, thin lips parted to say, "Hey there. You should probably keep your dog on a leash, madame."

My heart thudded into my uterus (how funny) when I heard his confident voice, it was a little high, but thankfully not as high as Demongo's and had kind of a waver to it that was really enchanting to listen to. "He's... he's not my dog..." I explained.
"Oh, are you dog-sitting for someone?"

"Kind of..." I said, my cheeks flushing bright red. "M-My name's Wind Walter... what do they call you?"

He paused for a moment, I thought I saw a flash of fear cross his face, but he soon answered "They call me... Roquefort."

"Oh... that's nice..." I lied, I didn't want to think about moldy, sweaty cheese when looking at the pillows he called his pecs but that was okay, his parents probably hated him. So I decided to spite them. "Th-Thank you for saving Courage, Roquefort."

"It was no problem, Wind," he said, giving me a warm smile as he passed his board (hand-made from paper-mache) from his left hand into his right. "I always try to ehlp those in need."

My ovaries are in need, I thought but shoved that thought back into my colon pipe it wasn't welcome right now! I still had Decter in my life and had to find him! "So, uh, have you seen a short scientist around here lately? He's about this tall, yes he really is that short, don't give me that look, has fluffy red hair and thick-frame black glasses goggles?"

"No, I'm afraid not," he said sadly, "I come out here every night to surf, but I haven't seen anyone who fits that description."

"Oh," I said, disappointed.

"But I'll keep an eye out. I can tell he means a lot to you."

I snapped my head up ouch but smiled at him. "Thank you."

"Of course," he said, flipping his putrid-soaked hair and all the putrid was shaken out of it, it looked even better now oh my gosh... "Goodnight, Ms. Walter. If I don't find your friend, I hope you will."

"Thank you," I said, and after he surfed out of sight, added, "but you can call me Wind."

It didn't do much good since he was already out of earshot but it helped me come to terms with wahat I was feeling. Could this be a crush? No, I couldn't let it! I still had Dexter, out there in the cold, or perhaps in the soggy flatulence-like atmosphere of this place, most likely suffering and wanting donuts, and I couldn't leave him like that! Yet my hormones were screaming... I had to keep myself in check. No more brownies until I'd found Dexter. That would snap me back to reality. (I have kind of a... problem with prownies)

We went back to the Outpost, the tree was sleeping now so I didn't have to worry about my migraine returning from hearing his booming voice. Once inside the cabin we went inside the bedroom, the mattress was there but there were no sheets.

"Darn it, they told me there'd be a whole bedspread," I muttered, and searched around the room and connected closet for it, none was found hm. Under the bed though I found some magazines, I took them out they were copies of Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. But they were... sticky.

"WHAT SICK FOCK LIVED HERE LAST?!" I shrieked, not because they were reading JTHM (Jhonen Vasquez rocks!) but because they were clearly jacking off to it. And I don't know oif you've ever read JTHM, but believe me, it is NOT what you would use for fantasy fodder. But that's just me.

All the lights in the cabins turned on and my new neighbors started screaming and cussing at me. "Sorry everyone" I said, before turning off my own bedroom light (before remembering there wasn't even one, sheesh what did the guy do take all the furniture?!) and upon noticing there was enough dust on the bed for a makeshift blanket, snuggled up underneath it for my first night's sleep in this strange new place.

Only to dream of Roquefort.