Chapter Ten
Journals: Clear Rivers
Things that went wrong with my life last night:
1. I got drunk for the first time in my life and threw up on George Waggner's shirt. (For some reason, though, he wasn't wearing it.)
2. My navel is pierced. When did that happen?
3. I fell asleep freezing and hungover in a soccer field.
4. For some reason, when I woke up, I wasn't wearing my bra.
5. I have a terrible headache.
6. I have no idea where Maralynn is, but I have a feeling I'm in a lot of trouble.
Things that went totally right:
1. George Waggner was possibly the most caring human being on the planet.
2. He helped me sneak back in.
3. He didn't mind when I threw up on his shirt.
4. He kissed me.
---
Billy Hitchcock
Reasons why life sucks:
1. Terry kissed Carter.
2. Carter kicked my ass.
3. I fell asleep in a paddle boat.
4. I got fired.
5. A dog pissed on my face.
6. I still have no way to get home.
The bright side:
1. I will definately get an A on my 'How I Spent My Summer Vacation' report. That, or an F for inapropriate content. But it'll be fun to write.
2. The giant purple mark on my face just may get me some pitty from girls. (Namely, Terry.)
3. I don't have to come to work--or go home--smelling like dog pee.
---
Alex Browning
Things I learned last night:
1. Clear Rivers is very sad when she's drunk,
2. Billy Hitchcock can drink and drink and can still sing on key.
3. Tod throws up after two drinks.
4. Terry pushes people off roofs after a few drinks.
5. Carter Horton isn't such a bad guy.
---
Carter Horton
Reasons why people are crazy:
Mark is crazy for thinking he got away with anything.
Alex is crazy for helping me out last night.
Clear is just plain crazy.
Billy is crazy for thinking he could beat me up.
I'm crazy for Terry. But I don't think she's crazy for me.
---
Terry Chaney
Letters I need to write:
Dear Clear,
I promise I am as fun sober as I am when I'm drunk--let's hang out sometime.
-
Dear Alex,
Sorry I pushed you off the roof. Really. If I hurt you, I swear I'll make it up to you. If it helps, I'm sure you got off lucky landing in the garden. You could have landed in that big pie of dog feces. Just don't ever bring it up in front of anyone or I'll do it again.
-
Dear Molson Company,
Your beer makes people do the following things: have fights with best friends, get navels pierced, kiss someone they don't want to, get snogged by the class jock, betray people they like, fall asleep in a soccer field, find unexplainable grass stains on their favourite shirt the "morning after" and push people off of roofs. Oh, and it tastes like pee. Please make an attempt at manufacturing a Molson Cooler, I've noticed that they're incredibly popular, and adictive. Maybe with the introduction of coolers, you would make enough money to recover when I sue your asses.
-
Dear Erica,
Fuck you.
-
Dear Carter,
You're a sucky kisser and you're all hands. Just so you know. No hard feelings. I don't hate your guts, I just don't think I'll ever speak to you again. I mean, you're cool and stuff, but there's someone else I like.
-
Dear Billy,
Sorry.
---
George Waggner
Clear barfed on my sweater.
She kept worried all night.
I think when I kissed her I got some of her puke in my mouth.
But I really like this girl.
***
Clear was scared at first. Terrified, wanted to run away and cry. She could barely lift her head, but she managed to stiffly pull on a presentable outfit, straighten her sticky hair out, and down about a whole bottle of mouthwash. Finally, when she looked like she had actually been sleeping all night instead of passing out in George's arms, she wandered outside.
"Maralynn?" she called, knowing the old woman was there because her car was in the parkway, "Maralynn!"
"I'm in the garden!" Maralynn called from the back. Clear followed the sound to where Maralynn was taking carrots out of the soil. "You look sick," Maralynn said sympathetically, "Are you okay?"
Clear was about to insist she was fine, but the she went into thinking mode. She was probably the laughing stalk around the Waggner's cabin. Did she really want to see them? "Actually," Clear said hoarsly, "I feel like I've got a cold coming on. I'm going to go back to sleep, okay?"
Maralynn nodded dumbly, obviously not knowing what was really wrong with her stepgranddaughter. Clear stumbled back into the cottage and pulled the comforter over her head, thinking of how she would show her face in front of, well, anyone.
***
Carter stretched awake. Everyone else was doing the same thing. For falling asleep on a floor, he had had a good sleep. Alex, who had graciously given up his bed to Terry, was next to him, also waking up. "Everyone here who's hungover," Alex mumbled tiredly, "Raise their hands."
Tod raised one hand, looking sick. The guy was NOT strong under the influence.
Terry raised both arms. "I wrote a letter in my journal to the Molson company last night complaining about their beer. It sucks. Maybe I'll send it someday."
Tod looked at her with a raised eyebrows. "You were drinking like a fish last night--and not just beer. You were hoarding the coolers and mixed drinks and shooters like there was no tomorrow. But then again, I DID have three Electric Popsicles."
Terry nodded with a small smile. "Those were good." Then she looked around. "You know, I have to go. I guess you guys want to do... guy things." Without saying good-bye, she ran out of the cottage.
"What was that about?" George mumbled.
"She's mad at me," Carter groaned, "'Cause I kissed her."
Everyone looked at him wide-eyed. Then Tod began to applaud. "Yeah!" he exclaimed, "You are now officially my hero--the first guy ever to suck face with the new improved Terry Chaney--"
"Well, she was drunk, Tod," Alex pointed out.
"Er, yeah, I forgot... Anyways, Carter, how did it feel?"
Carter shrugged. "I kind of forget it... but she didn't really kiss back."
"Duh," George put in, always observant, "Haven't you seen her with Hitchcock? He gets all tongue-tied and awkward around her--moreso! And she gets this big smile, like he's just the cleverest guy in the world... and we all know he's not."
~~~
Chapter done! Wow, for once I feel like I've accomplished something! So here's a lil celebration feature:
Fun fact #1: When I mentioned Clear chugging mouthwash, it gave me a good memory from someone else's experience--if you swallow enough mouthwash, it is intoxicating. I'm not sure how much will kill you, but about two bottles will get you good and drunk.
Fun fact #2: Electric popsicles are a real drink, and real yummy! (Though I've only been allowed to have a few drinks, I am way too young to have a full one.) They're blue and easy to make at home.
Fun fact #3: I'm not too sure about my source on this, but it apparently took 64% of FD viewers twenty-five minutes of the first movie to realize that Clear's name was not Claire. I was probably one of those viewers.
Fun fact #4: I can count!
Journals: Clear Rivers
Things that went wrong with my life last night:
1. I got drunk for the first time in my life and threw up on George Waggner's shirt. (For some reason, though, he wasn't wearing it.)
2. My navel is pierced. When did that happen?
3. I fell asleep freezing and hungover in a soccer field.
4. For some reason, when I woke up, I wasn't wearing my bra.
5. I have a terrible headache.
6. I have no idea where Maralynn is, but I have a feeling I'm in a lot of trouble.
Things that went totally right:
1. George Waggner was possibly the most caring human being on the planet.
2. He helped me sneak back in.
3. He didn't mind when I threw up on his shirt.
4. He kissed me.
---
Billy Hitchcock
Reasons why life sucks:
1. Terry kissed Carter.
2. Carter kicked my ass.
3. I fell asleep in a paddle boat.
4. I got fired.
5. A dog pissed on my face.
6. I still have no way to get home.
The bright side:
1. I will definately get an A on my 'How I Spent My Summer Vacation' report. That, or an F for inapropriate content. But it'll be fun to write.
2. The giant purple mark on my face just may get me some pitty from girls. (Namely, Terry.)
3. I don't have to come to work--or go home--smelling like dog pee.
---
Alex Browning
Things I learned last night:
1. Clear Rivers is very sad when she's drunk,
2. Billy Hitchcock can drink and drink and can still sing on key.
3. Tod throws up after two drinks.
4. Terry pushes people off roofs after a few drinks.
5. Carter Horton isn't such a bad guy.
---
Carter Horton
Reasons why people are crazy:
Mark is crazy for thinking he got away with anything.
Alex is crazy for helping me out last night.
Clear is just plain crazy.
Billy is crazy for thinking he could beat me up.
I'm crazy for Terry. But I don't think she's crazy for me.
---
Terry Chaney
Letters I need to write:
Dear Clear,
I promise I am as fun sober as I am when I'm drunk--let's hang out sometime.
-
Dear Alex,
Sorry I pushed you off the roof. Really. If I hurt you, I swear I'll make it up to you. If it helps, I'm sure you got off lucky landing in the garden. You could have landed in that big pie of dog feces. Just don't ever bring it up in front of anyone or I'll do it again.
-
Dear Molson Company,
Your beer makes people do the following things: have fights with best friends, get navels pierced, kiss someone they don't want to, get snogged by the class jock, betray people they like, fall asleep in a soccer field, find unexplainable grass stains on their favourite shirt the "morning after" and push people off of roofs. Oh, and it tastes like pee. Please make an attempt at manufacturing a Molson Cooler, I've noticed that they're incredibly popular, and adictive. Maybe with the introduction of coolers, you would make enough money to recover when I sue your asses.
-
Dear Erica,
Fuck you.
-
Dear Carter,
You're a sucky kisser and you're all hands. Just so you know. No hard feelings. I don't hate your guts, I just don't think I'll ever speak to you again. I mean, you're cool and stuff, but there's someone else I like.
-
Dear Billy,
Sorry.
---
George Waggner
Clear barfed on my sweater.
She kept worried all night.
I think when I kissed her I got some of her puke in my mouth.
But I really like this girl.
***
Clear was scared at first. Terrified, wanted to run away and cry. She could barely lift her head, but she managed to stiffly pull on a presentable outfit, straighten her sticky hair out, and down about a whole bottle of mouthwash. Finally, when she looked like she had actually been sleeping all night instead of passing out in George's arms, she wandered outside.
"Maralynn?" she called, knowing the old woman was there because her car was in the parkway, "Maralynn!"
"I'm in the garden!" Maralynn called from the back. Clear followed the sound to where Maralynn was taking carrots out of the soil. "You look sick," Maralynn said sympathetically, "Are you okay?"
Clear was about to insist she was fine, but the she went into thinking mode. She was probably the laughing stalk around the Waggner's cabin. Did she really want to see them? "Actually," Clear said hoarsly, "I feel like I've got a cold coming on. I'm going to go back to sleep, okay?"
Maralynn nodded dumbly, obviously not knowing what was really wrong with her stepgranddaughter. Clear stumbled back into the cottage and pulled the comforter over her head, thinking of how she would show her face in front of, well, anyone.
***
Carter stretched awake. Everyone else was doing the same thing. For falling asleep on a floor, he had had a good sleep. Alex, who had graciously given up his bed to Terry, was next to him, also waking up. "Everyone here who's hungover," Alex mumbled tiredly, "Raise their hands."
Tod raised one hand, looking sick. The guy was NOT strong under the influence.
Terry raised both arms. "I wrote a letter in my journal to the Molson company last night complaining about their beer. It sucks. Maybe I'll send it someday."
Tod looked at her with a raised eyebrows. "You were drinking like a fish last night--and not just beer. You were hoarding the coolers and mixed drinks and shooters like there was no tomorrow. But then again, I DID have three Electric Popsicles."
Terry nodded with a small smile. "Those were good." Then she looked around. "You know, I have to go. I guess you guys want to do... guy things." Without saying good-bye, she ran out of the cottage.
"What was that about?" George mumbled.
"She's mad at me," Carter groaned, "'Cause I kissed her."
Everyone looked at him wide-eyed. Then Tod began to applaud. "Yeah!" he exclaimed, "You are now officially my hero--the first guy ever to suck face with the new improved Terry Chaney--"
"Well, she was drunk, Tod," Alex pointed out.
"Er, yeah, I forgot... Anyways, Carter, how did it feel?"
Carter shrugged. "I kind of forget it... but she didn't really kiss back."
"Duh," George put in, always observant, "Haven't you seen her with Hitchcock? He gets all tongue-tied and awkward around her--moreso! And she gets this big smile, like he's just the cleverest guy in the world... and we all know he's not."
~~~
Chapter done! Wow, for once I feel like I've accomplished something! So here's a lil celebration feature:
Fun fact #1: When I mentioned Clear chugging mouthwash, it gave me a good memory from someone else's experience--if you swallow enough mouthwash, it is intoxicating. I'm not sure how much will kill you, but about two bottles will get you good and drunk.
Fun fact #2: Electric popsicles are a real drink, and real yummy! (Though I've only been allowed to have a few drinks, I am way too young to have a full one.) They're blue and easy to make at home.
Fun fact #3: I'm not too sure about my source on this, but it apparently took 64% of FD viewers twenty-five minutes of the first movie to realize that Clear's name was not Claire. I was probably one of those viewers.
Fun fact #4: I can count!
