Chapter Eleven
Journal: Terry Chaney
Man, everything today is going to be hard. I even though last night, when I was writing those letters, it would be like a comedy, where I would talk with Billy and he would laugh at something I would say, then I would have his attention, and tell him exactly how I felt, and, hopefully, he would say something like, "I feel the same way," and I would get my first REAL kiss.
But so far, I've been walking around the lake, and I haven't found the guy. But I think I see SOMEONE on the floating dock... it's hard to tell. I'll probably end up swimming over there, before he does something stupid like try to drown himself. Oh, but I can't swim without a bathing suit, meaning I'll just HAVE to go to the tent and see Erica.
Might as well call Dr. Kavorkian now to put me outa my misery.
---
Terry attempted to look happy, as if nothing had happened, when she unzipped the door to her tent. She was planning on saying a nonchalant, 'hey,' to Erica, grabbing her suit, not saying anything else, and then changing in the wash house. But she couldn't exactly do that when she found Erica, writing in her journal, several tears slipping down her cheek.
"What's wrong?" Terry asked softly.
"Go away!" Erica told her hostily.
"No," Terry insisted, crossing her arms and entering the tent, "This is SO obviously about me. So now that I know that much, why don't you just tell me what's wrong and stop being so selfish."
Terry could tell her words hit Erica like darts, and her chunky friend impulsively looked up at Terry. As if Terry was some sort of cyborg with eyes that could control someone, Erica couldn't tear herself away.
"Ter," Erica said, almost ready to start sobbing, "Why did you have to ditch me last night?"
Terry almost threw her hands up in exasperation. "Well, I recall you saying, 'Fine, if you want to spend your time getting plastered with a bunch of superficial dorks, go to the party!' So I went. With a bunch of superficial dorks. And guess what? I had a good time! Carter Horton kissed me! I got drunk, so what? I'm still here!"
Erica looked at her as if the girl was crazy.
"Fine, Terry, now I'll tell you what I'M feeling. Ever since I told you about not being... ashamed that you're skinny now, you've been partying, fooling around with Carter Horton, stringing along that poor guy that works in the tuck shop--it's not right! I betcha those guys in their cottage are talking about Carter snagging you, and how you're like a prize to them. Would they ever do that if you were still fat?"
Terry almost growled. "They wouldn't do that... and Carter kissed ME! And I was drunk! Of course he thought I was sending him signals! God, it's almost like you WANT me to feel bad about my size--"
"I do."
Terry paused instantly, looking down at her crouching friend.
"I thought if you were happy, you and I would have a good time. But I didn't think you'd meet those guys... so, just to let you know, yeah, I'm fuckin' jealous of your size, if I could have it my way, you would be four hundred pounds. But I don't have it my way, and you've got two boys wrapped around your finger..."
Terry sighed heavily. "So this is JUST about my size... well, if you're really that jealous, I guess we're not as good of friends as we thought we were."
Then she grabbed her swimsuit and left.
***
Terry had never actually worn anything more revealing than a tankini before, but the bikini sure was comfortable. She looked down at her pale stomach, hoping that one of these days, she could get a good tan. Trying to think of anything besides her fight with Erica, she waded into the water.
It was cold against her skin, giving her goosebumps, but the only thing that chilled her out even more was Billy, sitting by himself on the floating dock. She knew that it was him, it had to be him! Billy was... well, he seemed like a sulker.
By the time she was up to her neck in the water, she could tell that Billy saw her, too. She swam faster, wanting to catch him incase he left--but then again, if he "left," he would only be closer to her. The lake was incredibly small, more of an oversized pond.
She swam closer, until she was about six feet from the doc. She stopped, shivered, and saw a tired-looking Billy in just his shorts, a wet t-shirt beside him. Terry almost smiled at how scrawny Billy was, but couldn't, because Billy looked so sad.
"Hi, Billy," she greeted carefully.
Billy's response was slinging his legs over and slipping into the water. He stayed underwater, the water sinking into his hair, his ears, anything. Finally, when he was water-logged, he surfaced, looking Terry in the eye.
"Did you say something?" he asked immaturely.
"Stop it," Terry warned, boarding the dock, "You obviously are embarassed about what you did last night. I would be, too. I mean, admitting in front of my worst enemy that I liked someone--"
"I was drunk."
"Barely," Terry corrected, "Billy, I don't care if you were smashed or what, you totally poured your heart out in front of me last night. And I don't think it makes you gay or anything," she continued, because Billy's face turned green at the 'pour your heart out' remark, "It just makes you... well, it makes you honest. So I'm going to be honest."
She swung her feet in front of her, smacking a puddle and splashing Billy's face.
"I like you."
Billy rolled his eyes. "Really?" he asked, uninterested, "We'd better tell Carter that. I think I need some purple 'round my other eye. You know, for a sense of symetry."
"Stop," she warned again, grabbing his wrist, "Or I'll drown you."
Inside, Billy knew that she was joking, but the girl was strong, and he realized, she could do it! He swung himself onto the dock. "So you like me, for real? Or is this just a joke?"
She smiled at him. "Totally real," she assured him.
He smiled back.
"Good. That's good."
***
Tod, George, and Alex half-expected Carter to go berserk when they saw Billy and Terry walking back to the cabin hand-in-hand. But, to their great shock, Carter sighed with relief and simled. "Good," they heard him breathe, "Good..."
Tod pulled Carter aside. "What's so good about that?"
Carter grinned. "The truth? I knew I had pissed Terry off, and if she didn't get with Hitchcockless, she would be totally harping on me for the rest of our high school years. Plus," he motioned Billy, who was tripping on his feet, "Hitchcock could use some 'guidance.'"
Tod looked up at Carter and smiled, "Man, we need girls..." he looked over to a blonde, much too old for either of them, and about a foot taller than Tod. She was playing frisbee with another bombshell, a huge golden lab running after the disc.
Tod, naiive and stupid, leaned to Carter. "What about one of them?"
Carter couldn't resist that one. "I say go for it. If you can't get either one, I'd start to question your sexuality."
Tod smiled hopefully and jogged over to the two older girls. He cleared his throat...
"Ahem... Hi... my name is Tod Wank--Waggner. Tod Waggner..." he noticed he was still standing too far and neither of them heard him. But the dog did. The dog, his tongue hanging dumbly out of his mouth, trotted over to Tod. Tod looked at the dog suspiciously, while the dog concentrated on Tod's leg, which, for some reason, had incredible sexual appeal...
The dog ran over to Tod and began humping his leg.
"Aw, fuck!" Tod cried, trying to shake the dog off, "Get off, you horny little bastard!" The two girls noticed this and ran over to the dog, laughing.
"Oh, my gosh!" the blonde one cried, "Ranger, get away from him!" The dog instantly listened to it's owner. Then she stared daggers at Tod. "What the hell are you doing here, shrimp?"
Tod pointed to the dog and stammered, "I was just leg-raped by your fuckin dog! I think I deserve some sort of appology... or pizza..."
The two girl rolled their eyes and scoffed at Tod's desperate attempt for scoring with these girls. Looking down, he shook his violated leg and walked back to Carter. "Carter, he growled, "You're dead."
Then, Carter laughed. And George laughed. Pretty soon, everyone, including Tod, was nearly on the ground in hysterics. "Christ, Tod," Billy muttered through laughs, "You're the only guy I know who skips the pussy and goes straight for the bitch!"
Everyone laughed harder at this. Finally, when Alex had practically pissed himself, they all straightened up. "You know who's missing right about now?" George asked suddenly.
Everyone instantly piped up their answer--"Clear."
***
Journal: Clear Rivers
Tomorrow I will be fifteen years old, and I am spending the day before my birthday faking sick like a little baby. Oh, I loved George's kiss, so why do I feel afraid of him? And Terry... we had so much fun, so why do I think she would never want to talk to me? Why am I waisting all this time asking myself 'why' when I should be telling myself what to do--and that's to Get Up and Get Over It.
That's because I'm a big wuss.
Great. The guys just came to the door, and Maralynn had to tell them that I'm 'not feeling well.' I'm sure none of them believe it for a minute. But I'd better close my window, just in case Tod tries to sneak through it.
~~~
How I wimped out in this chapter, I wrote it in a hurry. Here are more fun facts:
Fun fact #5: In the original script, Billy was described as being fat? What? No way... Seann William Scott is NOT FAT! He's incredibly SEXY!
Fun fact #6: Another Billy one, this one really bugged me--in the script, in Alex's first premonition, Billy never got back on the plane (remember, he was locked in the bathroom or something?) And, the original Billy Death was a lot more disturbing--they never actually filmed it, and you didn't see him die, either, but it was an accident involving his bike, and somehow he got his head impaled on a fire hydrant. Why must they forever attack his beautiful face?
Fun fact #7: This one is more disturbing than fun... Kerr Smith is 31...
Fun fact #8: Clear drives a Corolla.
Fun fact #9: I'm drunk on Pepsi.
Journal: Terry Chaney
Man, everything today is going to be hard. I even though last night, when I was writing those letters, it would be like a comedy, where I would talk with Billy and he would laugh at something I would say, then I would have his attention, and tell him exactly how I felt, and, hopefully, he would say something like, "I feel the same way," and I would get my first REAL kiss.
But so far, I've been walking around the lake, and I haven't found the guy. But I think I see SOMEONE on the floating dock... it's hard to tell. I'll probably end up swimming over there, before he does something stupid like try to drown himself. Oh, but I can't swim without a bathing suit, meaning I'll just HAVE to go to the tent and see Erica.
Might as well call Dr. Kavorkian now to put me outa my misery.
---
Terry attempted to look happy, as if nothing had happened, when she unzipped the door to her tent. She was planning on saying a nonchalant, 'hey,' to Erica, grabbing her suit, not saying anything else, and then changing in the wash house. But she couldn't exactly do that when she found Erica, writing in her journal, several tears slipping down her cheek.
"What's wrong?" Terry asked softly.
"Go away!" Erica told her hostily.
"No," Terry insisted, crossing her arms and entering the tent, "This is SO obviously about me. So now that I know that much, why don't you just tell me what's wrong and stop being so selfish."
Terry could tell her words hit Erica like darts, and her chunky friend impulsively looked up at Terry. As if Terry was some sort of cyborg with eyes that could control someone, Erica couldn't tear herself away.
"Ter," Erica said, almost ready to start sobbing, "Why did you have to ditch me last night?"
Terry almost threw her hands up in exasperation. "Well, I recall you saying, 'Fine, if you want to spend your time getting plastered with a bunch of superficial dorks, go to the party!' So I went. With a bunch of superficial dorks. And guess what? I had a good time! Carter Horton kissed me! I got drunk, so what? I'm still here!"
Erica looked at her as if the girl was crazy.
"Fine, Terry, now I'll tell you what I'M feeling. Ever since I told you about not being... ashamed that you're skinny now, you've been partying, fooling around with Carter Horton, stringing along that poor guy that works in the tuck shop--it's not right! I betcha those guys in their cottage are talking about Carter snagging you, and how you're like a prize to them. Would they ever do that if you were still fat?"
Terry almost growled. "They wouldn't do that... and Carter kissed ME! And I was drunk! Of course he thought I was sending him signals! God, it's almost like you WANT me to feel bad about my size--"
"I do."
Terry paused instantly, looking down at her crouching friend.
"I thought if you were happy, you and I would have a good time. But I didn't think you'd meet those guys... so, just to let you know, yeah, I'm fuckin' jealous of your size, if I could have it my way, you would be four hundred pounds. But I don't have it my way, and you've got two boys wrapped around your finger..."
Terry sighed heavily. "So this is JUST about my size... well, if you're really that jealous, I guess we're not as good of friends as we thought we were."
Then she grabbed her swimsuit and left.
***
Terry had never actually worn anything more revealing than a tankini before, but the bikini sure was comfortable. She looked down at her pale stomach, hoping that one of these days, she could get a good tan. Trying to think of anything besides her fight with Erica, she waded into the water.
It was cold against her skin, giving her goosebumps, but the only thing that chilled her out even more was Billy, sitting by himself on the floating dock. She knew that it was him, it had to be him! Billy was... well, he seemed like a sulker.
By the time she was up to her neck in the water, she could tell that Billy saw her, too. She swam faster, wanting to catch him incase he left--but then again, if he "left," he would only be closer to her. The lake was incredibly small, more of an oversized pond.
She swam closer, until she was about six feet from the doc. She stopped, shivered, and saw a tired-looking Billy in just his shorts, a wet t-shirt beside him. Terry almost smiled at how scrawny Billy was, but couldn't, because Billy looked so sad.
"Hi, Billy," she greeted carefully.
Billy's response was slinging his legs over and slipping into the water. He stayed underwater, the water sinking into his hair, his ears, anything. Finally, when he was water-logged, he surfaced, looking Terry in the eye.
"Did you say something?" he asked immaturely.
"Stop it," Terry warned, boarding the dock, "You obviously are embarassed about what you did last night. I would be, too. I mean, admitting in front of my worst enemy that I liked someone--"
"I was drunk."
"Barely," Terry corrected, "Billy, I don't care if you were smashed or what, you totally poured your heart out in front of me last night. And I don't think it makes you gay or anything," she continued, because Billy's face turned green at the 'pour your heart out' remark, "It just makes you... well, it makes you honest. So I'm going to be honest."
She swung her feet in front of her, smacking a puddle and splashing Billy's face.
"I like you."
Billy rolled his eyes. "Really?" he asked, uninterested, "We'd better tell Carter that. I think I need some purple 'round my other eye. You know, for a sense of symetry."
"Stop," she warned again, grabbing his wrist, "Or I'll drown you."
Inside, Billy knew that she was joking, but the girl was strong, and he realized, she could do it! He swung himself onto the dock. "So you like me, for real? Or is this just a joke?"
She smiled at him. "Totally real," she assured him.
He smiled back.
"Good. That's good."
***
Tod, George, and Alex half-expected Carter to go berserk when they saw Billy and Terry walking back to the cabin hand-in-hand. But, to their great shock, Carter sighed with relief and simled. "Good," they heard him breathe, "Good..."
Tod pulled Carter aside. "What's so good about that?"
Carter grinned. "The truth? I knew I had pissed Terry off, and if she didn't get with Hitchcockless, she would be totally harping on me for the rest of our high school years. Plus," he motioned Billy, who was tripping on his feet, "Hitchcock could use some 'guidance.'"
Tod looked up at Carter and smiled, "Man, we need girls..." he looked over to a blonde, much too old for either of them, and about a foot taller than Tod. She was playing frisbee with another bombshell, a huge golden lab running after the disc.
Tod, naiive and stupid, leaned to Carter. "What about one of them?"
Carter couldn't resist that one. "I say go for it. If you can't get either one, I'd start to question your sexuality."
Tod smiled hopefully and jogged over to the two older girls. He cleared his throat...
"Ahem... Hi... my name is Tod Wank--Waggner. Tod Waggner..." he noticed he was still standing too far and neither of them heard him. But the dog did. The dog, his tongue hanging dumbly out of his mouth, trotted over to Tod. Tod looked at the dog suspiciously, while the dog concentrated on Tod's leg, which, for some reason, had incredible sexual appeal...
The dog ran over to Tod and began humping his leg.
"Aw, fuck!" Tod cried, trying to shake the dog off, "Get off, you horny little bastard!" The two girls noticed this and ran over to the dog, laughing.
"Oh, my gosh!" the blonde one cried, "Ranger, get away from him!" The dog instantly listened to it's owner. Then she stared daggers at Tod. "What the hell are you doing here, shrimp?"
Tod pointed to the dog and stammered, "I was just leg-raped by your fuckin dog! I think I deserve some sort of appology... or pizza..."
The two girl rolled their eyes and scoffed at Tod's desperate attempt for scoring with these girls. Looking down, he shook his violated leg and walked back to Carter. "Carter, he growled, "You're dead."
Then, Carter laughed. And George laughed. Pretty soon, everyone, including Tod, was nearly on the ground in hysterics. "Christ, Tod," Billy muttered through laughs, "You're the only guy I know who skips the pussy and goes straight for the bitch!"
Everyone laughed harder at this. Finally, when Alex had practically pissed himself, they all straightened up. "You know who's missing right about now?" George asked suddenly.
Everyone instantly piped up their answer--"Clear."
***
Journal: Clear Rivers
Tomorrow I will be fifteen years old, and I am spending the day before my birthday faking sick like a little baby. Oh, I loved George's kiss, so why do I feel afraid of him? And Terry... we had so much fun, so why do I think she would never want to talk to me? Why am I waisting all this time asking myself 'why' when I should be telling myself what to do--and that's to Get Up and Get Over It.
That's because I'm a big wuss.
Great. The guys just came to the door, and Maralynn had to tell them that I'm 'not feeling well.' I'm sure none of them believe it for a minute. But I'd better close my window, just in case Tod tries to sneak through it.
~~~
How I wimped out in this chapter, I wrote it in a hurry. Here are more fun facts:
Fun fact #5: In the original script, Billy was described as being fat? What? No way... Seann William Scott is NOT FAT! He's incredibly SEXY!
Fun fact #6: Another Billy one, this one really bugged me--in the script, in Alex's first premonition, Billy never got back on the plane (remember, he was locked in the bathroom or something?) And, the original Billy Death was a lot more disturbing--they never actually filmed it, and you didn't see him die, either, but it was an accident involving his bike, and somehow he got his head impaled on a fire hydrant. Why must they forever attack his beautiful face?
Fun fact #7: This one is more disturbing than fun... Kerr Smith is 31...
Fun fact #8: Clear drives a Corolla.
Fun fact #9: I'm drunk on Pepsi.
