So, I came up with that one. It is just for fun and nothing to take too serious.
Rated M for language and glorification of using illegal substances.
Okay, who read the first chapter (and my other stuff) knows that this one is very different from what I usually do. Again, just for fun and to get those knots out of mind to concentrate again.

I have to make sure, that I don't intended for anyone to take offence. So if you feel that way, tell me so we can clear missunderstandings.

Thanks EmCelle ;)

Don't own the character.


Chapter 2

Twenty two hours earlier and one hundred sixty five kilometers east

Lauren:"No, Dyson. I won't do this!"

Dyson:"Ah, come on, Looouu. Where's the thrill in playing 'spin the bottle' if you don't do what the bottle says? If you don't it will end bloody."

L:"Don't mess with me! It's not what the bottle says, that I'm not willing to do. It's what you say that I should do, that I'm not okay with."

D:"Rubbish. You made me lick Hale's big toe, Lo. And we've been walking the whole freaking day. And he refused to take off his damn shoe just once!"

Right. Ha!

L:"Well, your own fault to do so. But I just won't! Oh look the sunset!"

Deep red met dark blue. The first star sparkling.

Stars. Funny things. Shining brightly in the darkest of hours. If she wasn't afraid of the dark, she would have definitely become an astronaut. Oh and height. And small spaces. And, well, not being able to pee like normal people did.

L:"Isn't this romantic. I so absolutely love the sun, especially at sunset."

What was that sound? As if someone wanted to throw up but couldn't. Ah, okay, Dyson. Funny.

L:"Oh, that is so mature of you, Dyson."

D:"Since when have you become such a bore, Laur. Sunset? Really?"

L:"Oh shut up, dickhead."

Hale:"Ah, Lauren. Just this once, get out of your comfort zone and do something stupid. In the twelve years I've known you, there has never been one single moment where you weren't in total control of everything around you."

Oh sleeping beauty awoke. Did he even notice that one shoe was missing and that there was still a wet spot on his big toe? And a biiiig toe indeed.

D:"Oh hey, Dude. There you are again. Thought we lost you in round four."

H:"Yeah, man. This shit is really... wow. Come on Laur. One tiny little drag."

L:" And who will take care of you two, when we're all stoned? Huh?"

D:"Don't know, don't care. Besides you're already overly drunk so what gives? Try something new, what could possibly go wrong? It's just pot. And I have my eyes closed. You know, what I don't see is not forbidden. So?"

L:" Oh boy. How did you get through the recruitment test at the police? I'm far too drunk to come up with... anything...Okay, just once!"

D:"Woohoooooo."

Smelled strange. Kind of sweet. She liked sweets. Drag number one, here it came. Urgh. No. Sweet? Where? Did she do anything wrong? Where was the taste of, who knows, iced grass? And, ouch. It burned. Her lungs screamed. Or her throat, or... Oh no it was a cough. A belling cough.

L:"Dammit. Why does it hurt so much? Oh and I feel dizzy. I'm just going to... lay down... right..there!"

Spin, spin, spin, spin. Slower. Slower. Almost. Okay, better.

D:"Yeah, lil' Sis. Well, done. Noooow you are a woman, officially."

H:"Yep, not a virgin anymore."

Hand in the air, forefinger stretched out in the night sky. Sitting up in one swift move. Ooups, too fast. Back down, spin, spin, spin. Slower. Slow. Okay. Better.

L:"May I remind you, that I lost my virginity a looooo..."

D:"Wow, wow, Dudette. You're my little baby sister. Stop right there I'll need you to pay for my therapy sessions!"

H:" Come on man, it's getting interesting. Tell me Lo. I really really want to know, the who and where and whens."

D:"Hale, shut the hell up. Here, take another smoke before it goes out again. We used the last matchstick five minutes ago."

Matchstick. Har har. Awkward. It never sounded that weird. Match-Stick. Ha! Stick. Match. Magic. Magic stick. Pfffffff ha.

D:"What's so funny there? Why are you laughing? Did Hale fart again?"

H:"Heeey, I didn't. It was once and I apologized at least a thousand times, Mr. There's-nothing-funnier-than-warm-gas-coming-out-of-a-hole-of-the-human-body kind of joke-maker."

D:"Lame, Hale. Really lame. And for the record, you have an odor like a skunk. I had to shower three times. No Chili con Carne for you. And as I told you, on our next camping tour, I will make sure to carry my own tent with me. Never again, man, never again!"

Sand. Everywhere. Sand. In her shoes. In her blouse. In her shorts. In her hair. In her...

D:"Wow, Lor, what are...? Why...? Don't... Stop that. Keep your shorts and blouse on. Hale, don't stare. Hey, eyes up front soldier! That's my sister you're looking at!"

One shoe. Off. Second shoe. Off. Shorts...

L:"Dyson... leave me alone. No, let- me- go! Just because your pig-head left mom'ss safe haven ten minutes earlier than me, doesn't make me your little anything. I need to get out of these. There is sand. Everywhere! Where did it come from anyways?"

D:"Lauren. Take a look around. See? Where are we?"

Sand. Water. Saaaand. Oh beer. Mine. Mine. Mine.

D:"Hands off the last bottle of beer, I recommend it stays in my possession, 'cause, well, I freaking bought it."

L:"Oh, sorry. I forgot. My sweet brother doesn't share."

Pop. Drink. Drink fast. Another sip. Oh, cold. And sparkling. Finiiiiished.

L:"Oh, dammit. It's empty. There must have been a leak somewhere. Maybe at the bottom. Wanna keep the bottle for annulling? Hale, can I have another drag? I like the feeling. And I think I'm coming down from what ever this high means."

D:"Sometimes I hate you Sis. Where did your deglutition reflex go, by the way?"

H:"Oh Dy, you want a cookie? Should I blow on your wound before placing a patch? And Lo, awesome. Never saw anyone gulping down half a liter of cold beer in less than fifteen secs."

Holly victory. Fist in the air. Punch. But her stomach grumbled. Maybe it wasn't the greatest idea after all. Okay. Better to sit down. Where was that camping chair again? Ah, there. One step. Good. Two. Better. And noooow finally...

L:"Crap."

D:"See. That serves you right. That is the price to pay for your actions. And you should have seen your face. Ha ha. You almost made it all the way to the chair, if it wasn't for Hale's big shoe in the wrong spot at the wrong time. You are super drunk and super stoned! Bam! Karmaaaaaa!"

Karma. Sure. Where was Earl's list when you needed it? Sand. Again? Tasted a bit crispy and...sandy.

L:"Okay, now that I'm already down here, would you hand me that sweet ambrosia? I think I can handle another drag like immediately."

H:"Someone's eager. Here, but watch out, it's almost finished. Oh and can anyone explain to me, why am I missing my left shoe?"

Okay, breath in. Deep. Deeper. Keep it. Not yet. Not yet. Not.. okay, ouch.

H:"Ha ha. You're really bad at this Lauren."

Wooh. There it was again. The spinning and it was hard to concentrate. Rolling onto her back she stared at the night sky. Dark with that small bright points. What was their name again? You could form pictures if you drew lines from one to another. There's a rocket. And a ball. And a big fat grinning Dyson.

D:"Hey, Conehead? You okay there?"

L:"Shhhhh...shhhh... Shut up!"

D:"I think we broke her, Hale. The voice ship is damaged."

Dyson's face looked drolly. He had a beard. Blonde, like his hair. Kind of frizzy. And that nose. Oooh, his chin. Gosh, why had that chin never come into her focus before? It was peaked and this beard stubble all around. One could hardly see a face under that carpet. Like a dog. No, a wolf. Wolfman. Ha. And his super power is grumpiness. Pffff.

And Hale. Okay, seriously. Haaaaale. What's with that name? Haaaale..

H:"What?"

L:"What's with the what? Don't scream at me!"

H:"You said my name three times. I heard you the first time Laur, so what?"

L:"Do you taste like chocolate?"

H:"Excuse me?"

L:" Do you taste..."

H:"I heard you! What the heck?"

L:"Yeah, I mean, you're black."

H:"Well, yes I am. Well observed pale-face!"

L:"I was just, wondering. Do you taste like chocolate? Never mind... let me try!"

Tackle. Dammit he's strong. Just a bit more. A bit more. Okay, now...

H:"Woaaaah, Laur. Keep that tongue in your mouth. Keep.. Keep it! Dy, man, help me. Your sister is a crazy licking bulldozer. Get her off. Nooooooo. Stop! Urgh!"

Urgh yourself. No. Definitely not chocolate. More like salt and dirt. Iiirgh that sand-in-mouth thing again. Spit.

H:"Girl, what was that? Not funny, Dy. Stop laughing. What did you think? Chocolate? What? Do you taste like... I don't know, vanilla? We're not at the ice shop. Next time your tongue comes anywhere near my luxurious skin, I'll tear it out! Understood? Man!"

As if she was ever going to do that again. No, way.

Silence.

D:"So?"

L:"So what?"

D:"What are we going to do with that convivial, early evening?"

Looking down on her watch. Couldn't be. Taking a closer look. Eyes slit. Okay, odd.

L:"Okay, either my clock conked out or it is a bit darker than usual for two p.m."

D:"Let me see."

Hand around wrist. Ear against clock. Listening carefully. Mouth lightly opened. Tongue wetting his lips. He looked even more bizarre. Wolfman. Suits him.

D:"No, it's fine. Does it occur to you that, maybe, it is two a.m.?"

Ooops.

L:"Sure. I just wanted to lead you on."

D:" Yeah, you're not that smart for a vet. You know?"

L:"I'm drunk and had some weed. Don't blame me, blame the game!"

Ha. A rhyme. She was a rapper. Pff, shk, pff, pff, shk.

H:"Oh look, what is that?"

Following his outstretched forefinger to the ocean. A...thing. Looked like a- stone?

D:"Race you!"

Oh, really? Now? Dammit. She didn't like it when he was winning. He always morphed into one hell of a bitch. Poking her sides and singing his version of 'We are the champion' dancing around. No. She would get there first. Oooooor... not.

D:"I am the chaaaampion, I am the chaaampion. You are the looser. 'Cause I am..ouch!"

L:"Oh, sorry I was searching for the off button. Thought I would find it between your legs. No? But the siren-crying stopped. Must have hit the right spot then."

D:"You... are evil!"

H:"Hey guys? It's a boat. A rubber boat."

D:"I bet you wouldn't get in there and canoe, Lo."

L:"And like I can see, I bet you'll need an ice pack for your balls the way you're holding them tight. Must have hurt much, huh?"

D:"I could show you just how much..."

L:"Ouwa! No touchy, you ass."

That was mean. To get both nipple twisted. Damn you Dyson. Russian-Radio was what he used to scream right before he groped at her rack.

H:"Kids. Stop! Looks like the boat doesn't belong to anyone. And it's in great shape!"

D:"Bet still stands, lil' Sis. Time to loosen up a bit. You're way too stiff. How often do you get twenty eight? Maybe three to five times? Come on!"

L:"No, there might be sharks. I don't want to meet with that big guy, the white shark!"

Damn movie. She had to watch it and never got rid of the feeling, that something would be under the surface waiting for a bite. She wouldn't taste good. Too skinny anyways.

What was that look for? Dyson to Hale, Hale to Dyson. Wiggling eyebrows. Nodding. Woah. No way. No. No. NO!

L:"Don't look at me like that! Stop it... Dyson?!...Haaaaale?!"

Ha! Stupid name!

D:"One..."

H:"Two..."

D+H:"Three!"

Shit!

L:"No, noooo... Drop me. Drop me!"

Strong arms around her wrist and ankles. Struggling. Kicking. They wouldn't let her go. That inflated piece of elastic material brushed against her back.

L:"No, no, n- n- n- no. Don't drop me, don't drop me!"

She was bouncing several times down onto the soft trampoline-like ground while she could feel it shifted from the sand into the wobbly water.

L:"Okay, that was fun. Now get me back onto safer ground."

D:" You know, you could just get out. It's not even knee high. Come on!"

L:"You've got to be kidding me. I won't."

D:"You have to sleep in that boat then, because I won't get you."

L:"Hale? Please?"

H:"Sorry, Laur. I wouldn't mess with my man here!"

D:"If you wanna get out, just say the words Laur."

Pfft. Never.

L:"Forget about it. It's quite nice in here. I think I will lay down a bit. See you then."

'Say the words'. She said them once and Dyson wouldn't stop repeating them, for a little over three weeks every time she refused to do his jobs at home.

It had been her dairy he had read in. About the crush. Her English teacher. Gorgeous brunette. Nice hips. Great boobs. Awesome British accent. Grrrr.

They were even when she had found out about his Playboy-collection.

D:"Come on, Sis. Say: Yes, Master, I'll do anything."

Her hand raised in the air. Waving goodbye.

Oh hey there. Those shimmering tittles again. Ursa Major. Ursa Minor. Cassiopeia. Ooh, Perseus. Yawn. Andromeda. Draco. Yaaaawn. Ursa Majoooor...


So that's it. Next chapter is in the making. Reviews are very much appreciated.