"Star Gazing"
Chapter 4- Chocolate Covered Coffee Beans
Disclaimer- I don't own anything.
I am not really satisfied with this chapter, but I am going to post it anyways, because I don't know what else to do with it. I know it seems a little rushed, but next chapter, it is skipping 5 or so days into the camp, b/c I couldn't possibly make a chapter a piece for the 14 days of the camp. So.. deal!!!!
Thanks for the feedback I have gotten! Keep it up! It might be awhile before I get the next chapter up because I am trying to make them a bit longer now.
Now for the long awaited (yeah right!!!) chapter of SG-
I woke up with a start the next morning. Golden sunlight streamed through the window. But it wasn't MY window. Then I remembered where I was. Yippee. What a great way to start the day.
Let me tell you. I needed coffee in a major way. I mean MAJOR. Luckily, Luke had given me a bag of chocolate-covered coffee beans to help me survive the next 14 days. I had to strictly limit myself to make sure they lasted as long as possible.
I went to the lake last night. It was so peaceful there. Nothing moved. I love to watch the stars. They are the only things in my life right now that don't change. I had a really weird feeling that someone was watching me though. When I walked back to the dorm, no one was in site. Kinda freaky huh?
I went there to sort out my thoughts. It was only Day 2 and I was already missing my mom and Lane. I need to have a movie night with them and watch what I deem classics (Never Been kissed, She's All That..) and pig out on sugary goodness. Sigh. I wish. I needed to stay up til dawn talking about everything and nothing at the same time. I needed to tell them about Tristan. What about him though? I can't believe he's here. I figured his summer would be better spent on a yacht off the coast of France surrounded by scantily clad girls. I mean, that's what he goes for, right?
At least I now know where Taylor got his eyes. Must run in the family. I knew they reminded me of someone. Tristan. And what about the girl? Was London her name? Yes. I think so. Who names their kid after a city anyways? I only know one other person. The dreaded P word. Paris. And that does not speak very highly of girls named after cities. It looks like something was going on between them. It figures. Uh. She is so not right for him. Not that I am, or anything, though.
~Cafeteria- Tristan's POV~
"Hey T-Man! Over here!" I heard Taylor shouting across the room. Nate and I walked over to the same table we sat at last night. The rest of the gang, including Rory, were already seated.
Rory took my breath away. Again. How does she do it? One look into her eyes and I turn into a blubbering fool. And let me tell you, nothing good ever comes out of my mouth during those times. Which explains why Rory has only seen the worst of me.
Ew...What is she munching on? Looks like pieces of shit. I sat down opposite of her this time, just to make things interesting.
"Um, Rory, you can't tell me those things you are eating are actually Good!" I couldn't agree more.
"Marvelous invention. Chocolate-covered coffee beans. Best substitute to the real thing. They are really wonderful. But I won't offer to let you try one. Sorry. I have to ration them to last the whole time. Don't mess with the bag. I will know if they have been tampered with. The secret service is watching."
"Geez Rory! A little overprotective?"
"Nope. Obsessive compulsive."
"That explains it."
"Okay guys. Who has what class this morning?" Victoria asked, changing the subject. "I have swimming."
"Same here." Brad replied. Victoria's face lit up like a lightbulb. A little crush, maybe?
The angel spoke next. "I have astrology." Man! I can't believe my luck! We have a class together!
"Sailing." Said Taylor.
"Hey Tristan, what have you got?"
"Um...let's see." I look on my schedule card to make it look like I don't already know. "Astrology. This should be quite interesting, shouldn't it MARY?" Damn! I need to sensor every single word that comes out of my mouth!
"I can't wait." She said, with overly abundant sarcasm.
"I will save you a seat right next to me." Winking at her, I polish off the remains of my food and saunter to the exit.
~Astrology Class- Rory's POV~
I can't believe I am almost late for my first class! The bell rang as I stepped into it. I can't find a seat! Oh... there's one. Right next to Tristan. Grr.
"Now class. The seats you are sitting in now are the ones you will keep for the remainder of the camp." Why me?
Tristan really bugs me. One minute he's all "I'm king of the world, kiss my feet", and the next he's Mr. Sensitive and kind. Nice Tristan is much better than Evil Tristan. Nice Tristan has the eyes that look like they are boring into your soul, and I like that. Evil Tristan's just, evil.
Class has started and I can concentrate. Sort of. I sneak a peak to my left. None other than Mr. DuGrey is staring back at me. Urg.
Focus! I start to take notes and a slip of paper falls on my desk.
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Mary-
Don't worry. I won't tell the class you were staring at me. It's obvious you think I'm too sexy for my shirt!
-T
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Where does he get off writing that to me??!! Does he honestly think we are in 1st grade here? I could really use a cup of coffee right about now.
Thanks for reading!
Chapter 4- Chocolate Covered Coffee Beans
Disclaimer- I don't own anything.
I am not really satisfied with this chapter, but I am going to post it anyways, because I don't know what else to do with it. I know it seems a little rushed, but next chapter, it is skipping 5 or so days into the camp, b/c I couldn't possibly make a chapter a piece for the 14 days of the camp. So.. deal!!!!
Thanks for the feedback I have gotten! Keep it up! It might be awhile before I get the next chapter up because I am trying to make them a bit longer now.
Now for the long awaited (yeah right!!!) chapter of SG-
I woke up with a start the next morning. Golden sunlight streamed through the window. But it wasn't MY window. Then I remembered where I was. Yippee. What a great way to start the day.
Let me tell you. I needed coffee in a major way. I mean MAJOR. Luckily, Luke had given me a bag of chocolate-covered coffee beans to help me survive the next 14 days. I had to strictly limit myself to make sure they lasted as long as possible.
I went to the lake last night. It was so peaceful there. Nothing moved. I love to watch the stars. They are the only things in my life right now that don't change. I had a really weird feeling that someone was watching me though. When I walked back to the dorm, no one was in site. Kinda freaky huh?
I went there to sort out my thoughts. It was only Day 2 and I was already missing my mom and Lane. I need to have a movie night with them and watch what I deem classics (Never Been kissed, She's All That..) and pig out on sugary goodness. Sigh. I wish. I needed to stay up til dawn talking about everything and nothing at the same time. I needed to tell them about Tristan. What about him though? I can't believe he's here. I figured his summer would be better spent on a yacht off the coast of France surrounded by scantily clad girls. I mean, that's what he goes for, right?
At least I now know where Taylor got his eyes. Must run in the family. I knew they reminded me of someone. Tristan. And what about the girl? Was London her name? Yes. I think so. Who names their kid after a city anyways? I only know one other person. The dreaded P word. Paris. And that does not speak very highly of girls named after cities. It looks like something was going on between them. It figures. Uh. She is so not right for him. Not that I am, or anything, though.
~Cafeteria- Tristan's POV~
"Hey T-Man! Over here!" I heard Taylor shouting across the room. Nate and I walked over to the same table we sat at last night. The rest of the gang, including Rory, were already seated.
Rory took my breath away. Again. How does she do it? One look into her eyes and I turn into a blubbering fool. And let me tell you, nothing good ever comes out of my mouth during those times. Which explains why Rory has only seen the worst of me.
Ew...What is she munching on? Looks like pieces of shit. I sat down opposite of her this time, just to make things interesting.
"Um, Rory, you can't tell me those things you are eating are actually Good!" I couldn't agree more.
"Marvelous invention. Chocolate-covered coffee beans. Best substitute to the real thing. They are really wonderful. But I won't offer to let you try one. Sorry. I have to ration them to last the whole time. Don't mess with the bag. I will know if they have been tampered with. The secret service is watching."
"Geez Rory! A little overprotective?"
"Nope. Obsessive compulsive."
"That explains it."
"Okay guys. Who has what class this morning?" Victoria asked, changing the subject. "I have swimming."
"Same here." Brad replied. Victoria's face lit up like a lightbulb. A little crush, maybe?
The angel spoke next. "I have astrology." Man! I can't believe my luck! We have a class together!
"Sailing." Said Taylor.
"Hey Tristan, what have you got?"
"Um...let's see." I look on my schedule card to make it look like I don't already know. "Astrology. This should be quite interesting, shouldn't it MARY?" Damn! I need to sensor every single word that comes out of my mouth!
"I can't wait." She said, with overly abundant sarcasm.
"I will save you a seat right next to me." Winking at her, I polish off the remains of my food and saunter to the exit.
~Astrology Class- Rory's POV~
I can't believe I am almost late for my first class! The bell rang as I stepped into it. I can't find a seat! Oh... there's one. Right next to Tristan. Grr.
"Now class. The seats you are sitting in now are the ones you will keep for the remainder of the camp." Why me?
Tristan really bugs me. One minute he's all "I'm king of the world, kiss my feet", and the next he's Mr. Sensitive and kind. Nice Tristan is much better than Evil Tristan. Nice Tristan has the eyes that look like they are boring into your soul, and I like that. Evil Tristan's just, evil.
Class has started and I can concentrate. Sort of. I sneak a peak to my left. None other than Mr. DuGrey is staring back at me. Urg.
Focus! I start to take notes and a slip of paper falls on my desk.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mary-
Don't worry. I won't tell the class you were staring at me. It's obvious you think I'm too sexy for my shirt!
-T
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Where does he get off writing that to me??!! Does he honestly think we are in 1st grade here? I could really use a cup of coffee right about now.
Thanks for reading!