Marshmellows Roasting Over an Open Fire
By The Angel
A/N: This is the FINAL CHAPTER. I am really happy that this fic was basically a "hit." It makes me so happy! I want to thank everyone who ever read and reviewed. I love, love you!
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"The disco ball makes me dizzy." Stephanie ran a hand over her suede pants. She turned to Christy. Christy pushed her gently. "Chris is over there." Stephanie frowned. Chris was by the punch table. Probably trying to spike the punch.
Christy looked beautiful, and Stephanie wouldn't have been surprised if Chris decided to take Christy after all. Christy's red hair was piled on top of her hair and she wore some foundation to cover her freckles.
"Go." Christy said gently. Stephanie nodded. Christy pushed her again, and she stumbled. "Okay, okay, I am going." She huffed. She quietly walked over to the table. "Hi." She said. Chris dropped his cup.
He looked over the now juicy floor and bit his lip. "Oops." Stephanie stepped back so that the juice didn't stick to the sole of her shoes. Chris looked at her and smiled. What the hell is wrong with him? She thought. She smiled back.
"You look…Nice." Chris said, nodding. Stephanie cocked her head to the side and turned around. Christy was on the other side of the room, smiling and whistling. Stephanie took a deep breath. "I am going to kill her." She said softly.
Chris grabbed her hand. "Do you want to sit down somewhere?" He asked her. She looked to Christy. Christy was not looking at her. "Uh…Yeah. Sure. I guess. Let's go."
She grabbed his hand tighter and pulled him over to a bench. Before he even got a chance to breathe, she said, "we need to talk." He looked at her funny and nodded. "Can I catch my breath first?"
"Yes. Breathe. I don't need you turning blue on me." He grinned at that comment. He took another deep breath. "And on a serious note, yes, we do need to talk." She nodded. "So…Talk."
He cocked his head at her. "You want me to start?" Stephanie bit her lip. "It'd be nice." He shrugged. "I am sorry it got out of hand." She chuckled. "I am sorry too. I thought it'd be nice if I actually got a boyfriend out of this camp thing—"
"A boyfriend?"
"Yes, I thought you liked me."
"Sorry."
"You're right. You're so right! I was such a bitch."
"I forgive you."
"Thank you."
"Guess a lot has happened during this wacky camp trip, hasn't it?"
Chris leaned in and kissed Stephanie on the lips softly. "I guess it has."
*The End*