Chapter Five
Journals:
Billy Hitchcock
I just closed up all the cabinets and stuff in the shop. The night is totally dead and lonely, I don't even know how I'll get home. Mr. Baker left me two hours ago because I was getting the hang of it--finally! I actually wish I was still being a klutz so that I would have someone to bum a ride off of. Maybe I can arrange something with Terry...
Shut up, Billy!
Erg. Ever since I saw Terry this afternoon, I realized how much I like her. I mean, not just because she's got a huge chest now, or because she's a stick. I've always liked her, really, I just never realized it. Like she actually laughs at my jokes, and she's as big an outcast as me, I guess. I wonder what she'll be like at school now that she's... skinny.
Either way, I'll probably just sleep here in the shop. Or maybe I could find the Waggner's cottage and crash there. I don't think they're there. Maybe that wouldn't be a bad idea.
---
Carter Horton
Browning actually think he hurt me? Yeah, right.
I'll tell you what hurt. Comming through the door with a bloodied face in front of Mark, who was making out with his fling, Danielle. Then he had to go all concerned on me, meanwhile, I'm not sure what's more red--the blood on my lip or my cheeks. So, naturally, I slam the door of my room, and, of course, I remember two seconds after it falls down that it's broken. So Mark tapes a beach towel to the top of the frame, and while I'm trying to drown them out with my discman, I can still hear Danielle's shrill, high-pitched giggling.
Tomorrow everything will be better. Mark has already set things up for the party. Dozer already dropped off a few packs of Loaded Sodas. Then he's going to teach me how to make an electric popsicle. That'll be sweet...
---
George Waggner
Holy crap, Clear Rivers is hot.
---
Tod Waggner
Holy crap, George is crushing on Clear Rivers.
---
Alex Browning
Holy crap, and I thought this day wouldn't get any weirder, Billy Hitchcock just fell through the window.
---
"Billy?" George and Alex asked at the same time. Tod was speechless, something that happened rarely. Perhaps it was because one of his classmates had just fallen through the window of HIS cottage, seeing him in HIS boxers...
"Tod? George? Alex? What in all holy hell are you doing here?"
Alex crossed his arms over his chest. "Dumbass," he muttered, "It's THEIR cottage. What the fark are YOU doing here?"
Billy blushed. "I, er... I had to find some place to crash." He looked from side to side at their angry faces. "I couldn't get home! What did you want me to do? Sleep on the floating dock?"
Tod and Alex exchanged sinister glances. "Maybe that wouldn't be a bad idea."
Billy shook his head. "No way, man! Just let me sleep here for the night! I have nowhere to go! I'll be gone by seven tomorrow..."
Tod held up his hands. "Fine. But you're sleeping on the floor."
***
Terry and Erica giggled inside their tent, reading a stupid, superficial magazine, mocking the interviewed celebrities. Terry pointed at a picture of Jennifer Lopez. "We could all look as good as her," Terry began sarcastically, "If we had fat lyposuctioned out of our stomach and put into our ass and boobs."
Erica rolled her eyes. "Totally. I guess no one can be naturally skinny anymore. That would be a impossible. Come on, Terry, you don't think some people will resent you because you're skinny?"
Terry glared at her. "Like you?"
"Er... well, I mean, once you get back to school, people are going to be jealous. And you know that it's not your fault, right?"
"Right. So you're saying that I shouldn't be ashamed of being skinny?"
"Duh! Live it up! I mean, I wuld kill for a bod like yours, but what am I going to do? Build a machine that makes me skinny and you fat? Just let yourself go! Grab that Horton guy while you still can! He is SO yummy."
Terry blushed. "Yeah... Carter... He's pretty awesome."
Erica cocked her head. "You... you don't like him? Haven't you had a crush on him forever?" she asked, mimicking the way Terry had gushed about him that afternoon when they had arrived at the lake.
"Yeah, I would give anything to go out with him, but there's someone else," she mused. "I just like someone else." She was fire-engine red by now, hoping Erica would leave it alone.
But instead, Erica kept pushing. "Who is it? Is it... Alex Browning?"
Terry shook her head and pulled her sleeping bag over her face. "Good night, Erica."
Erica kept pressing her like a waffle iron. "Tod? Adrian? James? George? Oh, wait, was it that nerdy boy from the snack shop?"
Terry hoped that the pillow over her face was enough to conceal her blushing.
***
"Carter!" Mark hollered the next morning, "Wake up, man!"
Carter rolled over on his cot, the sun hitting his eyes like a cannon ball. Mark was standing over him, adjusting the blinds so that the sunlight went straight into his poor cousin's eyes. "What?" Carter moaned.
Mark yanked the comforter off of Carter, revealing his Futurama boxer shorts. "Dozer will be here any minute!"
Carter sat up stiffly and stared at his clock. "It's six thirty!" he protested, pulling the blanked over his shoulders, "What the hell would this guy be doing here at this hour?"
"Duh!" Mark insisted, rolling his eyes, "He's only been driving all night! He phoned me about two minutes ago. He's about fifteen minutes from the lake!"
Carter shook his head. This was not happening. "How are we going to have a party tonight if we can't stay awake? I'll be conked out by midnight!"
"Midnight? Are you kidding? The party will just be underway by then! Besides, two words for you, my cousin: spiked coffee."
Carter admitted defeat and slipped out of bed, shoving himself into a t-shirt. "You'll pay for this, man," he murmured, passing through his "door." He saw Danielle sleeping on the couch. "She's still here, man?" he asked, staring at the blonde. She stirred in her slumber.
Mark was fixing a kettle of coffee. Carter gazed up at his cousin's bare chest and a glint of something hit his eyes. It was silver and shiny... woah. Mark had a nipple ring!
"She needed someplace to stay. She doesn't really have a home. Like, she's like a really hot drifter. Only she just stays on the beach."
Carter shook his head disaprovingly. "Does it bug you that she basically used you? Like, you two suck face for two hours and then you're her hotel?"
Mark glared at him. "Piss off."
Journals:
Billy Hitchcock
I just closed up all the cabinets and stuff in the shop. The night is totally dead and lonely, I don't even know how I'll get home. Mr. Baker left me two hours ago because I was getting the hang of it--finally! I actually wish I was still being a klutz so that I would have someone to bum a ride off of. Maybe I can arrange something with Terry...
Shut up, Billy!
Erg. Ever since I saw Terry this afternoon, I realized how much I like her. I mean, not just because she's got a huge chest now, or because she's a stick. I've always liked her, really, I just never realized it. Like she actually laughs at my jokes, and she's as big an outcast as me, I guess. I wonder what she'll be like at school now that she's... skinny.
Either way, I'll probably just sleep here in the shop. Or maybe I could find the Waggner's cottage and crash there. I don't think they're there. Maybe that wouldn't be a bad idea.
---
Carter Horton
Browning actually think he hurt me? Yeah, right.
I'll tell you what hurt. Comming through the door with a bloodied face in front of Mark, who was making out with his fling, Danielle. Then he had to go all concerned on me, meanwhile, I'm not sure what's more red--the blood on my lip or my cheeks. So, naturally, I slam the door of my room, and, of course, I remember two seconds after it falls down that it's broken. So Mark tapes a beach towel to the top of the frame, and while I'm trying to drown them out with my discman, I can still hear Danielle's shrill, high-pitched giggling.
Tomorrow everything will be better. Mark has already set things up for the party. Dozer already dropped off a few packs of Loaded Sodas. Then he's going to teach me how to make an electric popsicle. That'll be sweet...
---
George Waggner
Holy crap, Clear Rivers is hot.
---
Tod Waggner
Holy crap, George is crushing on Clear Rivers.
---
Alex Browning
Holy crap, and I thought this day wouldn't get any weirder, Billy Hitchcock just fell through the window.
---
"Billy?" George and Alex asked at the same time. Tod was speechless, something that happened rarely. Perhaps it was because one of his classmates had just fallen through the window of HIS cottage, seeing him in HIS boxers...
"Tod? George? Alex? What in all holy hell are you doing here?"
Alex crossed his arms over his chest. "Dumbass," he muttered, "It's THEIR cottage. What the fark are YOU doing here?"
Billy blushed. "I, er... I had to find some place to crash." He looked from side to side at their angry faces. "I couldn't get home! What did you want me to do? Sleep on the floating dock?"
Tod and Alex exchanged sinister glances. "Maybe that wouldn't be a bad idea."
Billy shook his head. "No way, man! Just let me sleep here for the night! I have nowhere to go! I'll be gone by seven tomorrow..."
Tod held up his hands. "Fine. But you're sleeping on the floor."
***
Terry and Erica giggled inside their tent, reading a stupid, superficial magazine, mocking the interviewed celebrities. Terry pointed at a picture of Jennifer Lopez. "We could all look as good as her," Terry began sarcastically, "If we had fat lyposuctioned out of our stomach and put into our ass and boobs."
Erica rolled her eyes. "Totally. I guess no one can be naturally skinny anymore. That would be a impossible. Come on, Terry, you don't think some people will resent you because you're skinny?"
Terry glared at her. "Like you?"
"Er... well, I mean, once you get back to school, people are going to be jealous. And you know that it's not your fault, right?"
"Right. So you're saying that I shouldn't be ashamed of being skinny?"
"Duh! Live it up! I mean, I wuld kill for a bod like yours, but what am I going to do? Build a machine that makes me skinny and you fat? Just let yourself go! Grab that Horton guy while you still can! He is SO yummy."
Terry blushed. "Yeah... Carter... He's pretty awesome."
Erica cocked her head. "You... you don't like him? Haven't you had a crush on him forever?" she asked, mimicking the way Terry had gushed about him that afternoon when they had arrived at the lake.
"Yeah, I would give anything to go out with him, but there's someone else," she mused. "I just like someone else." She was fire-engine red by now, hoping Erica would leave it alone.
But instead, Erica kept pushing. "Who is it? Is it... Alex Browning?"
Terry shook her head and pulled her sleeping bag over her face. "Good night, Erica."
Erica kept pressing her like a waffle iron. "Tod? Adrian? James? George? Oh, wait, was it that nerdy boy from the snack shop?"
Terry hoped that the pillow over her face was enough to conceal her blushing.
***
"Carter!" Mark hollered the next morning, "Wake up, man!"
Carter rolled over on his cot, the sun hitting his eyes like a cannon ball. Mark was standing over him, adjusting the blinds so that the sunlight went straight into his poor cousin's eyes. "What?" Carter moaned.
Mark yanked the comforter off of Carter, revealing his Futurama boxer shorts. "Dozer will be here any minute!"
Carter sat up stiffly and stared at his clock. "It's six thirty!" he protested, pulling the blanked over his shoulders, "What the hell would this guy be doing here at this hour?"
"Duh!" Mark insisted, rolling his eyes, "He's only been driving all night! He phoned me about two minutes ago. He's about fifteen minutes from the lake!"
Carter shook his head. This was not happening. "How are we going to have a party tonight if we can't stay awake? I'll be conked out by midnight!"
"Midnight? Are you kidding? The party will just be underway by then! Besides, two words for you, my cousin: spiked coffee."
Carter admitted defeat and slipped out of bed, shoving himself into a t-shirt. "You'll pay for this, man," he murmured, passing through his "door." He saw Danielle sleeping on the couch. "She's still here, man?" he asked, staring at the blonde. She stirred in her slumber.
Mark was fixing a kettle of coffee. Carter gazed up at his cousin's bare chest and a glint of something hit his eyes. It was silver and shiny... woah. Mark had a nipple ring!
"She needed someplace to stay. She doesn't really have a home. Like, she's like a really hot drifter. Only she just stays on the beach."
Carter shook his head disaprovingly. "Does it bug you that she basically used you? Like, you two suck face for two hours and then you're her hotel?"
Mark glared at him. "Piss off."
