NOTE: I would just like to say, for those who would understand the
importance (i.e. Q, at this point, the rest of you will get it later!) I
was listening to no other than the Half-Steps as I wrote this chapter :D
Thanks for all the reviews guys!!! You all are the best, and why I keep writing! And Laura for her whole slew of reviews =) and Rain for being a Mighty Ducks fan! Haha, Jesse is like the best character! Or was I guess... tis a shame he disappeared, hmmm.
Moving on...
Dinner, at the moment, was a chaotic bedlam. Q has slipped into another one of her crying fits, this time triggered by her glasses which had slipped quickly off her nose and landed *splat* in the messy green slop of food on her plate.
As she sobbed, random words could be heard hiccupping out of her mouth, "...now I... can't see... gross... why did... everyone thinks..."
Laney and KP exchanged glances, and smiled slightly at each other. It was just another aspect of Q they had come to know and love. The boys on the other hand were just as taken aback as they had been the day before at her hole, all staring down the table silently. All except Squid who leapt promptly into action.
As he was sitting across from her, he merely needed to reach out and pluck the glasses out of the goop. He dunked them briskly in his glass of water, and swished them around until almost all the particles of green had vanished and sunk to the bottom of his glass. He pulled them out, dried them slightly on his orange jumpsuit, and placed them down in front of her.
She looked up, "*sniff*... thanks..." she choked out, putting the glasses back on her face, and whipping her face dry.
"Anytime, Sketch," he offered casually and continued with his eating. All the boys slowly followed Squid's lead, and turned back to their food.
"You are one crrrazy spaz," Armpit told Q, shaking his head.
"Spaz! That's was spaz! This is spaz!" Q told him, before falling into a state of random twitching. She arms and legs spasmed around her, and she accidentally smacked Magnet in the face, but even that didn't stop her. Her face, too, contorted with twinges of the eyes and mouth, which were shut very tight. It was by pure luck that she managed not to fall off of her seat.
Finally, she began to settle down, and her body stilled itself.
"Man, you're almost as good as Twitch there," X-Ray commented, nodding towards the anxious boy.
"ALMOST as good?" Magnet countered, "She's like, the twitch master!"
"Nah, no one could be twitchier than Twitch," Caveman disagreed.
"You wanna bet on that?" Squid entered the conversation, "I bet shecould totally out twitch him."
"Naw man, I've gotta be true to my boys. Twitch is still the master," Armpit interjected.
Zigzag shook his head, "There's only one way to solve this," he said, eyes open wide with excitement, "A twitching contest. Tomorrow night after digging. Wreck room."
Everyone agreed that this was a fair solution, except for Twitch who was rather nervous about being the center of attention the next day. But then again, when isn't Twitch nervous? And so the competition was on.
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The next day buzzed with excitement. Every camper had strong opinions on who would whose ass in the competition, and they began placing bets with their shower tokens (all except Armpit, who people refused to take shower tokens from).
Digging went surprisingly fast, as everyone was looking forward to the events of the evening, and not thinking about the pain in their hands and backs. Once they had finished their own holes, the campers walked over to Q and Twitch, threw them aside so as to save their energy, and all worked collectively to finish their holes as well.
The kids who finished their showers first rushed to the Wreck Room to help set up an area for the competition. They pulled all the chairs, and any other objects that could be used as a seat, around the edges of the room, and pushed the pool table, tv, and other items off to the sides to provide a nice wide twitching arena.
By the time Q and Twitch arrived (they came later than most, because they had been gifted with extra long showers thanks to the other boys and gals of the camp, who wanted them to be in top position) every seat was filled, and the room was bubbling with noise, which slowly quieted to an anxious murmur as Sketch and Twitch made their way into the center of the room.
X- Ray stood up, and introduced the competition, and competitors, to the other campers as if they didn't already know. Everyone was sitting high on the edges of their chairs when X-Ray finally said, "Ready... Set... TWITCH!"
And after only a moment's hesitation, they were off! At first it was impossible to even see the limbs or faces of the two contestants as they were vibrating so quickly with their twitching. They were no more than blurs of color whipping across the floor jaggedly. Once the first 15 minutes or so had passed both contestants slowed down to a more steady pace, and those still spastic and quick, it was possible for the audience to now see the twitching action clearly and the determination in both of the scrunched up faces.
Q's glasses had long since fallen off, and Squid lunged forward and grabbed them away from the danger of the floor. The room was a ruckus of cheers, catcalls, chants, laughter, and awe.
"Sketch is creepy, short and fast, Watch her kick some twitching ass!"
"Twitch! Twitch! It's in the name, you little boy, you got game!"
"Hey hey! Ho ho! Sketch's twitch has got the flow!"
"1, 2, 3, 4, Twitch is our mad twitching whore!"
"Ow OW! Look at that girl go!" Magnet catcalled to Quimby.
So the cheers were lame, REALLY lame, but everyone was way too into the match to worry much about how stupid they looked. (Besides, they were better than CVU's cheers, as was shown at the Rebels hockey game. *cough*). Laney and KP were sitting together on a couch, talking quietly to each other, but obviously very amused that Sketch's twitching talent, that she had always possessed, was finally coming in handy. They contributed to the yelling with random outbursts of odd words such as "Onibla! Onibla!!" and "Sinep, Q... Stoob!" but no one thought to question them on their weird vocabulary.
Once an hour had passed, the twitching has slowed considerably. Q and Twitch were both laying on the floor curled up, each twitching some part of their body atleast once every 10 seconds or so. And then they both fell still, exhausted, and the hubbub from the crowd died down into a few hushed whispers as everyone leaned forward, many people holding their breaths.
Was that it? Were they both done? Was it going to be a tie? No one was sure, and people began to look to X-Ray to guide them on what to do next. But then it happened. The whole crowd witnessed, though some only out of the corners of their eyes, Q's toe, with one last great effort, pitch forward in a move of glory, before collapsing back into place.
"IT'S OVER!" X-Ray mediated, "SKETCH IS THE WINNER! By the toe of her boot!"
"Can you believe it?!" Laney looked excitedly towards KP, "Q won by her stoob! She'll be so excited."
"Whenever we can tell her, which will be when she regains consciousness I suppose..." KP looked slightly worriedly at the center of the room, where Magnet, Squid, Zigzag and Caveman were now helping the slumping Q and Twitch to their feet. Throughout the room people could be heard exchanging shower tokens, half of the campers glowing in victory, and the other half grumbling at defeat. But even their grumbling was not in bad temper, for everyone was still too energized and thrilled from the excitement of the event, and they all left for dinner in good spirits.
The last to leave were obviously Q and Twitch, being half dragged along by the four boys who stayed to support them. And of course Laney and KP stayed too, to congratulate their friends on their high-quality twitching.
Q looked up, looked around a bit confused, and then murmured, "Just tell Sam... tell Sam... I'm his number one stalker."
KP and Laney looked at her knowingly and said a solemn, "Amen." But Squid's face glowered at this as he watched them.
Twitch, too, began to reanimate, "What? What?? Where's the car? I can do it. oooh, yeah, just let me behind that wheel. Oooh baby, vroom vroom. That's the ticket!"
No one bothered to inform Twitch that he was not inside a car. They figured he was happier that way.
Dinner was all just talk of the competition. Everyone was recapping the action, and embellishing the stories (as if the other campers hadn't been watching anyway!). The stories had been so glorified that within half an hour Sketch and Twitch were Camp Green Lake legends for always and eternity.
Dinner seemed to be good for Sketch and Twitch, too, who began to recover from their exhausting feat. As they gulped down the food and they water, their eyes slowly lit up, and they became more active and talkative. Both received constant hand shakes, pats on the back, compliments, and smiles.
When dinner had ended everyone filed out of the mess hall, still in a glow of excited chatter. Quimby, who had eaten and drunk more than the rest of the table after all her exercise of the day, rushed to bring her plate up, and ended up being the last to leave.
When she exited the building she found Squid standing just outside the door, leaning on the frame.
"Good job today," he congratulated her, "You're quite the twitcher."
"Oh yes," she replied, though she had blushed slightly, "It's a talent I've always possessed. Twitching comes in handy all the time you know. That's how you dance to techno music! Or how I do at least, I don't know what normal people do. Techno music... you know what that makes me think of? The Mighty Ducks. You see, there was tecno music in this one movie that an actor was with an actor who was in another movie whose sister was in a band that had a bass player who went to the same high school as a boy who was in a movie with Dean Portman!" She said it all proudly, and paused to take a breath, but Squid stopped her before she could go on.
Without saying a word, he leaned over and lightly kissed Q on the cheek. Q's eyes grew wide, and her cheeks blushed brightly. It seemed to Squid that her eye even did a slight twitch.
"Well..." was all her said, before smiling and turning to saunter back to D tent, whistling as he did so.
Q could do nothing more than stand in fascination. For some girls, a kiss of the cheek might have meant nothing, but for Q it was a BIG DEAL. I mean, the girl had never even held hands romantically before! What. Just. Happened. OhmystoobIjustgotkissedbyahotlikeMacaluayCulkinboy, her mind was racing.
All of a sudden she squealed in a piercingly high voice, and, impatient to tell Laney and KP the news, she ran off towards G tent, her arms and legs flailing out to all sides.
Thanks for all the reviews guys!!! You all are the best, and why I keep writing! And Laura for her whole slew of reviews =) and Rain for being a Mighty Ducks fan! Haha, Jesse is like the best character! Or was I guess... tis a shame he disappeared, hmmm.
Moving on...
Dinner, at the moment, was a chaotic bedlam. Q has slipped into another one of her crying fits, this time triggered by her glasses which had slipped quickly off her nose and landed *splat* in the messy green slop of food on her plate.
As she sobbed, random words could be heard hiccupping out of her mouth, "...now I... can't see... gross... why did... everyone thinks..."
Laney and KP exchanged glances, and smiled slightly at each other. It was just another aspect of Q they had come to know and love. The boys on the other hand were just as taken aback as they had been the day before at her hole, all staring down the table silently. All except Squid who leapt promptly into action.
As he was sitting across from her, he merely needed to reach out and pluck the glasses out of the goop. He dunked them briskly in his glass of water, and swished them around until almost all the particles of green had vanished and sunk to the bottom of his glass. He pulled them out, dried them slightly on his orange jumpsuit, and placed them down in front of her.
She looked up, "*sniff*... thanks..." she choked out, putting the glasses back on her face, and whipping her face dry.
"Anytime, Sketch," he offered casually and continued with his eating. All the boys slowly followed Squid's lead, and turned back to their food.
"You are one crrrazy spaz," Armpit told Q, shaking his head.
"Spaz! That's was spaz! This is spaz!" Q told him, before falling into a state of random twitching. She arms and legs spasmed around her, and she accidentally smacked Magnet in the face, but even that didn't stop her. Her face, too, contorted with twinges of the eyes and mouth, which were shut very tight. It was by pure luck that she managed not to fall off of her seat.
Finally, she began to settle down, and her body stilled itself.
"Man, you're almost as good as Twitch there," X-Ray commented, nodding towards the anxious boy.
"ALMOST as good?" Magnet countered, "She's like, the twitch master!"
"Nah, no one could be twitchier than Twitch," Caveman disagreed.
"You wanna bet on that?" Squid entered the conversation, "I bet shecould totally out twitch him."
"Naw man, I've gotta be true to my boys. Twitch is still the master," Armpit interjected.
Zigzag shook his head, "There's only one way to solve this," he said, eyes open wide with excitement, "A twitching contest. Tomorrow night after digging. Wreck room."
Everyone agreed that this was a fair solution, except for Twitch who was rather nervous about being the center of attention the next day. But then again, when isn't Twitch nervous? And so the competition was on.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next day buzzed with excitement. Every camper had strong opinions on who would whose ass in the competition, and they began placing bets with their shower tokens (all except Armpit, who people refused to take shower tokens from).
Digging went surprisingly fast, as everyone was looking forward to the events of the evening, and not thinking about the pain in their hands and backs. Once they had finished their own holes, the campers walked over to Q and Twitch, threw them aside so as to save their energy, and all worked collectively to finish their holes as well.
The kids who finished their showers first rushed to the Wreck Room to help set up an area for the competition. They pulled all the chairs, and any other objects that could be used as a seat, around the edges of the room, and pushed the pool table, tv, and other items off to the sides to provide a nice wide twitching arena.
By the time Q and Twitch arrived (they came later than most, because they had been gifted with extra long showers thanks to the other boys and gals of the camp, who wanted them to be in top position) every seat was filled, and the room was bubbling with noise, which slowly quieted to an anxious murmur as Sketch and Twitch made their way into the center of the room.
X- Ray stood up, and introduced the competition, and competitors, to the other campers as if they didn't already know. Everyone was sitting high on the edges of their chairs when X-Ray finally said, "Ready... Set... TWITCH!"
And after only a moment's hesitation, they were off! At first it was impossible to even see the limbs or faces of the two contestants as they were vibrating so quickly with their twitching. They were no more than blurs of color whipping across the floor jaggedly. Once the first 15 minutes or so had passed both contestants slowed down to a more steady pace, and those still spastic and quick, it was possible for the audience to now see the twitching action clearly and the determination in both of the scrunched up faces.
Q's glasses had long since fallen off, and Squid lunged forward and grabbed them away from the danger of the floor. The room was a ruckus of cheers, catcalls, chants, laughter, and awe.
"Sketch is creepy, short and fast, Watch her kick some twitching ass!"
"Twitch! Twitch! It's in the name, you little boy, you got game!"
"Hey hey! Ho ho! Sketch's twitch has got the flow!"
"1, 2, 3, 4, Twitch is our mad twitching whore!"
"Ow OW! Look at that girl go!" Magnet catcalled to Quimby.
So the cheers were lame, REALLY lame, but everyone was way too into the match to worry much about how stupid they looked. (Besides, they were better than CVU's cheers, as was shown at the Rebels hockey game. *cough*). Laney and KP were sitting together on a couch, talking quietly to each other, but obviously very amused that Sketch's twitching talent, that she had always possessed, was finally coming in handy. They contributed to the yelling with random outbursts of odd words such as "Onibla! Onibla!!" and "Sinep, Q... Stoob!" but no one thought to question them on their weird vocabulary.
Once an hour had passed, the twitching has slowed considerably. Q and Twitch were both laying on the floor curled up, each twitching some part of their body atleast once every 10 seconds or so. And then they both fell still, exhausted, and the hubbub from the crowd died down into a few hushed whispers as everyone leaned forward, many people holding their breaths.
Was that it? Were they both done? Was it going to be a tie? No one was sure, and people began to look to X-Ray to guide them on what to do next. But then it happened. The whole crowd witnessed, though some only out of the corners of their eyes, Q's toe, with one last great effort, pitch forward in a move of glory, before collapsing back into place.
"IT'S OVER!" X-Ray mediated, "SKETCH IS THE WINNER! By the toe of her boot!"
"Can you believe it?!" Laney looked excitedly towards KP, "Q won by her stoob! She'll be so excited."
"Whenever we can tell her, which will be when she regains consciousness I suppose..." KP looked slightly worriedly at the center of the room, where Magnet, Squid, Zigzag and Caveman were now helping the slumping Q and Twitch to their feet. Throughout the room people could be heard exchanging shower tokens, half of the campers glowing in victory, and the other half grumbling at defeat. But even their grumbling was not in bad temper, for everyone was still too energized and thrilled from the excitement of the event, and they all left for dinner in good spirits.
The last to leave were obviously Q and Twitch, being half dragged along by the four boys who stayed to support them. And of course Laney and KP stayed too, to congratulate their friends on their high-quality twitching.
Q looked up, looked around a bit confused, and then murmured, "Just tell Sam... tell Sam... I'm his number one stalker."
KP and Laney looked at her knowingly and said a solemn, "Amen." But Squid's face glowered at this as he watched them.
Twitch, too, began to reanimate, "What? What?? Where's the car? I can do it. oooh, yeah, just let me behind that wheel. Oooh baby, vroom vroom. That's the ticket!"
No one bothered to inform Twitch that he was not inside a car. They figured he was happier that way.
Dinner was all just talk of the competition. Everyone was recapping the action, and embellishing the stories (as if the other campers hadn't been watching anyway!). The stories had been so glorified that within half an hour Sketch and Twitch were Camp Green Lake legends for always and eternity.
Dinner seemed to be good for Sketch and Twitch, too, who began to recover from their exhausting feat. As they gulped down the food and they water, their eyes slowly lit up, and they became more active and talkative. Both received constant hand shakes, pats on the back, compliments, and smiles.
When dinner had ended everyone filed out of the mess hall, still in a glow of excited chatter. Quimby, who had eaten and drunk more than the rest of the table after all her exercise of the day, rushed to bring her plate up, and ended up being the last to leave.
When she exited the building she found Squid standing just outside the door, leaning on the frame.
"Good job today," he congratulated her, "You're quite the twitcher."
"Oh yes," she replied, though she had blushed slightly, "It's a talent I've always possessed. Twitching comes in handy all the time you know. That's how you dance to techno music! Or how I do at least, I don't know what normal people do. Techno music... you know what that makes me think of? The Mighty Ducks. You see, there was tecno music in this one movie that an actor was with an actor who was in another movie whose sister was in a band that had a bass player who went to the same high school as a boy who was in a movie with Dean Portman!" She said it all proudly, and paused to take a breath, but Squid stopped her before she could go on.
Without saying a word, he leaned over and lightly kissed Q on the cheek. Q's eyes grew wide, and her cheeks blushed brightly. It seemed to Squid that her eye even did a slight twitch.
"Well..." was all her said, before smiling and turning to saunter back to D tent, whistling as he did so.
Q could do nothing more than stand in fascination. For some girls, a kiss of the cheek might have meant nothing, but for Q it was a BIG DEAL. I mean, the girl had never even held hands romantically before! What. Just. Happened. OhmystoobIjustgotkissedbyahotlikeMacaluayCulkinboy, her mind was racing.
All of a sudden she squealed in a piercingly high voice, and, impatient to tell Laney and KP the news, she ran off towards G tent, her arms and legs flailing out to all sides.