The end is almost near. *sighs heavilly* But I will be here forever--and not just in your minds! I am shooting out stories like a batting machine. I will soon post a Freaky Friday fic (which I think will be in misc. movies) and perhaps one similar to Go Ask Alice (misc. books) but for now, I have another two chappies to write! So read 'em!
Chapter Thirteen
That night, after a barbacue supper that everyone had attended (with the acception of Clear) Terry had slipped away from everyone. Billy wanted to follow her, but she told him she had to so something alone. She had almost seemed afraid. Billy was a little worried, until, at around seven, he looked out Tod and George's window to see Terry striding confidently to one of the back buildings.
Terry clutched her black leather jazz shoes protectively. When she had grabbed them out of the tent, Erica wasn't even there. She almost went to look for her, but she figured, who cares? The girl was totally jealous of her. And no matter how Terry looked, and friend who was a real friend would be happy. She shook her head and wandered up the wooden steps to the small building next to the wash house. The small wooden sign over the old door frame read "Rec Center."
Terry cracked a smile and walked through the large door. The man at the desk was probably fifty or sixty. "Hi there!" he greeted with a smile.
"Hi," Terry said softly, "I was wondering if I could use the gymnastics floor for one hour?" she thrust out a twenty dollar bill.
"No problem," the clerk replied, accepting the money, "Not that many kids are into the athletics these days. It's good to see one like you."
Terry flashed him one of her toothy smiles and took the stairs down to the gymnastics room. It was musty and empty, with a single window. That was the way she liked it. Terry removed her windbreaker, revealing her black leotard underneeth green baggy pants. She dug around and found an old cassette player. Popping one of her favourite tapes in, she muttered, "Go, me, go!"
Terry had always dreamt of becomming a cheerleader. Of course, she was always to heavy, but now, she could really persue it. She had done gymnastics and dance lessons for some time, but had quit when she was thirteen. Now, with all this free time on her hands, she would have time for more practicing.
The first song, an old 1995 'techno' song came on, and she stood close to the wall and went into a perfect handstand. She stayed in that position for a long time, thinking of everything. Erica, her ex-best friend. Billy, her boyfriend.
She smiled at the thought of Billy, almost dissapointed that they hadn't kissed on the dock, but hoping to do it soon. A strand of blonde curls popped into her view, and her head felt hot. She went back to standing, then went into a limber. She stared upside down at the dirty floor, thinking of how she would rather kiss that floor than talk to Erica again. She pushed the angry thoughts out of her head.
She collapsed onto her back and split her legs, her head touching the floor. The pain in her neck felt good. Good. Everything was good.
Sighing heavily when a slow song came on, she stood up and went to switch the tape. But then, she realized, it was one of her favourite songs, Be Like That by 3 Doors Down. She decided she needed to dance for now.
She started from one corner of the room and shassé'd her way to the other corner, ending in a scissor kick. Then she did her pas de bourées, each move getting faster. Finally, while she was on her sheané turns, her second time across the floor, she found herself coliding with a body.
Her feet tangled in the other person's feet. They both stumbled back and forth until they were in a heap on the floor.
Terry pried her eyes open and stared down into the other pair of eyes. "Billy!"
Billy grinned and stood up shakily, helping Terry up. "Sorry I followed you... I was just thinking maybe you were upset."
"Aww," Terry cooed happily, "You're so... sweet." She planted a kiss on his cheek.
He planted one on her lips.
***
"She told me to go to her roof," George explained to Carter, Tod, and Alex, seconds before he pulled on his (clean) sweater and walked out the door.
"Well," Tod began, sitting crosslegged, "He's got his night planned out. He's really into this one."
Alex rolled his eyes. "I know, Clear's great, but I don't get the purpose of dating. I'm not sure about Clear, but the few girls I've ever dated were acting like they were married to me or something." He put on a high voice. "'Alex, don't do that in front of my friends.' 'Alex, be a gentleman and pay for my food which I'll probably not finish anyways because I'm convinced I'm fat.'"
Everyone cracked up.
Carter shook his head. "Yeah, girls are real slavedrivers."
That second, Billy burst through the door. "I love girls!" he exclaimed.
Everyone stared at him.
"I just had the best ten minutes of my life. I got to see Terry Chaney dance, I kissed her, she kissed me..." he tossed his head back. "Thank you, God. Good things DO happen to bad people!" He laughed.
"Yeah," Tod said dryly, "The good man upstairs sure meant well for me when he send the dog from hell to bump uglies on my leg." He was truly freaked out by it. "And I guess I won a real lottery when two hot college girls think I came on to the dog."
Everyone laughed. Then Tod gazed out the window. "Oooh!" he exclaimed urgently, "My perv-o-meter is picking up signals--hot college girls entering wash house carrying towels... and the dog isn't with them!" He ran to the door. "If I don't come back..." he put on a patriotic look. "Remember me as a hero."
They snorted laughs as Tod jogged out the door, and watched out the window while their friend walked covertly alongo the sides of the cabin. "He never learns, does he?" Carter asked.
"Well, we've been friends since we were five. At this point, his antics are routine for me."
They all laughed.
"Okay," Billy whispered, "Terry'll be here in about fifteen minutes. Now that Tod's gone, we need to start planning their party."
Carter smirked. "Fine," he whispered as low as Billy, "But maybe it would be easier if we all talked in normal voices."
Billy's voice returned to norman. "'Kay."
"Carter," Alex began, taking charge, "Tomorrow, check Marc's cabin to see how many snacks and stuff are leftover from the bash. And has anyone gotten any ideas on how to get Clear out of the cabin?"
Carter raised his hand, as if he were in school. "I cooked something up with Mr. Waggner. He's gonna phone tomorrow and tell Maralynn he has a guitar that needs fixin'. Of course, Clear would jump at that, wouldn't she?"
Alex nodded. "Her woodshop marks are through the roof."
Carter continued on. "I'm sure Maralynn would let her go if Mr. W. asked, right?"
They all nodded.
"Good," Carter declared, "I am officially smarter than you guys!"
***
George stared at the wall of the cottage, thinking of how he would get to the roof. Jumping to Clear's window was no problem, but the roof...
'Come on George,' he told himself furiously, 'You're not captain of the basketball team for nothing.'
He set his eyes on the low roof, bent his knees, then sprank up, flailing his arms out trying to reach the roof. He sailed back down. He tried again... success! He latched onto the roof, his legs working frantically to grip SOMETHING. Finally, they pressed against the wall, and, with a great deal of struggle, he made his way up ontop of the roof.
He looked around, searching for Clear. Would she actually join him up here?
"George?" he heard someone say. He whirled around. "George, are you there?" the voice was Clear's, but it sounded like she was talking into a tin can or something. "If you're there, bang on the roof."
George, following Clear, banged his hand on the roof.
"Good! George, you're above my room. You can here me from the vent."
He looked to the side where he saw a windvent. He inched closer to it.
"George, I don't know if I'll actually SEE you for the rest of this trip, but, well, we can communicate this way."
He smiled. "It's kind of cool. Like a secret mission or something."
"Yeah," Clear agreed, "Listen, I wrote this song for you... I hope you don't think it's cheesy, but I'd really like to play for you."
George beamed with pride, and, even though he didn't say anything, Clear could tell that she had made him happy, just from the vibe she was getting.
"Okay," he told her, "Play."
Chapter Thirteen
That night, after a barbacue supper that everyone had attended (with the acception of Clear) Terry had slipped away from everyone. Billy wanted to follow her, but she told him she had to so something alone. She had almost seemed afraid. Billy was a little worried, until, at around seven, he looked out Tod and George's window to see Terry striding confidently to one of the back buildings.
Terry clutched her black leather jazz shoes protectively. When she had grabbed them out of the tent, Erica wasn't even there. She almost went to look for her, but she figured, who cares? The girl was totally jealous of her. And no matter how Terry looked, and friend who was a real friend would be happy. She shook her head and wandered up the wooden steps to the small building next to the wash house. The small wooden sign over the old door frame read "Rec Center."
Terry cracked a smile and walked through the large door. The man at the desk was probably fifty or sixty. "Hi there!" he greeted with a smile.
"Hi," Terry said softly, "I was wondering if I could use the gymnastics floor for one hour?" she thrust out a twenty dollar bill.
"No problem," the clerk replied, accepting the money, "Not that many kids are into the athletics these days. It's good to see one like you."
Terry flashed him one of her toothy smiles and took the stairs down to the gymnastics room. It was musty and empty, with a single window. That was the way she liked it. Terry removed her windbreaker, revealing her black leotard underneeth green baggy pants. She dug around and found an old cassette player. Popping one of her favourite tapes in, she muttered, "Go, me, go!"
Terry had always dreamt of becomming a cheerleader. Of course, she was always to heavy, but now, she could really persue it. She had done gymnastics and dance lessons for some time, but had quit when she was thirteen. Now, with all this free time on her hands, she would have time for more practicing.
The first song, an old 1995 'techno' song came on, and she stood close to the wall and went into a perfect handstand. She stayed in that position for a long time, thinking of everything. Erica, her ex-best friend. Billy, her boyfriend.
She smiled at the thought of Billy, almost dissapointed that they hadn't kissed on the dock, but hoping to do it soon. A strand of blonde curls popped into her view, and her head felt hot. She went back to standing, then went into a limber. She stared upside down at the dirty floor, thinking of how she would rather kiss that floor than talk to Erica again. She pushed the angry thoughts out of her head.
She collapsed onto her back and split her legs, her head touching the floor. The pain in her neck felt good. Good. Everything was good.
Sighing heavily when a slow song came on, she stood up and went to switch the tape. But then, she realized, it was one of her favourite songs, Be Like That by 3 Doors Down. She decided she needed to dance for now.
She started from one corner of the room and shassé'd her way to the other corner, ending in a scissor kick. Then she did her pas de bourées, each move getting faster. Finally, while she was on her sheané turns, her second time across the floor, she found herself coliding with a body.
Her feet tangled in the other person's feet. They both stumbled back and forth until they were in a heap on the floor.
Terry pried her eyes open and stared down into the other pair of eyes. "Billy!"
Billy grinned and stood up shakily, helping Terry up. "Sorry I followed you... I was just thinking maybe you were upset."
"Aww," Terry cooed happily, "You're so... sweet." She planted a kiss on his cheek.
He planted one on her lips.
***
"She told me to go to her roof," George explained to Carter, Tod, and Alex, seconds before he pulled on his (clean) sweater and walked out the door.
"Well," Tod began, sitting crosslegged, "He's got his night planned out. He's really into this one."
Alex rolled his eyes. "I know, Clear's great, but I don't get the purpose of dating. I'm not sure about Clear, but the few girls I've ever dated were acting like they were married to me or something." He put on a high voice. "'Alex, don't do that in front of my friends.' 'Alex, be a gentleman and pay for my food which I'll probably not finish anyways because I'm convinced I'm fat.'"
Everyone cracked up.
Carter shook his head. "Yeah, girls are real slavedrivers."
That second, Billy burst through the door. "I love girls!" he exclaimed.
Everyone stared at him.
"I just had the best ten minutes of my life. I got to see Terry Chaney dance, I kissed her, she kissed me..." he tossed his head back. "Thank you, God. Good things DO happen to bad people!" He laughed.
"Yeah," Tod said dryly, "The good man upstairs sure meant well for me when he send the dog from hell to bump uglies on my leg." He was truly freaked out by it. "And I guess I won a real lottery when two hot college girls think I came on to the dog."
Everyone laughed. Then Tod gazed out the window. "Oooh!" he exclaimed urgently, "My perv-o-meter is picking up signals--hot college girls entering wash house carrying towels... and the dog isn't with them!" He ran to the door. "If I don't come back..." he put on a patriotic look. "Remember me as a hero."
They snorted laughs as Tod jogged out the door, and watched out the window while their friend walked covertly alongo the sides of the cabin. "He never learns, does he?" Carter asked.
"Well, we've been friends since we were five. At this point, his antics are routine for me."
They all laughed.
"Okay," Billy whispered, "Terry'll be here in about fifteen minutes. Now that Tod's gone, we need to start planning their party."
Carter smirked. "Fine," he whispered as low as Billy, "But maybe it would be easier if we all talked in normal voices."
Billy's voice returned to norman. "'Kay."
"Carter," Alex began, taking charge, "Tomorrow, check Marc's cabin to see how many snacks and stuff are leftover from the bash. And has anyone gotten any ideas on how to get Clear out of the cabin?"
Carter raised his hand, as if he were in school. "I cooked something up with Mr. Waggner. He's gonna phone tomorrow and tell Maralynn he has a guitar that needs fixin'. Of course, Clear would jump at that, wouldn't she?"
Alex nodded. "Her woodshop marks are through the roof."
Carter continued on. "I'm sure Maralynn would let her go if Mr. W. asked, right?"
They all nodded.
"Good," Carter declared, "I am officially smarter than you guys!"
***
George stared at the wall of the cottage, thinking of how he would get to the roof. Jumping to Clear's window was no problem, but the roof...
'Come on George,' he told himself furiously, 'You're not captain of the basketball team for nothing.'
He set his eyes on the low roof, bent his knees, then sprank up, flailing his arms out trying to reach the roof. He sailed back down. He tried again... success! He latched onto the roof, his legs working frantically to grip SOMETHING. Finally, they pressed against the wall, and, with a great deal of struggle, he made his way up ontop of the roof.
He looked around, searching for Clear. Would she actually join him up here?
"George?" he heard someone say. He whirled around. "George, are you there?" the voice was Clear's, but it sounded like she was talking into a tin can or something. "If you're there, bang on the roof."
George, following Clear, banged his hand on the roof.
"Good! George, you're above my room. You can here me from the vent."
He looked to the side where he saw a windvent. He inched closer to it.
"George, I don't know if I'll actually SEE you for the rest of this trip, but, well, we can communicate this way."
He smiled. "It's kind of cool. Like a secret mission or something."
"Yeah," Clear agreed, "Listen, I wrote this song for you... I hope you don't think it's cheesy, but I'd really like to play for you."
George beamed with pride, and, even though he didn't say anything, Clear could tell that she had made him happy, just from the vibe she was getting.
"Okay," he told her, "Play."
