A/N: Reviews are inspiring. Thanks everyone, especially Pale-Spaz101. :)
The camping has begun. Sorry, it may still be a little sad. But I promise a
happy ending later. Enjoy. R&R.
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Probably the only two people who weren't buzzing about the junior class trip to Lake Arrowhead were Seth and Summer. And of coarse Ryan, but he didn't really get too excited about anything.
They were leaving for 3 days and 3 nights in the wilderness, actually they were staying in cabins that once belonged to an old summer camp. But creaky old cabins were about as close to roughing it as these Harbor kids would ever get.
The cruel job of chaperoning this year's trip was bestowed upon one man, Mr. Glenden. He was the only teacher willing to take on the grueling responsibility. He taught kindergarten up until this year when he tried his hand at High School Food and Nutrition. He never raised his voice, and never gave anything less than a B-. Now he was responsible for the entire Junior class... of Harbor students... overnight... for an entire weekend... in the woods. To put it simply, he was in way over his head.
...
Friday morning rolled around quicker then anyone had expected. The Newpsies all pilled onto the large charter bus for a 2-hour drive to Lake Arrowhead. Marissa and Summer grabbed a seat towards the back, Ryan and Seth sat behind them.
The ride was long and boring. Ryan fell asleep. Seth brought his "ghetto blaster", a.k.a. small black boom box, and played a little Rooney, a little Bright Eyes, a little Death Cab. But after getting pegged with a few balled up pieces of paper and receiving a couple death threats from various people around him he decided it was in his best interest to just turn it off.
...
He pretended to play his Gameboy while desperately trying to listen to Marissa and Summer's conversation in front of him. Summer didn't seem to be saying much. Marissa was rattling on about music for a while, then TV, school, when the topic turned to fashion Seth was shocked when Summer still had nothing much to say.
Seth eventually dozed off to sleep himself.
The bus lurched forward when it came to a halt. Seth cracked his eyes opened. The bus was noisy, Mr. Glenden was trying to make some sort of announcement.
"Oh, okay class, why don't we um.... Settle do-"
Seth looked up to the front and saw the teacher get knocked back into his seat by some rowdy jocks who pushed their way past him and out the bus door.
Seth turned his attention back to Ryan, still passed out next to him. "Ryan," Seth nudged him, he didn't wake. "Rise and shine...". Ryan was still asleep. "We're heeeeeeeeere." He sang a little louder.
Seth groaned when Ryan wouldn't wake. Seth held his "ghetto blaster" up to Ryan's ear, cranked up the volume, and blared some unbearably annoying rap song on the radio.
Ryan's eyes shot open as he pushed the radio away from him. Seth turned it off.
"Sleeping beauty has finally awoke!"
Ryan groaned. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and glanced out the window at a large placid lake and scattered brown log cabins snuggled in- between tall trees.
Marissa knelt up in her comfy chair and turned to face the boys in their seats behind hers and Summer's. "Hurry hurry, we need to get a cabin."
Seth furrowed his brow, she was far too peppy. And what did she mean "we"? Weren't the cabins usually same sex? It was difficult enough to see Summer everyday at school, but now he was going to have to sleep under the same roof as her? "I thought Mr. Glenden assigns them?" Seth said to her.
"Seth," Marissa lowered her head and looked up at him from under her lashes. "It's Mr. Glenden, he has absolutely no control over this situation." She motioned to the front of the bus where a frazzled looking Mr. Glenden was failing at trying to keep everyone on the bus to take roll.
"Coop. Let's go." Summer stood up and glanced at Seth quickly before pushing her friend out into the aisle.
Marissa grabbed her bags from the overhead compartment and headed towards the front. Ryan stood up and grabbed his bags and followed her.
Seth smirked as he watched Summer, who was much shorter then the compartment overhead where her bags were, trying to pull them loose by their straps.
Seth easily reached up above his seat and grabbed his duffel bag. Summer was still tugging away at hers.
Seth started to move past her but stopped, he shouldn't help her, but it was getting pitiful. His smile faded as he reached up from behind her and pulled loose her three pink designer travelling bags and carefully placed them on the floor next to her.
Summer whipped around, her expression softened when she saw him. She stared into his eyes, her lips slightly parted. Seth glanced around nervously, was she going to say something? Was she going to yell something? Hit something?
He waited.
Nothing. "Um, yea, no problem," he shrugged like it was nothing, "anytime."
Summer finally found her voice, "Yea... Whatever Cohen." She tried to sound more annoyed then he did.
Seth kept his mouth shut and waited patiently for her to move so he could get the hell off the bus and away from her.
Summer bent down and slung one bag over each shoulder, then took the third one and tried to carry it with her arms in front of her, she leaned over to her seat and grabbed purse. She glanced back at Seth who was giving her a curios look.
"Um, would you like some he-"He began to offer his assistance.
"No." She cut him off quickly and began trudging through the aisle. She sorta wobbled, it was pretty funny. Seth shook his head sadly, they were only going to be there for 3 nights, yet she somehow managed to find enough "necessities" to fill three large bags.
Summer bumped the bag on her left shoulder into the back of a seat, then her heal slipped, she started to totter to the side. Before she could completely loose her balance Seth grabbed the bag off her shoulder that was pulling her down.
"I got it." He said as he pulled the bag up over his free shoulder.
"No," She snapped, "it's fine."
"Summer, it's not a big de-"
"Are you hearing impaired Cohen? Because I think there's a special bus for that, a much shorter one." She narrowed her eyes at him and yanked the bag off his shoulder. She had already dumped him, she wasn't about to make him carry her shit now too. She's already caused him enough pain as is, she won't be responsible for his scoliosis later in life.
...
After getting off the bus Seth decided to give Summer her space and wandered around, observing his surroundings for a bit. It was a really pretty camp, it was easier to breath here. And everything felt more woodsy then beachy. The dock and boathouse instantly caught his eye. There were several boats floating on the water bound to the dock. He was heading in that direction when a small wooden shed grabbed his attention. Well it wasn't actually the shed that seemed odd, it was the six, two-foot, shark hooks that were leaning up against its side. Seth cocked his head to the side and moved a little closer. He could have sworn he saw something dry and red on them, but didn't get a chance to really inspect it.
"Cabins are that-a-way." A deep, raspy voice said from behind him. Seth whipped around, his heart nearly beat out of his chest when he saw the old man standing there. He was wearing beat up fishing overalls, and a tarnished cap. It looked as if he hadn't shaved in a few days, and hadn't bathed in a few months.
"Uh, yea. I was just going to um... check out the... the boats." Seth said quickly and forced a small smile. His eyes were glued to the old man.
"Mmm." He nodded. "Well, we you won't find any big fancy yachts like they got were you're from." His said flatly.
"Oh." Seth was at a loss for words. He followed the old man's gaze to the large shark hooks behind him. "Are there, sharks in the lake?"
The old man laughed. "Those hooks can be used for catching things other then sharks." His ghostly laugh sent shivers up Seth's spine.
This guy was a total weirdo. "What was your name?"
"John Crant, I'm the caretaker of this side of the lake, have been for 17 years."
"Well, that's uh... very impressive-I should be going now." Seth said quickly and walked past him toward the cabins.
"Watch your step around these woods," Seth turned back to face him, "it can get... dangerous."
Seth glanced around him nervously, was this guys for real? He was like a character out of a Steven King novel.
Seth nodded and then turned, walking swiftly towards the rest of his class. All the while the old man's words ringing through his ears.
He weaved in-between the cabins until he spotted Ryan on a porch carrying in Summer's bags, which she had ditched there.
"Hey." Ryan nodded towards him.
"Is this ours?" Seth started to walk up the steps as Marissa held the screen door open for Ryan.
"And ours." Marissa smiled.
Seth gave her a half smile, that meant Summer also...
He followed Ryan inside. The cabin was pretty nice, it had a large living area with a sofa and television. On both sides of that room were adjoining bedrooms with bathrooms.
Seth sat his bag down on the living room floor then turned to Ryan. "Hey man, I went to take a look at the boats when some caretaker slash hobo started saying all this crazy crap, he totally gave me the wiggins and-" Seth was cut off when Summer came dashing through the room, screaming at the top of her lungs.
She was in total freak out mode. Her 3 roommates observed with wide eyes as she thrashed her hands around while squealing.
"What?!? Summer?!" Marissa grabbed her arm.
"There's a bug!" She yelled quickly.
"Where?!" Marissa yelled back.
Summer stopped running. She glanced at her shoulder and moved her hand around it frantically. Marissa spotted the small beetle and yelped, jumping away from her friend.
Summer continued to whine about frenetically. "Coop!" She cried. "Get it off!"
By now Ryan was trying his best not to laugh, these Newpsies have obviously never been camping either.
Seth leaned over and cupped the bug off Summer's shoulder. Summer then ran back into hers and Marissa's room.
Seth started towards the door leading outside and Marissa moved away from him quickly. Seth noticed her jumpiness and pretended to toss the bug to her. She yelled and ran away. Seth chuckled and walked out side.
He placed the brown bug in the dirt and crouched down next to it. "Well, Mr. Chocolate, seems you and I have something in common." Seth glanced back toward the cabin.
"Summer doesn't want anything to do with either of us."
...
"God I hate the outdoors. It's weird little places like this where crazy, inbred, axe murderers crawl out of their barns in the woods to find prey." Summer said as she changed her "icky bug" shirt.
"A barn in the woods?" Marissa looked up from the drawer where she was putting her clothes away. "You've seen way too many horror movies Sum."
"You're right," Summer brought her gaze up to her friend, "and where do most movies draw up ideas from?" She raised her eyebrows.
"Books?"
"Real life experiences, Coop."
"You're deranged."
"Um, hello... The forest is the heart of all horror movies. Have you not seen Wrong Turn? I Still Know What You Did Last Summer? The Texas Chainsaw Massacre? Cabin Fever? Ha-"
"Okay! I got it." Marissa pushed in the drawer and stood up. Summer was sitting on the bed staring at the cabin's floor. She really did look scared, Marissa sat down next to her.
Summer had been terrified of scary movies ever since she was little. One night, when she was about 6 she watched Psycho with her Dad, half way through he had to leave. It was urgent and he was needed at the office. So he left her alone in that big house. She watched the rest of the movie, or at least listened to it. She had her head buried under her pillow. Things got too scary so she raced through the house and turned on every light. Still, she couldn't take it, she turned the movie off but couldn't get the images out of her mind. She kept thinking someone was in the house to get her. Or someone was outside trying to get in. She'd hear a creak or a tick, any noise put her on edge. She couldn't concentrate on a new television program either, she had to keep looking around. Watching for some big bad to jump out from behind something and grab her.
She was freaked but so far nothing had gotten her. Then she heard a car outside, and it wasn't her daddy's car because his made no noise at all. The one she heard was rickety and screechy, like it belonged to a crazy murderer. Summer turned the TV off and sat in the living room as silently as she could listening for more noise.
Then she heard footsteps heading toward her front door and her heart landed in her throat. She didn't even want to breathe in fear the killer would hear her.
The footsteps got louder then stopped when they reached the front door. Summer's heart stopped when the doorbell rang. She just sat there in silence, hoping for the intruder to go away.
"Hellooooooo?" She heard a deep voice call. She gasped and before she had time to think she bolted up the stairs, through her room, into her walk-in closet. She locked the door and dove under a pile of blankets. Praying the man wouldn't find her. She cried all night, unable to get a wink of sleep.
Later, Summer found out the "killer" was just a pizza delivery boy, her father had ordered pizza for her from the office. ...
Later that night at the bonfire the four roommates shared a log bench as they sat around the fire.
"Did you hear that?" Summer whispered quickly, looking around nervously.
"Don't even start." Marissa rolled her eyes.
"Oh my god! There it is again." Summer's breathing quickened as she took a flashlight and searched the woods.
"You're SO paranoid." Marissa smirked at her.
Summer turned to her friend and shined the light in her eyes. "I am not, and you'll be sorry tonight when everyone is chopped up in little pieces."
"Summer..." Seth scolded. "What was in that lip gloss? It smelled a little, hempy, to me. I've heard of brownies, even gum, but lip gloss?"
"Who are you, a narcotics dog? Quit sniffing my make-up freak. Buy your own to drag in." Summer scoffed.
"Fine," Seth held his hands up, "just trying to give you a heads up. In movies, the psycho killers always kill the druggies first."
"And you would know since you share their mind frame." She glared, and Seth narrowed his eyes back at her.
"SO!" Marissa yelled, trying to cut into their bickering. "Who wants smores?" They all stared at her blankly. "Good, I'll go get the stuff." As she stood up Ryan quickly followed behind her.
"Yea, I'll help."
Summer opened her mouth to protest, but decided on an annoyed roll of the eyes instead.
The two of them sat at opposite ends of the log. Watching the fire in silence. When they were going out they always had something to say, or DO at least.
Seth glanced over at Summer and noticed she was rubbing her hands up and down the sides of her arms, trying to keep warm. She was wearing a mini skirt and thin green T-shirt, leave it to Summer to dress like she were going to the beach while going to the mountains. He blinked a few times, thinking over his plan of action.
She watched as Seth stood up and shed his black zip up hoodie. He moved closer and held it out for her to take. She stared at it for a second, as if debating in her mind whether to reject his kind gesture or accept it.
She took the sweatshirt and wrapped it around her shoulders. She didn't know why she did it either. Maybe because she was cold and he offered. Maybe because she was tired of being a bitch to someone she loved. Or maybe it was the simple fact that missed him and his sweatshirt was the closest thing she could get. It kept her warm like Seth, it wrapped around her like Seth, it smelt like Seth, but it wasn't Seth. The real Seth was sitting only 2 feet away. It felt like 200.
"Why do you have to be so..." Summer started.
It was a little out of the blue, he turned to her, expecting her to finish the sentence with an insult.
"sweet." Her voice thick with annoyance but laced with pain.
Seth racked his brain, maybe she didn't mean to say "sweet".
"Um... I'm sorry?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
"It would be so much easier if you were just... a total ass. But you're not." She finally turned to look at him. "I mean, I dumped you Cohen! Aren't you upset? Angry?"
"Well my angry has been replaced with mind numbing sadness, crippling devastation, and extreme heart ache." He saw the pity in her eyes. "I'm sorry dumping me hasn't been more pleasurable for you." He said dryly.
Her eyes started to burn with tears so she looked away, at the fire. Seth immediately regretted his words, he wasn't trying to upset her.
"Look, Sum-"He stopped when she stood up and walked away. She passed Ryan and Marissa on the way back to the cabin. Marissa saw how upset Summer looked and handed the bag of marshmallows to Ryan before hurrying after her friend.
Ryan sat down next to Seth and set all the junk food next to them. Seth sighed and looked to Ryan for some words of wisdom.
Ryan just stared with raised eyebrows. "Smore?"
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Probably the only two people who weren't buzzing about the junior class trip to Lake Arrowhead were Seth and Summer. And of coarse Ryan, but he didn't really get too excited about anything.
They were leaving for 3 days and 3 nights in the wilderness, actually they were staying in cabins that once belonged to an old summer camp. But creaky old cabins were about as close to roughing it as these Harbor kids would ever get.
The cruel job of chaperoning this year's trip was bestowed upon one man, Mr. Glenden. He was the only teacher willing to take on the grueling responsibility. He taught kindergarten up until this year when he tried his hand at High School Food and Nutrition. He never raised his voice, and never gave anything less than a B-. Now he was responsible for the entire Junior class... of Harbor students... overnight... for an entire weekend... in the woods. To put it simply, he was in way over his head.
...
Friday morning rolled around quicker then anyone had expected. The Newpsies all pilled onto the large charter bus for a 2-hour drive to Lake Arrowhead. Marissa and Summer grabbed a seat towards the back, Ryan and Seth sat behind them.
The ride was long and boring. Ryan fell asleep. Seth brought his "ghetto blaster", a.k.a. small black boom box, and played a little Rooney, a little Bright Eyes, a little Death Cab. But after getting pegged with a few balled up pieces of paper and receiving a couple death threats from various people around him he decided it was in his best interest to just turn it off.
...
He pretended to play his Gameboy while desperately trying to listen to Marissa and Summer's conversation in front of him. Summer didn't seem to be saying much. Marissa was rattling on about music for a while, then TV, school, when the topic turned to fashion Seth was shocked when Summer still had nothing much to say.
Seth eventually dozed off to sleep himself.
The bus lurched forward when it came to a halt. Seth cracked his eyes opened. The bus was noisy, Mr. Glenden was trying to make some sort of announcement.
"Oh, okay class, why don't we um.... Settle do-"
Seth looked up to the front and saw the teacher get knocked back into his seat by some rowdy jocks who pushed their way past him and out the bus door.
Seth turned his attention back to Ryan, still passed out next to him. "Ryan," Seth nudged him, he didn't wake. "Rise and shine...". Ryan was still asleep. "We're heeeeeeeeere." He sang a little louder.
Seth groaned when Ryan wouldn't wake. Seth held his "ghetto blaster" up to Ryan's ear, cranked up the volume, and blared some unbearably annoying rap song on the radio.
Ryan's eyes shot open as he pushed the radio away from him. Seth turned it off.
"Sleeping beauty has finally awoke!"
Ryan groaned. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and glanced out the window at a large placid lake and scattered brown log cabins snuggled in- between tall trees.
Marissa knelt up in her comfy chair and turned to face the boys in their seats behind hers and Summer's. "Hurry hurry, we need to get a cabin."
Seth furrowed his brow, she was far too peppy. And what did she mean "we"? Weren't the cabins usually same sex? It was difficult enough to see Summer everyday at school, but now he was going to have to sleep under the same roof as her? "I thought Mr. Glenden assigns them?" Seth said to her.
"Seth," Marissa lowered her head and looked up at him from under her lashes. "It's Mr. Glenden, he has absolutely no control over this situation." She motioned to the front of the bus where a frazzled looking Mr. Glenden was failing at trying to keep everyone on the bus to take roll.
"Coop. Let's go." Summer stood up and glanced at Seth quickly before pushing her friend out into the aisle.
Marissa grabbed her bags from the overhead compartment and headed towards the front. Ryan stood up and grabbed his bags and followed her.
Seth smirked as he watched Summer, who was much shorter then the compartment overhead where her bags were, trying to pull them loose by their straps.
Seth easily reached up above his seat and grabbed his duffel bag. Summer was still tugging away at hers.
Seth started to move past her but stopped, he shouldn't help her, but it was getting pitiful. His smile faded as he reached up from behind her and pulled loose her three pink designer travelling bags and carefully placed them on the floor next to her.
Summer whipped around, her expression softened when she saw him. She stared into his eyes, her lips slightly parted. Seth glanced around nervously, was she going to say something? Was she going to yell something? Hit something?
He waited.
Nothing. "Um, yea, no problem," he shrugged like it was nothing, "anytime."
Summer finally found her voice, "Yea... Whatever Cohen." She tried to sound more annoyed then he did.
Seth kept his mouth shut and waited patiently for her to move so he could get the hell off the bus and away from her.
Summer bent down and slung one bag over each shoulder, then took the third one and tried to carry it with her arms in front of her, she leaned over to her seat and grabbed purse. She glanced back at Seth who was giving her a curios look.
"Um, would you like some he-"He began to offer his assistance.
"No." She cut him off quickly and began trudging through the aisle. She sorta wobbled, it was pretty funny. Seth shook his head sadly, they were only going to be there for 3 nights, yet she somehow managed to find enough "necessities" to fill three large bags.
Summer bumped the bag on her left shoulder into the back of a seat, then her heal slipped, she started to totter to the side. Before she could completely loose her balance Seth grabbed the bag off her shoulder that was pulling her down.
"I got it." He said as he pulled the bag up over his free shoulder.
"No," She snapped, "it's fine."
"Summer, it's not a big de-"
"Are you hearing impaired Cohen? Because I think there's a special bus for that, a much shorter one." She narrowed her eyes at him and yanked the bag off his shoulder. She had already dumped him, she wasn't about to make him carry her shit now too. She's already caused him enough pain as is, she won't be responsible for his scoliosis later in life.
...
After getting off the bus Seth decided to give Summer her space and wandered around, observing his surroundings for a bit. It was a really pretty camp, it was easier to breath here. And everything felt more woodsy then beachy. The dock and boathouse instantly caught his eye. There were several boats floating on the water bound to the dock. He was heading in that direction when a small wooden shed grabbed his attention. Well it wasn't actually the shed that seemed odd, it was the six, two-foot, shark hooks that were leaning up against its side. Seth cocked his head to the side and moved a little closer. He could have sworn he saw something dry and red on them, but didn't get a chance to really inspect it.
"Cabins are that-a-way." A deep, raspy voice said from behind him. Seth whipped around, his heart nearly beat out of his chest when he saw the old man standing there. He was wearing beat up fishing overalls, and a tarnished cap. It looked as if he hadn't shaved in a few days, and hadn't bathed in a few months.
"Uh, yea. I was just going to um... check out the... the boats." Seth said quickly and forced a small smile. His eyes were glued to the old man.
"Mmm." He nodded. "Well, we you won't find any big fancy yachts like they got were you're from." His said flatly.
"Oh." Seth was at a loss for words. He followed the old man's gaze to the large shark hooks behind him. "Are there, sharks in the lake?"
The old man laughed. "Those hooks can be used for catching things other then sharks." His ghostly laugh sent shivers up Seth's spine.
This guy was a total weirdo. "What was your name?"
"John Crant, I'm the caretaker of this side of the lake, have been for 17 years."
"Well, that's uh... very impressive-I should be going now." Seth said quickly and walked past him toward the cabins.
"Watch your step around these woods," Seth turned back to face him, "it can get... dangerous."
Seth glanced around him nervously, was this guys for real? He was like a character out of a Steven King novel.
Seth nodded and then turned, walking swiftly towards the rest of his class. All the while the old man's words ringing through his ears.
He weaved in-between the cabins until he spotted Ryan on a porch carrying in Summer's bags, which she had ditched there.
"Hey." Ryan nodded towards him.
"Is this ours?" Seth started to walk up the steps as Marissa held the screen door open for Ryan.
"And ours." Marissa smiled.
Seth gave her a half smile, that meant Summer also...
He followed Ryan inside. The cabin was pretty nice, it had a large living area with a sofa and television. On both sides of that room were adjoining bedrooms with bathrooms.
Seth sat his bag down on the living room floor then turned to Ryan. "Hey man, I went to take a look at the boats when some caretaker slash hobo started saying all this crazy crap, he totally gave me the wiggins and-" Seth was cut off when Summer came dashing through the room, screaming at the top of her lungs.
She was in total freak out mode. Her 3 roommates observed with wide eyes as she thrashed her hands around while squealing.
"What?!? Summer?!" Marissa grabbed her arm.
"There's a bug!" She yelled quickly.
"Where?!" Marissa yelled back.
Summer stopped running. She glanced at her shoulder and moved her hand around it frantically. Marissa spotted the small beetle and yelped, jumping away from her friend.
Summer continued to whine about frenetically. "Coop!" She cried. "Get it off!"
By now Ryan was trying his best not to laugh, these Newpsies have obviously never been camping either.
Seth leaned over and cupped the bug off Summer's shoulder. Summer then ran back into hers and Marissa's room.
Seth started towards the door leading outside and Marissa moved away from him quickly. Seth noticed her jumpiness and pretended to toss the bug to her. She yelled and ran away. Seth chuckled and walked out side.
He placed the brown bug in the dirt and crouched down next to it. "Well, Mr. Chocolate, seems you and I have something in common." Seth glanced back toward the cabin.
"Summer doesn't want anything to do with either of us."
...
"God I hate the outdoors. It's weird little places like this where crazy, inbred, axe murderers crawl out of their barns in the woods to find prey." Summer said as she changed her "icky bug" shirt.
"A barn in the woods?" Marissa looked up from the drawer where she was putting her clothes away. "You've seen way too many horror movies Sum."
"You're right," Summer brought her gaze up to her friend, "and where do most movies draw up ideas from?" She raised her eyebrows.
"Books?"
"Real life experiences, Coop."
"You're deranged."
"Um, hello... The forest is the heart of all horror movies. Have you not seen Wrong Turn? I Still Know What You Did Last Summer? The Texas Chainsaw Massacre? Cabin Fever? Ha-"
"Okay! I got it." Marissa pushed in the drawer and stood up. Summer was sitting on the bed staring at the cabin's floor. She really did look scared, Marissa sat down next to her.
Summer had been terrified of scary movies ever since she was little. One night, when she was about 6 she watched Psycho with her Dad, half way through he had to leave. It was urgent and he was needed at the office. So he left her alone in that big house. She watched the rest of the movie, or at least listened to it. She had her head buried under her pillow. Things got too scary so she raced through the house and turned on every light. Still, she couldn't take it, she turned the movie off but couldn't get the images out of her mind. She kept thinking someone was in the house to get her. Or someone was outside trying to get in. She'd hear a creak or a tick, any noise put her on edge. She couldn't concentrate on a new television program either, she had to keep looking around. Watching for some big bad to jump out from behind something and grab her.
She was freaked but so far nothing had gotten her. Then she heard a car outside, and it wasn't her daddy's car because his made no noise at all. The one she heard was rickety and screechy, like it belonged to a crazy murderer. Summer turned the TV off and sat in the living room as silently as she could listening for more noise.
Then she heard footsteps heading toward her front door and her heart landed in her throat. She didn't even want to breathe in fear the killer would hear her.
The footsteps got louder then stopped when they reached the front door. Summer's heart stopped when the doorbell rang. She just sat there in silence, hoping for the intruder to go away.
"Hellooooooo?" She heard a deep voice call. She gasped and before she had time to think she bolted up the stairs, through her room, into her walk-in closet. She locked the door and dove under a pile of blankets. Praying the man wouldn't find her. She cried all night, unable to get a wink of sleep.
Later, Summer found out the "killer" was just a pizza delivery boy, her father had ordered pizza for her from the office. ...
Later that night at the bonfire the four roommates shared a log bench as they sat around the fire.
"Did you hear that?" Summer whispered quickly, looking around nervously.
"Don't even start." Marissa rolled her eyes.
"Oh my god! There it is again." Summer's breathing quickened as she took a flashlight and searched the woods.
"You're SO paranoid." Marissa smirked at her.
Summer turned to her friend and shined the light in her eyes. "I am not, and you'll be sorry tonight when everyone is chopped up in little pieces."
"Summer..." Seth scolded. "What was in that lip gloss? It smelled a little, hempy, to me. I've heard of brownies, even gum, but lip gloss?"
"Who are you, a narcotics dog? Quit sniffing my make-up freak. Buy your own to drag in." Summer scoffed.
"Fine," Seth held his hands up, "just trying to give you a heads up. In movies, the psycho killers always kill the druggies first."
"And you would know since you share their mind frame." She glared, and Seth narrowed his eyes back at her.
"SO!" Marissa yelled, trying to cut into their bickering. "Who wants smores?" They all stared at her blankly. "Good, I'll go get the stuff." As she stood up Ryan quickly followed behind her.
"Yea, I'll help."
Summer opened her mouth to protest, but decided on an annoyed roll of the eyes instead.
The two of them sat at opposite ends of the log. Watching the fire in silence. When they were going out they always had something to say, or DO at least.
Seth glanced over at Summer and noticed she was rubbing her hands up and down the sides of her arms, trying to keep warm. She was wearing a mini skirt and thin green T-shirt, leave it to Summer to dress like she were going to the beach while going to the mountains. He blinked a few times, thinking over his plan of action.
She watched as Seth stood up and shed his black zip up hoodie. He moved closer and held it out for her to take. She stared at it for a second, as if debating in her mind whether to reject his kind gesture or accept it.
She took the sweatshirt and wrapped it around her shoulders. She didn't know why she did it either. Maybe because she was cold and he offered. Maybe because she was tired of being a bitch to someone she loved. Or maybe it was the simple fact that missed him and his sweatshirt was the closest thing she could get. It kept her warm like Seth, it wrapped around her like Seth, it smelt like Seth, but it wasn't Seth. The real Seth was sitting only 2 feet away. It felt like 200.
"Why do you have to be so..." Summer started.
It was a little out of the blue, he turned to her, expecting her to finish the sentence with an insult.
"sweet." Her voice thick with annoyance but laced with pain.
Seth racked his brain, maybe she didn't mean to say "sweet".
"Um... I'm sorry?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
"It would be so much easier if you were just... a total ass. But you're not." She finally turned to look at him. "I mean, I dumped you Cohen! Aren't you upset? Angry?"
"Well my angry has been replaced with mind numbing sadness, crippling devastation, and extreme heart ache." He saw the pity in her eyes. "I'm sorry dumping me hasn't been more pleasurable for you." He said dryly.
Her eyes started to burn with tears so she looked away, at the fire. Seth immediately regretted his words, he wasn't trying to upset her.
"Look, Sum-"He stopped when she stood up and walked away. She passed Ryan and Marissa on the way back to the cabin. Marissa saw how upset Summer looked and handed the bag of marshmallows to Ryan before hurrying after her friend.
Ryan sat down next to Seth and set all the junk food next to them. Seth sighed and looked to Ryan for some words of wisdom.
Ryan just stared with raised eyebrows. "Smore?"