Marshmallows Roasting Over an Open Fire
By the Angel
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"Honestly." Stephanie whispered, wrapping her jacket around her. At night, the Camp became chilly and brisk. Chrissy nodded, licking off the extra sticky residue from the gooey marshmallows. "He is so immature."
Stephanie turned her head around to see if Chris was still there. Her hair whipped around her face and neck, so she couldn't see anything. "If anything, he is probably planting plastic spiders in our beds with Roy." Chrissy retorted.
Roy was the boy who Chris met at the campfire. Stephanie shivered. "Spiders? Yuck. I hate them." Stephanie stated. She closed her eyes and remembered when Shane had set a little tiny one in her hair when she was four. It would have been funny—if the spider was fake.
"Oh, they don't bother me." Christy added brightly. She took out her jacket from her bag. It was shiny, like Stephanie's, but only silver, not black. "I have two tarantulas at home." Stephanie looked at her friend in shock. "My brothers are spider fanatics." Christy stated.
Stephanie giggled. "My brother is eighteen, and I can tell he hates my guts." Christy frowned. "Aw, Steph, don't say that." Stephanie noted right there that Christy had a syrupy southern accent. She had mentioned something from coming from Kentucky.
"I am sure your brother—What's his name again?" Christy asked, opening the door to the cabin. Stephanie held it as Christy walked through. "Shane." Christy nodded and plopped on the bottom bunk. "Right. I am sure Shane doesn't hate you."
Stephanie grinned at her friend's bright note and optimistic approach to almost everything. "You've never met him." Christy shrugged. "That's true—But I have seen him on TV!" Stephanie smiled. "I didn't know you liked wrestling."
"I don't." Christy blushed. Stephanie gave her a quizzical look. "My brothers are also wrestling fanatics." Christy added. Stephanie grinned. "Ah." She slipped off her sneakers and grinned. "I personally can't wait to start the day tomorrow," She began, slipping a nightgown over her head.
She climbed up the ladder and filed into the bed underneath Chris Jericho's and screamed. Christy fell off her bed from the impact. "What?" She demanded. Stephanie didn't hear her as she kept on screaming.
Her pink nightgown was covered in white powder, and she was scratching herself all over. "Itching powder!" She moaned. Christy's mouth formed an 'o' as she tried to keep from laughing. Sure, Stephanie was her friend, but this was— priceless.
"I HATE Chris Jericho!" Stephanie screamed. Christy saw Roy and Chris by the windowpane outside, smirking and laughing at Stephanie. They high fived each other. Stephanie screeched and groaned, looking for another clean nightgown.
Stephanie found one, and inspected it. It was fine. She slipped it on, still scratching her head. "Humph! Chris might have won this battle, but he certainly won't win this war."
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When Chris and Roy got into the cabin, they saw that Stephanie was fast asleep, but still scratching herself. This made them roll on the floor with silent laughter. They had already managed to make an enemy—And it wasn't even the first full day of camp.
The two partners in crime entered the mess hall at eight thirty. They spotted Stephanie looking down at her Cheerios. Chris nudged Roy and they giggled insanely. Snickering to themselves, they took a seat at the table next to Stephanie's and Christy's.
Laughing one last time, Chris sat down—and yelped in pain. The entire Mess Hall turned to look at him. Chris sat up, and pulled a BIG thumbtack from under him. The tip was bent where he sat on it. He rubbed his bottom without anyone noticing.
Stephanie cracked up. She glared at him, still laughing. "I told you I'd win the war." He saw her mouth say. Chris flicked the thumbtack under the table. "Why, certainly, Princess—" Chris muttered to himself, "but the day hasn't even started yet…"
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After breakfast, the seven cabins split up into their activities. Counselor Grace led the Leaf Wells members to the sports area. A few of the boys pumped their fist in the air. Stephanie and Christy eyed each other. They both HATED sports.
"Today," Grace said in her low and soothing voice, "we're going to be playing dodge ball. Now, no hitting, no ramming into each other, and NO FACE shots." She said, eyeing each and every kid. "Split into teams, and have fun. I'll be watching."
A stocky boy named Arthur grinned. "Can we pick teams?" He asked. Grace thought it over and nodded. "Sure. Arthur, you can be one captain, and…Chris! You can be the other." Chris smiled. "Thanks, Grace." He said innocently.
"I pick…" Arthur circled the children. "Christy." Christy looked shocked. She shrugged. She walked over to one of the foul lines made in the grass. "Okay…Whatever." Chris chuckled insanely. "I pick…Stephanie."
Stephanie looked to Chris, then to Christy, then to Grace. "Grace—You know, I really don't like to play dodge ball, and—" Grace smiled to the girl. "Aw, Steph, just play. It'll be fun." Stephanie's shoulders slumped in disappointment.
So it was settled. Stephanie would be playing some sport she hated, and worst of all…Chris Jericho was the team captain. That meant she'd have to follow his strategy, his plans, and…Him.
He was obviously doing this to torture her.
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The game was going pretty well. It was tied, four to four, and Chris was in control of the ball. Stephanie had no idea what to do; she was just standing there. Chris pondered what to do as he held the ball up high from Arthur's teammates.
Stephanie was about fifty yards away from him. "Stephanie!" He yelled, hurling the ball, "CATCH IT!" Stephanie heard her name, but she had no idea who it was coming from. She looked up just in time to see a red ball plummet into her face.