Chapter 6:

A/N: Mwahahaha! I have returned! And yes, with battle wounds. He he. No, really, I have boo-boos. *sobs* Stupid horse, stupid jump…do the math. Well, as you can tell, school is back in session *sobs uncontrollably* Homework, horses, dogs, other crap, fan fiction…I have a lot of crap on my plate. And I'll eat it all! Mwahahaha! OK, well here we go, I hope you likey.

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Legolas: Well, what a bloody wicket we're in!

Me: What's wrong?

Haldir: *whispers* Don't encourage him, he's crazy.

Me: *whispers back* Shaddup.

Legolas: You do not own anything. Ha ha! You're poor!

Me: *mutters* Smart-ass elves…

Legolas and Haldir: I heard that!

"I told you Alex was a fag!" I hollered at Christy while she closed Alex's door after making sure he and everyone else made it back to their rooms.

"He's not a fag; he's just himself," she retorted.

"And himself is a fag!" I managed to say before she hit me. I think she enjoys hitting people. She would make a great hit man. Get it? Hit. Man. Hahaha! OK, shutting up now.

"Shut up, Vanessa," she commanded and gave me 'the eye'. Yeah, you shut up when she does that. *shivers*

"Well, good night, Christy," I said as we made it to our rooms. "And try to keep it down in there!"

Christy just glared at me and I scurried into my room. Yes, I scurried; Christy scares me…

I closed the door and blindly made my way to my bed as Court was already asleep. I lay down but instead of a cold mattress, I was met with something warm and squishy. Well, needless to say, I was up in a hurry. "Ahh!!" I screamed.

"Ahh!!" an equally girly scream was, well, screamed.

"Pippin?"

"Vanessa?"

"Huh?"

"What?"

"What what?"

"Pippin," I started while turning on the lights. "You know I love you but WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?!"

"Well," he began, "I was tired."

"What happened to your bed?"

"I don't know it was a long walk; this was closer."

"Gah!" Courtney sighed. "Do you guys ever sleep?!"

"Sorry," Pip and I apologized.

"Well, go sleep in your own bed!" I commanded and shooed him out the door.

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The next morning was a bit of an odd one for me. Huh, an odd morning proceeding an odd night. Ain't life screwy?

I opened my eyes when I heard the door to my room open. It was dark still so I couldn't see anything but I could just hear the rigid breathing of someone in the room.

"Hello?" I whispered.

When I received now answer, I flipped on the lamp by my bed….and was met with Boromir's face inches away from mine. (Good morning, campers! Sorry, Stargate SG-1 moment)

"Boromir?! What the heck are you doing in here?!" I half screamed half whispered.

"I don't feel so well," he mumbled.

I rolled my eyes at him. "It's probably due to all that beer and crap you drank."

He nodded and moaned. "Oww…"

"What do you want me to do about it at 5:30 in the morning? I'm not your mother!" I know I seemed mean, but hey, I like my sleep and he disturbed that.

"Nessa…I don't feel so well." Then his face turned a nice shade of green and he made a mad dash for the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

I snorted and quite ungracefully got out of bed. "Silly men; they just don't know how to keep down their drinks." I dug out a pair of exercise shorts (yes, I do exercise!) and a tee-shirt and headed for the bathroom.

Let me tell you something: Man and Beer do not mix real well. Boromir was not in a good state. "Ugh, I guess we're gonna be here a while," I said, sitting down on the floor next to my hung over friend. "Well, better out than in!"

Boromir glared at me then resumed puking his guts out.

Two hours later Boromir was feeling better. Well, he had stopped throwing up at least; he still had a major headache. I told him to go back to sleep, but being a male, he mistook my words. For when I went to get back in my bed, he was in it.

So I gave up on ever going back to sleep. Instead I went to the dining hall to get me some grub. (And call for Super Chicken! Sorry, I wanted to have him in here somewhere.)

I walked up to the counter and asked the man behind it for a breakfast Hot Pocket and a cup of coffee.

But the pimple-faced guy wanted to be a jerk and ruin my happy, and I use the term loosely, day. "We don't have any Hot Pockets," he told me.

I stared at him for a moment in a disapproving manner. "You have got to be kidding me. I just spent the last 2 hours with a hung over man and now the one thing I desire the most is not going to be given to me?! Impossible…"

Just then, Fox Mulder, the X-Files dude, popped out from the kitchen wearing a hair net on his head. "Not impossible…improbable!" he exclaimed and went back inside.

"Ok…that was odd. Well, if you don't have any Hot Pockets can I have a muffin instead?"

"We only have one left," he told me.

"Well, I'd like to purchase it," I informed him. How dense can you get? I mean, who the heck was this guy? I looked at his name tag which read Bryan. Oh, that explains it, he's a Bryan.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I'm saving that muffin."

"What?! " I screamed. "You love your muffins too much! You-you-you MUFFIN MOLESTOR!" (A/N: Ok, disclaimer time. That there line belongs to Siren in her fic Bleed For ME) Ooo man, was I mad. I needed someone to complain to.

I looked at my watch. 7:30 was a great time to wake my friends up I decided. And with that thought in mind, I went to find Frodo.

When I came to his room I knocked softly on the door and entered the room. It was dark and hard to see who it was I was waking up and if there was anything on the ground.

I came to what I thought might be Frodo and shook the figure. "Frodo…Frodo…Frodo…"

The figure grunted and turned over. "I'm not Frodo," a creepy old voice said. Eww...Gayduff.

"Sorry," I mumbled and moved on to the next bed. "Frodo…Frodo…"

"Oh, Rosie!" I heard Frodo cry out.

"What the-?!" I exclaimed and slapped the hobbit. "Frodo Baggins, were you having impure thoughts about Sam's wife?!"

"He was what?!" Sam yelled.

Frodo laughed nervously. "Of course not, Vanessa. You must have been mistaken. Heh heh heh…" Then it hit him that I was in the room. "Vanessa, what are you doing in here?"

"Oh, well, I needed to complain to someone and you were next on my list."

"Oh."

"Anyway, so Boromir comes waltzing into my room at 5:30 in the morning begging me to help him as he has a hang over. The he starts puking his guts out in my bathroom. So, 2 hours later, he feels better and goes back to sleep…in my bed. How rude! So then I go to the cafeteria and order a Hot Pocket but they don't have nay! Then Mulder shows up for some reason…So I ask for a muffin but the Muffin Molester won't sell one to me! Gah! Frodo, are you listening?"

"He fell asleep after '5:30 in the morning.'" Gandalf informed me. "But I was listening…to every word."

"Oh, that's-that's-that's nice," I said uneasily. "Well, I must be going now." I got up and made my way to the door. I didn't want to be in the same room as this guy any longer.

So I ran out and headed for Christy's room. "No," I thought to myself. "Am I ready for that? Nah…" Instead I went back to give Bryan a piece of my mind.

A/N: Gah! I don't want this spiral any more! Take it away Christy! Oh, and review or Aiden will hunt you down like dog hunt bone!