Marshmallows Roasting Over an Open Fire
By The Angel
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Stephanie watched Chris walk away. She felt her nose. She frowned. Grabbing her bag, she trudged over the still damp grass. Christy was waiting for her by the cabin. "What's up?" Stephanie asked her friend. "Where do we go now?"
Christy looked over her shoulder at the schedule on the door. "Horseback riding." Stephanie nodded. "Thanks for waiting for me." Christy shrugged. "No problem. Anyway, if you don't mind me asking—What's up with you and Chris?"
"What?" Stephanie blinked. "Nothing is going on." Christy nodded and smirked at her friend. "Don't play dumb with me, Stephanie. I am not stupid." Stephanie stepped away from the mound of ants that were on the ground. "I never said you were."
The redheaded girl smiled. "I have eyes, Stephanie. I saw you and him shake hands. Just yesterday, you called him a, a—"
"Monkey butt." Stephanie said.
"A monkey butt!" Christy nodded. "Boy do times change." Stephanie nodded sadly. "Yeah, they do. All we did was shake hands! We're friends now, though. THAT'S ALL." Christy's smirk never left her face. "Sure…" She said, patting her friend on the back.
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Stephanie and Christy filed into their usual seats in the Mess Hall, their dinner plates already served. Christy sniffed at her plate. "Ew." She mumbled. "What is that?" Stephanie looked at her own plate.
"Dog food." She said simply. Christy wrinkled up her nose and frowned. "I am not eating this." Christy said as she pushed the plate away from her. Suddenly, someone poked her on the back and whispered something in her ear.
Christy giggled and gasped and then she looked at Chris. She leaned over the table and whispered something in the person's ear across from her. Stephanie frowned. "What?" She demanded.
"Nothing…" Christy trailed off and giggled. Stephanie dug her spoon into the glop of brown that was her dinner. She turned to look at Chris, who was staring right at her. As soon as he saw her, he buried his head into the table.
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After dinner, it was that daily thing around the campfire. Stephanie sat next to Christy. "Christy," Stephanie began, piercing a marshmallow with her stick, "what happened at dinner? Tell me. I want to know. Everyone was staring at me."
"Well," Christy said, rubbing her hands together as she popped a marshmallow into her mouth, "rumor has it that Chris has a crush on you." Stephanie dropped her stick into the fire, making it blaze more than ever.