Camp Kiwachee
Chapter 4: Juicy Juice and Teen Therapy
Rating: PG
Author: Adrial
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'You can't be me
I'm a rock star
I'm runnin' on the top of a cop car
I'm a rebel and my .44 pops far
It's almost over now
It's almost over now'
"Who lives in a pineapple under da sea?
SPONGE BOB SQUARE PANTS!
Absorbent and yellow and porous is he!
SPONGE BOB SQUARE PANTS!"
'You had plenty of time
There was no rush
But it was your dream to be like us
You're in dreamland so you don't care
And as you wait
We're standing there'
"If nauticall nonsense be somethin' you wish
SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS!
Then drop on the deck and float like a fish!
SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS!
SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS!
SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS!
SPONGEBOOOOB!
SQUARE PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANTS!"
"I give up!" Jason slammed down his head phones,
the defiant voice of Pharrell Williams fading out. He ran
his hands through the blonde mass on his head and sighed.
Matt grabbed the CD player from his hands with
lightening speed and slammed the headphones over his own,
aching ears.
"Ahh..." He closed his eyes and folded his arms behind
his head.
Jason eyed him with an annoyed gaze and tried to
grasp the edge of sanity before he fell head first into
nautical-psychosis.
SpongeBob took five, and he had to bite his
tongue not to scream with relief.
"How much more of this are we going to be subjected
to?" He asked Zach, who was drinking a dixie cup of Juicy Juice.
Zach watched the grape liquid swirl around the cup
and wondered why he ever gave up fruit juice in the first place.
He downed the rest and poured himself another.
"Yo, Zach!" Jason said louder and reached over to pound
him in the shoulder with his fist.
Zach jerked his head over to Jason and cursed underneath his
breath when he knocked over his glass of juice.
"WHAT?" He asked.
Jason raised his voice, "I said HOW MUCH LONG-ER?"
Zach squinted his eyes and cupped his hand over his
ear, "WHAT?!"
Jason scoffed and reached over to remove the orange
ear plugs sticking out of Zach's ears.
"HOW MUCH LONGER?!" He screeched again.
Zach cringed, "Geez, Jay. You don't have to yell."
Jason threw his hands in the air and admitted defeat.
On the other end of the party, Serena and Lita were
currently attempting to deliberate Mina and Kyle's chances of
hooking up while doing the hokey pokey with a handful of kids.
"Stick your *left* foot in, not your right, Tommy," Serena
giggled and lightly nudged his other foot with her toe.
"So, she really likes him, huh?" Lita craned her neck
to get a better look at the incredibly massive male staring
openly at her best friend's blonde head.
Serena blew a wisp of hair from her face, "Yeah, and
she's been psyching herself out about him since we got--NO,
Chloe! Don't eat that!"
She brought her left leg and arm out of the circle and
scurried over to Chloe who was kneeling next to a lovely pile
of assorted cupcake wrappers.
Her wide, chocolate brown eyes were confused as Serena
removed a gooey wrapper from her hand and forced her to spit out
the remnants of the two she'd already begun to consume.
"Chloe...you eat the *cupcake*, NOT the wrapper, sweety,"
Serena said exasperatedly, inwardly praying that Chloe didn't get
wrapper poisoning or anything.
The sticky six year old puckered her bottom lip and squirmed
as Serena tried to wipe off her mouth and hands with a wet-nap.
"Yuck!" She squealed and writhed out of Serena's hands
and into the two foot high mass of children dancing (more like
bouncing up and down repetitively) in the elaborately decorated
mess hall.
When the campers and Karen had returned from their two
day hiking excursion, the kids had been more than a little excited
about the surprise party thrown for them.
The only ones not enjoying the festivities were the three
junior campers who had unfortunately tried to [clean] themselves
after doing their [business] with poison ivy leaves.
"Sucks to be them." Matt had said openly when they'd come
back smothered in calamine lotion and scratching like crazy. Lita gladly
rewarded him with a fist in his rib cage.
Raye nervously smoothed the wrinkles in her dark, hip hugger
jeans and tried to keep her idle hands from twisting the bright red
material of her halter top into a bunch at the hem.
If this top doesn't catch his attention, then I might as well
give up.
Jason had been avoiding *her* now, and she'd spent the better
part of the evening staring at him from across their table and wishing
he'd say SOMETHING.
From his side of the table, Jason had finally managed to stop
the ringing in his ears from repeted playings of the theme song to
Teletubies. Unbeknownst to Raye, her ensemble had been the one thing
that was keeping him planted to his seat all night rather than bolting
for the nearest exit.
How was he supposed to speak to her coherently when she had
THAT on. The inch or two of tan skin peaking out from under her shirt was
more tantalizing than if she were wearing a string bikini top. And the
fact that each time she moved, her silky hair would fall in her face
and she'd brush it aside with an impossibly adorable scowl was making
matters worse.
Halfway through the party, he'd decided to make a gallant
attempt at conversation one more time, but she'd chosen that moment
to excuse herself to the bathroom, and he'd lost his courage by the
time she returned.
Come on you dipshit, what are you waiting for? He mentally
coached/berated himself.
He gave a great sigh and rose purposefully. The few feet
around the table and over to the girl that had been plaguing his
mind for what seemed like eternity seemed to drag on, and when he
found himself inches from her, he froze.
Raye looked up at him expectantly, her violet eyes glittering
under the cheap disco ball hanging from the ceiling.
Say something, idiot! She screamed at him mentally, and
slowly stretched her glossy lips into a smile.
Say something, idiot! Jason screeched to himself and
opened his mouth. Surprisingly, no words came out.
Raye cleared her throat, "Uh...did you want something, Jason?"
YOU! YOU! YOU! YOU! YOU! His mind screamed.
Jason laughed nervously, choosing to answer her with something
a little less...obsessive sounding.
"Uh...yeah," He ran his hand through his hair and laughed
again, "Well...um..."
Raye straightened in her chair and tucked a lock of raven
behind her ear.
"Yes...?"
Jason's hand fell limply at his side, "Good juice, huh?"
Raye remained silent for a second, purple eyes wide and
unbelieving. She cleared her throat again.
"Yeah, Jason. It's...great," She rose and brushed past
him, leaving him with the faint scent of her hair and a dixie cup
filled with crimson juice.
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Outside in the sticky evening air, Amy rubbed her
forehead with her palm and sighed.
I have to tell him... She thought, gulping as her
heart sped up at the mere thought of Zach.
It had only been four days since she'd met him. How
could he *possibly* be having such an effect on her emotions
so soon? She thought back to the mirror she'd stared at for
an hour straight before coming to the party. Her reflection
floated around in her mind for a lingering moment before
it was shattered by the sounds of footsteps.
"Amy, you out here?"
She inhaled sharply, contemplating whether or not
to flee the area. Before any such actions could take place,
however, Zach's smiling face appeared beside her, and she
found herself smiling back.
"Hey," She breathed, feeling as if she were being
violently flung and tossed around on a roller coaster.
The setting sun cast a shadow over his face, and his
intoxicating peradot gaze sent her heart into flutters of
giddiness. Warning signals were blaring in her mind that she
shouldn't be letting herself feel so much for another, but
she promptly silenced them.
"What are you doing out here?" He joined her on the
porch, and folded his arms over his knees.
God...if he doesn't stop looking at me like that, I
think I'm going to start GIGGLING.
She shrugged, casting her eyes elsewhere, "Nothing really."
"You know, Tommy's been asking for you for a while
now," He said bemusedly and laughed at her blush. It was no
secret that Chai twin #2 had taken an obvious liking to her, and
Amy laughed slightly at the thought.
"I think I crushed the poor kid when I told him you were
already taken."
The silence that fell over them was unbearable for a few
seconds, and her already pounding heart went into over-drive as
if she'd accidentally swallowed the Enegizer Bunny after it
ODed on steroids.
He turned to her hesistantly, wondering if he'd crossed
the line once again and was surprised to find her smiling softly
at him.
"You don't, you know...mind, do you?" He said, suddenly
wondering where his mojo had flown off to and desperately trying
to stretch the confines of his mind to get it back.
Amy's heart gave one final flutter before its pace returned
to normal, and she laughed again.
Zach was left with a goofy grin plastered over his face
and the ghost of her petal soft lips on his cheek after she rose
and climbed the few steps back to the party with a surreal feeling
of lightheartedness nestled in her stomach.
He stretched his arms behind his head with a contented sigh.
"Who says Mr. Clean ain't a ladies' man?"
"I heard that."
Amy's voice, dangerously close to his ear, nearly made him
leap ten feet in the air. He took a moment to calm the beating of his
own internal bunny, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, laughing
harder than she had in a long, long time.
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Mina watched Lita and Matt flirt shamelessly and longed
to smack the happiness right out of them. It wasn't that she didn't
want them to be happy--she wanted nothing more than that--but it
irked her to no end that she, the Goddess of Love and Beauty, was
standing alone like a wallflower while they paraded around in
all their love-sick glory.
She sighed and shoved off of the wall, heading over to the
punch bowl. Karen smiled jubilantly at her from behind the refreshments.
"Hit me," Mina said dejectedly and plopped into a seat beside
the table.
Karen laughed lightheartedly and obliged, filling her cup
with a ladle-full of juice. Mina downed the cup in one swig and held
it out to be refilled.
Karen shook her head and rested her elbows on the table.
"As much as you think it might help now, getting drunk off
of apple juice really won't solve your problems. Not to mention,
you'll regret it the next morning," She smiled goodnaturedly.
Mina wasn't the first confused teen to make their way over to
the refreshment table looking for something other than juice.
Jason had been first--begging for any type of information she
could offer him about how to get Raye to speak to him. Unfortunately,
she'd only known the raven-haired girl for a short time, therefore she
could offer him nothing other than the fact that her grandfather
was directly across the lake and a trained martial arts instructor.
She didn't think that tidbit of info had done much to ease his
apprehension, though.
Mina laughed in spite of herself and sighed again, watching
Timmy and Tommy's current brawl over who would get to decapitate
the pinata first.
"What it must feel like to be them," She said, "When your
biggest problems are who gets to wear the blue jacket, and if you
like someone, all you have to do is shove their faces in the sand-box
and you're bonded for life."
She filled her cup herself and took a small sip this time.
Karen laughed at that and shook her head, "Don't worry. You've
still got *plenty* of growing up to do yourself, kid."
Mina resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and finished her
juice in one gulp again.
"Look at him," She nodded at Kyle who was being mobbed by his
fan club--mainly consisting of girls under the age of 6, "All those
girls throwing themselves at him. He won't even give me a second glance."
Karen rose her eyes brows at Mina and tried to bite down her
laughter.
"Honey, I doubt he'll be starting any serious relationships with
five year olds. As far as I'm concerned, you're in the clear."
Mina scoffed, "But he's been all over my friends ever since we
got here! Helping them, complimenting them, pulling out CHAIRS for them,"
She trailed off, her point clearly made in her mind.
In Karen's mind, she saw what a sixteen year old wouldn't and
patted Mina's knee gently.
"You'll figure it all out, Mina. For now, just talk to him and
see where it takes you."
Mina smiled gratefully at Karen's attempt to console her and
stood, "Yeah, well, thanks for listening anyway, Karen."
Talk to him? Why didn't I think of that?
Mina shook her head. They'd never talked actually. Well,
there was that one time when she stepped on his foot...but that was
more of a "Ow!" followed by a "I'm so sorry!" kinda thing.
That left the score, Kyle: 1 million, Mina: 0.
She threw a handful of light, blonde hair over her
shoulder and inhaled deeply. It was time to even the score.
As she sauntered over to him with no real idea of what she
was going to do, the dixie cup nestled in her hand seemed to suddenly
become laced with fire and she smirked.
"Alright, Kayla, really...you don't have to--WHOAH!" Kyle
jerked forward and promptly removed Kayla's hand from its firm grasp
on his ass. She giggled giddily and hopped over to a cluster of
accumulating Kyle-admirers.
Something light and thin tapped his shoulder, and he whipped
around, relieved to have any type of excuse to peel himself away from
the mob of girls clinging to his legs.
When he saw the pair of impossibly light blue eyes he'd been
aching to turn his way for what seemed like forever, every smooth line
or compliment flew from his mind, and he stared at her dumbly.
Mina hesitated for a moment, briefly basking in the feelings
aroused in her mind when his steely eyes met her own, but then the score
board wedged itself between Kyle and her, and she smiled sweetly.
There was a collective gasp amongst the campers when she
turned on her heel with a satisfied smile, leaving Kyle sputtering
underneath a sticky, surprisingly fruity, wave of golden liquid.
Kyle: 1 million, Mina: 1 million and 1.
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Once when Darien was 14, he tripped on a well-placed
crack in the ground during a mad rush to catch the 6:00 bus to
his latest part-time job and fell face-first into the street. When
he lifted his bruised visage from the cold, snowy ground, he'd been
face to face with a half ton of metal moving towards his sprawled
out form at 65 mph.
And he would have gladly relived that morning a thousand more
times rather than be within a hundred mile radius of where he was at this
moment.
"...and then *after* Gerald threw you the life raft, I was
so scared that I dropped my ENTIRE bottle of pink diamond nail
polish all OVER my brand new Chanel sling-backs!" Brianna babbled
on animatedly, her voice resembling the screeching of the bus's
tires as it came to a desperate halt before slamming Darien's
life away.
Brianna lifted a lock of her firey hair and held it up
to her nose cautiously before exclaiming, "God, I smell like
I've been bathing in an pit of dead fish!" She stuck out her
tongue and flipped the hair back over her shoulder, tightening
her lethal grip on Darien's arm, "You don't think they make
big enough air-fresheners for whole lakes, do you, Dare Darling?"
Darien smiled and nodded--something he had become
accustomed to doing whenever Brianna ended a sentence with
"Dare Darling."
As they rounded the corner to the mess hall, Darien
had to refrain from flinging himself upon the blessed earth
in front of it and kissing it until he was convinced he was
really there.
It was when he saw Zach and Amy sitting comfortably
on the front steps that he lost all self-control and launched
himself into Amy's arms.
"Amy! God, how I missed you!" He said, barely able to
conceal his happiness.
Amy sputtered in his air-depriving embrace and patted
his back with her hand, eyeing Zach with a confused gaze. He
shrugged and laughed at his friend's antics.
"Have a good time, Dare?" He asked, looking behind his
nearly weeping friend and at a rather annoyed Brianna.
She tapped her foot impatiently, more than a little
pissed that her man was holding on to that little blue-haired
nothing and NOT herself. This simply would not do.
"Excuse us, Jack and..." She glared at Amy's quickly
purpling face, "Lamie, was it? Yes, well, Darien and I were
just coming here to change for our date tonight."
Darien finally peeled his arms away from Amy's torso
and looked at Zach with a "Help me or I will feed you to the
coyotes" look. Zach cleared his throat and turned back to
Brianna.
"Really...well, Darien, I'd hate to *ahem* ruin that
for you," He paused to bury the eruption of laughter that was
pushing to be released in his throat, "But a group of counselors
have poison ivy and since you're um...pre-med and all--uh,
they need your medical...assistance."
Amy raised her eyebrows. She'd already treated the
three unfortunates that afternoon.
Darien smiled widely, "Oh, that's too bad...sorry,
Bria, but *duty calls*," He looked at her, attempting to give
her some sort of a disappointed frown. Elation was just too
damn hard to mask, though.
Brianna puckered her bottom lip and stamped her high
heeled foot, "Oh, poo! I was looking forward to showing you,"
She trailed her manicured finger over Darien's jawbone, and
brought her ruby lips centimeters from his ear. Zach and Amy
watched the startled emotions flash over Darien's face and
his neck stiffen considerbaly.
Brianna turned her head around and looked at Amy and
Zach before continuing, "I guess that will have to wait until
later then."
Darien leaped with joy interally.
"Well, I just hate to do it but--hey, is that Bob the
Builder I hear?" He smiled widely and dashed from her arm and
through the doors to his safe haven.
Brianna pouted behind him and contemplated on running
after him.
Newest issue of Vogue or screeching pre-schoolers?
She bid her night of Darien seducing goodbye and brushed
past Jack and Lamie with a healthy 'snob glare' conjured just for them.
Amy glared at her retreating back.
"What I wouldn't give to be the one to knock her right off
those Barbie heels of hers..."
Zach did a double-take and looked at Amy's smirking face
incredulously. She eyed him curiously and then covered her mouth
with her hand.
"Did I say that out loud?"
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"Ew, Darien, what's that cologne you're wearing? Shamoo?"
Serena giggled at her own humor and crinkled her nose.
Darien was so happy at being away from clingy Brianna that
he barely heard her comment.
Like moths drawn to a flame, every child in the room dropped
what they were doing or eating or breaking and scampered over to him
with squeals and yelps of excitement.
Serena watched him be enveloped in the mob and laughed in
spite of herself. Why was this Darien so different from the one she
knew?
She tried her damnedest not to look or even attempt to
decipher the change in his usual steely personality, but, alas,
his smiling midnight eyes and electrifying grin melted away her
resolve.
I could almost...get used to this side of him. She
thought subconsciously, not really noticing when Lita and Raye
came up behind her and began talking.
Not that she'd really had much of a chance to be exposed to
it yet, but the effect the children were having on her mortal enemy
made her almost jealous that she couldn't bring out the brighter side
of Darien before. Hell, she didn't even know it existed in the first
place.
She looked on with curious eyes, surprised to find herself
smiling bemusedly as he joked with them and allowed them to crawl
all over him like ants on a picnic basket.
What did they have that she didn't, anyway? But, then again,
why would she *want* it?
"SERENA!"
Her ears were ringing...why was she being shaken like that--OH.
"Geez, Raye! What is it?" She glared at her friend and shook
off the tremors in her shoulders from being shaken back and forth.
Raye sighed exasperatedly and was about to begin another healthy
dispute with her best friend when Lita nudged her with her elbow.
"WHAT?" She glared up at her and followed her emerald eyes
to the 19 year old sprawled out on the floor.
Lita smirked secretively and Raye finally caught on.
Serena continued to rub her shoulders and watched the exchange
between the two with curious eyes.
Don't even say it, you guys.
"Don't even *think* about saying it," She brushed past them
and over to the refreshment table. This was nothing Libby couldn't cure.
Karen returned her small smile with a ladle of grape juice and
a grin of her own.
"Why do guys suck so much, Kare?" Serena sighed and took the
cup. She slouched into a seat, and Karen eyed her dismayed and confused
eyes wearily.
"Scoot over, girl."
I should really start charging for this.
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Heh heh heh...a little therapy never hurt anyone did it?
Stay tuned, people! I'm just gettin' started.
And btw, in this fic I've said a few times how long the camp
session actually is, and I think I may have put one week or
two weeks, but it's TWO weeks. TWO TWO TWO TWO TWO. :D
*I don't own Libby's Juicy Juice, SpongeBob Square Pants, OR
Bob the Builder.*
R&C/R! ~Adrial~
Adrial_06@yahoo.com
Chapter 4: Juicy Juice and Teen Therapy
Rating: PG
Author: Adrial
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'You can't be me
I'm a rock star
I'm runnin' on the top of a cop car
I'm a rebel and my .44 pops far
It's almost over now
It's almost over now'
"Who lives in a pineapple under da sea?
SPONGE BOB SQUARE PANTS!
Absorbent and yellow and porous is he!
SPONGE BOB SQUARE PANTS!"
'You had plenty of time
There was no rush
But it was your dream to be like us
You're in dreamland so you don't care
And as you wait
We're standing there'
"If nauticall nonsense be somethin' you wish
SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS!
Then drop on the deck and float like a fish!
SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS!
SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS!
SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS!
SPONGEBOOOOB!
SQUARE PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANTS!"
"I give up!" Jason slammed down his head phones,
the defiant voice of Pharrell Williams fading out. He ran
his hands through the blonde mass on his head and sighed.
Matt grabbed the CD player from his hands with
lightening speed and slammed the headphones over his own,
aching ears.
"Ahh..." He closed his eyes and folded his arms behind
his head.
Jason eyed him with an annoyed gaze and tried to
grasp the edge of sanity before he fell head first into
nautical-psychosis.
SpongeBob took five, and he had to bite his
tongue not to scream with relief.
"How much more of this are we going to be subjected
to?" He asked Zach, who was drinking a dixie cup of Juicy Juice.
Zach watched the grape liquid swirl around the cup
and wondered why he ever gave up fruit juice in the first place.
He downed the rest and poured himself another.
"Yo, Zach!" Jason said louder and reached over to pound
him in the shoulder with his fist.
Zach jerked his head over to Jason and cursed underneath his
breath when he knocked over his glass of juice.
"WHAT?" He asked.
Jason raised his voice, "I said HOW MUCH LONG-ER?"
Zach squinted his eyes and cupped his hand over his
ear, "WHAT?!"
Jason scoffed and reached over to remove the orange
ear plugs sticking out of Zach's ears.
"HOW MUCH LONGER?!" He screeched again.
Zach cringed, "Geez, Jay. You don't have to yell."
Jason threw his hands in the air and admitted defeat.
On the other end of the party, Serena and Lita were
currently attempting to deliberate Mina and Kyle's chances of
hooking up while doing the hokey pokey with a handful of kids.
"Stick your *left* foot in, not your right, Tommy," Serena
giggled and lightly nudged his other foot with her toe.
"So, she really likes him, huh?" Lita craned her neck
to get a better look at the incredibly massive male staring
openly at her best friend's blonde head.
Serena blew a wisp of hair from her face, "Yeah, and
she's been psyching herself out about him since we got--NO,
Chloe! Don't eat that!"
She brought her left leg and arm out of the circle and
scurried over to Chloe who was kneeling next to a lovely pile
of assorted cupcake wrappers.
Her wide, chocolate brown eyes were confused as Serena
removed a gooey wrapper from her hand and forced her to spit out
the remnants of the two she'd already begun to consume.
"Chloe...you eat the *cupcake*, NOT the wrapper, sweety,"
Serena said exasperatedly, inwardly praying that Chloe didn't get
wrapper poisoning or anything.
The sticky six year old puckered her bottom lip and squirmed
as Serena tried to wipe off her mouth and hands with a wet-nap.
"Yuck!" She squealed and writhed out of Serena's hands
and into the two foot high mass of children dancing (more like
bouncing up and down repetitively) in the elaborately decorated
mess hall.
When the campers and Karen had returned from their two
day hiking excursion, the kids had been more than a little excited
about the surprise party thrown for them.
The only ones not enjoying the festivities were the three
junior campers who had unfortunately tried to [clean] themselves
after doing their [business] with poison ivy leaves.
"Sucks to be them." Matt had said openly when they'd come
back smothered in calamine lotion and scratching like crazy. Lita gladly
rewarded him with a fist in his rib cage.
Raye nervously smoothed the wrinkles in her dark, hip hugger
jeans and tried to keep her idle hands from twisting the bright red
material of her halter top into a bunch at the hem.
If this top doesn't catch his attention, then I might as well
give up.
Jason had been avoiding *her* now, and she'd spent the better
part of the evening staring at him from across their table and wishing
he'd say SOMETHING.
From his side of the table, Jason had finally managed to stop
the ringing in his ears from repeted playings of the theme song to
Teletubies. Unbeknownst to Raye, her ensemble had been the one thing
that was keeping him planted to his seat all night rather than bolting
for the nearest exit.
How was he supposed to speak to her coherently when she had
THAT on. The inch or two of tan skin peaking out from under her shirt was
more tantalizing than if she were wearing a string bikini top. And the
fact that each time she moved, her silky hair would fall in her face
and she'd brush it aside with an impossibly adorable scowl was making
matters worse.
Halfway through the party, he'd decided to make a gallant
attempt at conversation one more time, but she'd chosen that moment
to excuse herself to the bathroom, and he'd lost his courage by the
time she returned.
Come on you dipshit, what are you waiting for? He mentally
coached/berated himself.
He gave a great sigh and rose purposefully. The few feet
around the table and over to the girl that had been plaguing his
mind for what seemed like eternity seemed to drag on, and when he
found himself inches from her, he froze.
Raye looked up at him expectantly, her violet eyes glittering
under the cheap disco ball hanging from the ceiling.
Say something, idiot! She screamed at him mentally, and
slowly stretched her glossy lips into a smile.
Say something, idiot! Jason screeched to himself and
opened his mouth. Surprisingly, no words came out.
Raye cleared her throat, "Uh...did you want something, Jason?"
YOU! YOU! YOU! YOU! YOU! His mind screamed.
Jason laughed nervously, choosing to answer her with something
a little less...obsessive sounding.
"Uh...yeah," He ran his hand through his hair and laughed
again, "Well...um..."
Raye straightened in her chair and tucked a lock of raven
behind her ear.
"Yes...?"
Jason's hand fell limply at his side, "Good juice, huh?"
Raye remained silent for a second, purple eyes wide and
unbelieving. She cleared her throat again.
"Yeah, Jason. It's...great," She rose and brushed past
him, leaving him with the faint scent of her hair and a dixie cup
filled with crimson juice.
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Outside in the sticky evening air, Amy rubbed her
forehead with her palm and sighed.
I have to tell him... She thought, gulping as her
heart sped up at the mere thought of Zach.
It had only been four days since she'd met him. How
could he *possibly* be having such an effect on her emotions
so soon? She thought back to the mirror she'd stared at for
an hour straight before coming to the party. Her reflection
floated around in her mind for a lingering moment before
it was shattered by the sounds of footsteps.
"Amy, you out here?"
She inhaled sharply, contemplating whether or not
to flee the area. Before any such actions could take place,
however, Zach's smiling face appeared beside her, and she
found herself smiling back.
"Hey," She breathed, feeling as if she were being
violently flung and tossed around on a roller coaster.
The setting sun cast a shadow over his face, and his
intoxicating peradot gaze sent her heart into flutters of
giddiness. Warning signals were blaring in her mind that she
shouldn't be letting herself feel so much for another, but
she promptly silenced them.
"What are you doing out here?" He joined her on the
porch, and folded his arms over his knees.
God...if he doesn't stop looking at me like that, I
think I'm going to start GIGGLING.
She shrugged, casting her eyes elsewhere, "Nothing really."
"You know, Tommy's been asking for you for a while
now," He said bemusedly and laughed at her blush. It was no
secret that Chai twin #2 had taken an obvious liking to her, and
Amy laughed slightly at the thought.
"I think I crushed the poor kid when I told him you were
already taken."
The silence that fell over them was unbearable for a few
seconds, and her already pounding heart went into over-drive as
if she'd accidentally swallowed the Enegizer Bunny after it
ODed on steroids.
He turned to her hesistantly, wondering if he'd crossed
the line once again and was surprised to find her smiling softly
at him.
"You don't, you know...mind, do you?" He said, suddenly
wondering where his mojo had flown off to and desperately trying
to stretch the confines of his mind to get it back.
Amy's heart gave one final flutter before its pace returned
to normal, and she laughed again.
Zach was left with a goofy grin plastered over his face
and the ghost of her petal soft lips on his cheek after she rose
and climbed the few steps back to the party with a surreal feeling
of lightheartedness nestled in her stomach.
He stretched his arms behind his head with a contented sigh.
"Who says Mr. Clean ain't a ladies' man?"
"I heard that."
Amy's voice, dangerously close to his ear, nearly made him
leap ten feet in the air. He took a moment to calm the beating of his
own internal bunny, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, laughing
harder than she had in a long, long time.
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Mina watched Lita and Matt flirt shamelessly and longed
to smack the happiness right out of them. It wasn't that she didn't
want them to be happy--she wanted nothing more than that--but it
irked her to no end that she, the Goddess of Love and Beauty, was
standing alone like a wallflower while they paraded around in
all their love-sick glory.
She sighed and shoved off of the wall, heading over to the
punch bowl. Karen smiled jubilantly at her from behind the refreshments.
"Hit me," Mina said dejectedly and plopped into a seat beside
the table.
Karen laughed lightheartedly and obliged, filling her cup
with a ladle-full of juice. Mina downed the cup in one swig and held
it out to be refilled.
Karen shook her head and rested her elbows on the table.
"As much as you think it might help now, getting drunk off
of apple juice really won't solve your problems. Not to mention,
you'll regret it the next morning," She smiled goodnaturedly.
Mina wasn't the first confused teen to make their way over to
the refreshment table looking for something other than juice.
Jason had been first--begging for any type of information she
could offer him about how to get Raye to speak to him. Unfortunately,
she'd only known the raven-haired girl for a short time, therefore she
could offer him nothing other than the fact that her grandfather
was directly across the lake and a trained martial arts instructor.
She didn't think that tidbit of info had done much to ease his
apprehension, though.
Mina laughed in spite of herself and sighed again, watching
Timmy and Tommy's current brawl over who would get to decapitate
the pinata first.
"What it must feel like to be them," She said, "When your
biggest problems are who gets to wear the blue jacket, and if you
like someone, all you have to do is shove their faces in the sand-box
and you're bonded for life."
She filled her cup herself and took a small sip this time.
Karen laughed at that and shook her head, "Don't worry. You've
still got *plenty* of growing up to do yourself, kid."
Mina resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and finished her
juice in one gulp again.
"Look at him," She nodded at Kyle who was being mobbed by his
fan club--mainly consisting of girls under the age of 6, "All those
girls throwing themselves at him. He won't even give me a second glance."
Karen rose her eyes brows at Mina and tried to bite down her
laughter.
"Honey, I doubt he'll be starting any serious relationships with
five year olds. As far as I'm concerned, you're in the clear."
Mina scoffed, "But he's been all over my friends ever since we
got here! Helping them, complimenting them, pulling out CHAIRS for them,"
She trailed off, her point clearly made in her mind.
In Karen's mind, she saw what a sixteen year old wouldn't and
patted Mina's knee gently.
"You'll figure it all out, Mina. For now, just talk to him and
see where it takes you."
Mina smiled gratefully at Karen's attempt to console her and
stood, "Yeah, well, thanks for listening anyway, Karen."
Talk to him? Why didn't I think of that?
Mina shook her head. They'd never talked actually. Well,
there was that one time when she stepped on his foot...but that was
more of a "Ow!" followed by a "I'm so sorry!" kinda thing.
That left the score, Kyle: 1 million, Mina: 0.
She threw a handful of light, blonde hair over her
shoulder and inhaled deeply. It was time to even the score.
As she sauntered over to him with no real idea of what she
was going to do, the dixie cup nestled in her hand seemed to suddenly
become laced with fire and she smirked.
"Alright, Kayla, really...you don't have to--WHOAH!" Kyle
jerked forward and promptly removed Kayla's hand from its firm grasp
on his ass. She giggled giddily and hopped over to a cluster of
accumulating Kyle-admirers.
Something light and thin tapped his shoulder, and he whipped
around, relieved to have any type of excuse to peel himself away from
the mob of girls clinging to his legs.
When he saw the pair of impossibly light blue eyes he'd been
aching to turn his way for what seemed like forever, every smooth line
or compliment flew from his mind, and he stared at her dumbly.
Mina hesitated for a moment, briefly basking in the feelings
aroused in her mind when his steely eyes met her own, but then the score
board wedged itself between Kyle and her, and she smiled sweetly.
There was a collective gasp amongst the campers when she
turned on her heel with a satisfied smile, leaving Kyle sputtering
underneath a sticky, surprisingly fruity, wave of golden liquid.
Kyle: 1 million, Mina: 1 million and 1.
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Once when Darien was 14, he tripped on a well-placed
crack in the ground during a mad rush to catch the 6:00 bus to
his latest part-time job and fell face-first into the street. When
he lifted his bruised visage from the cold, snowy ground, he'd been
face to face with a half ton of metal moving towards his sprawled
out form at 65 mph.
And he would have gladly relived that morning a thousand more
times rather than be within a hundred mile radius of where he was at this
moment.
"...and then *after* Gerald threw you the life raft, I was
so scared that I dropped my ENTIRE bottle of pink diamond nail
polish all OVER my brand new Chanel sling-backs!" Brianna babbled
on animatedly, her voice resembling the screeching of the bus's
tires as it came to a desperate halt before slamming Darien's
life away.
Brianna lifted a lock of her firey hair and held it up
to her nose cautiously before exclaiming, "God, I smell like
I've been bathing in an pit of dead fish!" She stuck out her
tongue and flipped the hair back over her shoulder, tightening
her lethal grip on Darien's arm, "You don't think they make
big enough air-fresheners for whole lakes, do you, Dare Darling?"
Darien smiled and nodded--something he had become
accustomed to doing whenever Brianna ended a sentence with
"Dare Darling."
As they rounded the corner to the mess hall, Darien
had to refrain from flinging himself upon the blessed earth
in front of it and kissing it until he was convinced he was
really there.
It was when he saw Zach and Amy sitting comfortably
on the front steps that he lost all self-control and launched
himself into Amy's arms.
"Amy! God, how I missed you!" He said, barely able to
conceal his happiness.
Amy sputtered in his air-depriving embrace and patted
his back with her hand, eyeing Zach with a confused gaze. He
shrugged and laughed at his friend's antics.
"Have a good time, Dare?" He asked, looking behind his
nearly weeping friend and at a rather annoyed Brianna.
She tapped her foot impatiently, more than a little
pissed that her man was holding on to that little blue-haired
nothing and NOT herself. This simply would not do.
"Excuse us, Jack and..." She glared at Amy's quickly
purpling face, "Lamie, was it? Yes, well, Darien and I were
just coming here to change for our date tonight."
Darien finally peeled his arms away from Amy's torso
and looked at Zach with a "Help me or I will feed you to the
coyotes" look. Zach cleared his throat and turned back to
Brianna.
"Really...well, Darien, I'd hate to *ahem* ruin that
for you," He paused to bury the eruption of laughter that was
pushing to be released in his throat, "But a group of counselors
have poison ivy and since you're um...pre-med and all--uh,
they need your medical...assistance."
Amy raised her eyebrows. She'd already treated the
three unfortunates that afternoon.
Darien smiled widely, "Oh, that's too bad...sorry,
Bria, but *duty calls*," He looked at her, attempting to give
her some sort of a disappointed frown. Elation was just too
damn hard to mask, though.
Brianna puckered her bottom lip and stamped her high
heeled foot, "Oh, poo! I was looking forward to showing you,"
She trailed her manicured finger over Darien's jawbone, and
brought her ruby lips centimeters from his ear. Zach and Amy
watched the startled emotions flash over Darien's face and
his neck stiffen considerbaly.
Brianna turned her head around and looked at Amy and
Zach before continuing, "I guess that will have to wait until
later then."
Darien leaped with joy interally.
"Well, I just hate to do it but--hey, is that Bob the
Builder I hear?" He smiled widely and dashed from her arm and
through the doors to his safe haven.
Brianna pouted behind him and contemplated on running
after him.
Newest issue of Vogue or screeching pre-schoolers?
She bid her night of Darien seducing goodbye and brushed
past Jack and Lamie with a healthy 'snob glare' conjured just for them.
Amy glared at her retreating back.
"What I wouldn't give to be the one to knock her right off
those Barbie heels of hers..."
Zach did a double-take and looked at Amy's smirking face
incredulously. She eyed him curiously and then covered her mouth
with her hand.
"Did I say that out loud?"
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"Ew, Darien, what's that cologne you're wearing? Shamoo?"
Serena giggled at her own humor and crinkled her nose.
Darien was so happy at being away from clingy Brianna that
he barely heard her comment.
Like moths drawn to a flame, every child in the room dropped
what they were doing or eating or breaking and scampered over to him
with squeals and yelps of excitement.
Serena watched him be enveloped in the mob and laughed in
spite of herself. Why was this Darien so different from the one she
knew?
She tried her damnedest not to look or even attempt to
decipher the change in his usual steely personality, but, alas,
his smiling midnight eyes and electrifying grin melted away her
resolve.
I could almost...get used to this side of him. She
thought subconsciously, not really noticing when Lita and Raye
came up behind her and began talking.
Not that she'd really had much of a chance to be exposed to
it yet, but the effect the children were having on her mortal enemy
made her almost jealous that she couldn't bring out the brighter side
of Darien before. Hell, she didn't even know it existed in the first
place.
She looked on with curious eyes, surprised to find herself
smiling bemusedly as he joked with them and allowed them to crawl
all over him like ants on a picnic basket.
What did they have that she didn't, anyway? But, then again,
why would she *want* it?
"SERENA!"
Her ears were ringing...why was she being shaken like that--OH.
"Geez, Raye! What is it?" She glared at her friend and shook
off the tremors in her shoulders from being shaken back and forth.
Raye sighed exasperatedly and was about to begin another healthy
dispute with her best friend when Lita nudged her with her elbow.
"WHAT?" She glared up at her and followed her emerald eyes
to the 19 year old sprawled out on the floor.
Lita smirked secretively and Raye finally caught on.
Serena continued to rub her shoulders and watched the exchange
between the two with curious eyes.
Don't even say it, you guys.
"Don't even *think* about saying it," She brushed past them
and over to the refreshment table. This was nothing Libby couldn't cure.
Karen returned her small smile with a ladle of grape juice and
a grin of her own.
"Why do guys suck so much, Kare?" Serena sighed and took the
cup. She slouched into a seat, and Karen eyed her dismayed and confused
eyes wearily.
"Scoot over, girl."
I should really start charging for this.
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Heh heh heh...a little therapy never hurt anyone did it?
Stay tuned, people! I'm just gettin' started.
And btw, in this fic I've said a few times how long the camp
session actually is, and I think I may have put one week or
two weeks, but it's TWO weeks. TWO TWO TWO TWO TWO. :D
*I don't own Libby's Juicy Juice, SpongeBob Square Pants, OR
Bob the Builder.*
R&C/R! ~Adrial~
Adrial_06@yahoo.com