Jimmy
Food. Sean. A tummy rub. A hug.
That's what I was missing.
I roamed the halls, looking for someone to comfort me.
Sean always claimed I was too needy. I wasn't that needy. I missed Sean.
It was past the ten-thirty curfew and Sean hadn't come back from wherever, which meant if he didn't get back soon, it would just be me and Floom-Floom in Room 403 that night, and that bear really was kinda scary. [AN: I don't know if Sean and Jimmy are in Room 403 or not, but 403 is my area code so I used it :)] Sean was also going to be neck deep in trouble for being late when he got back.
"Denise!" I yelled, seeing her come down the hallway. "Hug?"
"Aww, Jimmy, you're such a teddy bear," she said and gave me a hug. "GUAWK--Air!"
"Oh. Sorry," I chuckled, loosening my grip on her. "Have you seen Sean?"
"No," she replied, smoothing down her shirt. "Last I saw him, he was still moping by the pool."
"So judging by his similarity to a snail today, he could not have gotten very far so I'll go check there!" I decided, mentally condoning myself for being brainiacity.
Alex was doing something to Ashley's red hair when I got to the pool deck. I saw no Sean. But I flopped down on the chair Ashley was stretched out on.
"Dude, why are you tying her hair in knots?" I asked.
"WHAT?" Ashley screamed. "Alex, if I get so much as a single split end--"
"I'm just braiding it," Alex protested. "Ash, don't worry, Jimmy knows nothing about hair. It's why he always has a hat on."
"I take offense," I told him. "Where's Sean?"
"Who knows?" he said. "Who cares? You should put a bell around his neck or get a leash or something."
"Fine!" I cried in a huff. "MAX!"
Max looked in my direction critically. I ran to the other side of the deck to where Max and Cassidy were lounging in the pool, but I wiped out on a puddle. "Augchck--that's gonna need some ice…" I crawled to my feet and finally reached the poolside. "Max!"
"Yes, Jimmy," he muttered.
Max seemed to need an attitude adjustment today. Actually, every day. But he was still cool. I wished I could need an attitude adjustment like Max. Because he was cool. He got girls.
"Have you seen Sean?"
Rolling his eyes, he turned back to Cassidy and dunked her. She came up sputtering and laughing, and splashed him.
I waited for awhile to get a reply.
Max looked up at me eventually. "You're still here?"
"In the flesh!"
"You didn't notice how I was ignoring you?"
"Uh, nope!"
Cassidy smiled at me. "The last time I saw Sean, he was kicking Tamira's butt at foosball."
"Thanks CASSIDY," I grumbled pointedly, and set out to find Tamira.
Two people I didn't actually know were occupying the foosball table. I set down the hallway to Ashley and Tamira's cabin. I was getting a lot of exercise. It reminded me that I was still hungry.
Peeking my head in the room, I saw Tams sitting on her bed and reading. "Pizza delivery," I called.
She looked up with a smile I didn't usually receive from other girls for some reason I was not aware of. "Hi Jimmy. Come in."
I cannonballed on to her bed. She dove on to the floor just in time. I liked Tamira. She was smart. "Are you holding my best friend hostage in here?" I asked.
"Who, Mr. Cherry?"
"I don't believe in Mr. Cherry anymore," I said in my duh voice. "Captain Ballard says he was only imaginary. I meant Sean."
"Oh THAT best friend."
"I miss Mr. Cherry," I sighed.
"Yes, Jimmy, we all do."
I took my attention away from the sad memory of my former friend, a clown I had dubbed Mr. Cherry because he had a big red nose. "Anyway, are you hiding Sean in some sort of secret annex in your closet?"
She grinned. "Yep. He's my little Anne Frank."
"Little buddy?" I called, going over to her closet and rifling through its contents. "Sean? Are you in here?"
"Jimmy, I was kidding," she laughed. "Sean's down at the beach."
"At eleven o'clock at night?" A horrifying thought occurred to me. "Is he skinny dipping without ME?"
"No…But I don't understand why you want to go skinny-dipping with another male," she muttered. "He's meeting Zoey."
"The evil Canadian?"
"She's not evil, she's nice!"
"She didn't make you puke."
"That's true. She must be evil then." She smiled, looking quite proud of herself. "Wanna hear a secret?"
"Is it about the gambling pig conspiracy?" I asked, excited.
"Noo…" Tamira stared at me. "Um…nooo…what about gambling pigs?"
"Nothing," I said quickly. "Never mind. I said nothing. We never had this conversation."
"Okay." She gave me one last questioning look before she went on. "Okay. I told Sean to go take a walk along the beach so that he could think on his last night here and stuff, right, because here everyone bugs him and stuff and so he went and that's where he is, but I also went to see Zoey today at the restaurant that made you puke and I told her to go down to the beach too but I told her why to go there but I didn't tell Sean because then he wouldn't go so they're both at the beach being reunited!"
"You talk really fast!" I observed. "So, let me get this straight." I made a few calculations in my head. "Run that by me again."
"Sean and Zoey are saying goodbye."
"Sick. I hope not with their tongues."
"Well, they have been gone for an awfully long time."
"That's gross. He'd better not be kissing that crafty Canadian."
Tamira sighed. "Young love."
"She's gonna make me puke again."
"Not in my room, you're not."
