Okay, this chapter's kind of short too. But whatever. And Charity doesn't
slap James (she's all over him though. It's sickening. Like this girl on
Pokemon today... But I am so not going there). However, Sarah hits him
upside the head. Which is ten times more fun, trust me. And Charity's a
southern belle-ish person. And see, the next two chapters will have other
people in it and yeah.
Charity gasped.
"James, darling! Whatever are you doing in that jail with that redhead?" Charity asked with a thick Southern accent.
James winced and Sarah knew she had to do something. She winked at James, who swallowed.
"Oh, we were in some bushes and we were "entertaining" ourselves. However, we didn't know that it was a British camp. They caught us and threw us in here," Sarah lied.
James raised his eyebrows. Charity gasped.
"James, dear? Is this true?" Charity asked, stunned.
Sarah shot a James a look and he licked his lips.
"Yes, Charity," James grunted.
Charity clapped a hand to her mouth.
"Why James! That hussy over there has stolen your virtue!" Charity shrieked.
Sarah flushed the color of her hair and James was the color of a cherry.
"More like the other way around," Sarah whispered, loud enough for Charity to hear.
Charity glared nastily at her and Sarah glared back. Sarah turned to James, who she embraced tightly. She tackled him and they landed on the straw. Charity frowned at the scene before her and cleared her throat. They ignored her.
"You're a great actor," Sarah whispered, impressed.
From Charity's window view, she could see little. So, to her, it looked like they were kissing while they weren't. James smiled.
"You too," He hissed.
Sarah smiled. Charity cleared her throat.
"James, I could get you out of that prison," Charity offered.
James looked up.
"Really?" James exclaimed.
Charity batted her eyebrows and nodded.
"What about Sarah? Can she come too?" James asked thoughtfully.
Charity glared and shook her head no. James looked at Sarah and then back at Charity.
"No. If she can't go, then I can't go!" James yelled.
Charity stuck her nose in the air.
"Fine, James! Make a stupid decision for that tramp! I'm leaving!" Charity huffed.
James smirked.
"GOOD!" James hollered after her.
Sarah stared at the boy she knew so well in awe. Then she came to her senses and slapped him upside the head.
"James Hiller! You had the chance to escape and yet you did not. And for me, of all people! Where are your brains?" Sarah yelled.
James frowned and rubbed his head.
"Is this what happens when I'm nice to you?" James whined.
Sarah silenced him with a vicious glare. James moaned and looked out the window longingly, wishing for freedom. Sarah looked at him and tapped his shoulder. James turned around, expecting another of their great arguments. He was met instead, however, with a huge hug. James was very surprised.
"No one has ever done such a sweet thing for me! Thank you, James!" Sarah said happily, hugging the air out of him.
James choked and she moved back. He nodded and rubbed his neck.
- Loren ;*
Charity gasped.
"James, darling! Whatever are you doing in that jail with that redhead?" Charity asked with a thick Southern accent.
James winced and Sarah knew she had to do something. She winked at James, who swallowed.
"Oh, we were in some bushes and we were "entertaining" ourselves. However, we didn't know that it was a British camp. They caught us and threw us in here," Sarah lied.
James raised his eyebrows. Charity gasped.
"James, dear? Is this true?" Charity asked, stunned.
Sarah shot a James a look and he licked his lips.
"Yes, Charity," James grunted.
Charity clapped a hand to her mouth.
"Why James! That hussy over there has stolen your virtue!" Charity shrieked.
Sarah flushed the color of her hair and James was the color of a cherry.
"More like the other way around," Sarah whispered, loud enough for Charity to hear.
Charity glared nastily at her and Sarah glared back. Sarah turned to James, who she embraced tightly. She tackled him and they landed on the straw. Charity frowned at the scene before her and cleared her throat. They ignored her.
"You're a great actor," Sarah whispered, impressed.
From Charity's window view, she could see little. So, to her, it looked like they were kissing while they weren't. James smiled.
"You too," He hissed.
Sarah smiled. Charity cleared her throat.
"James, I could get you out of that prison," Charity offered.
James looked up.
"Really?" James exclaimed.
Charity batted her eyebrows and nodded.
"What about Sarah? Can she come too?" James asked thoughtfully.
Charity glared and shook her head no. James looked at Sarah and then back at Charity.
"No. If she can't go, then I can't go!" James yelled.
Charity stuck her nose in the air.
"Fine, James! Make a stupid decision for that tramp! I'm leaving!" Charity huffed.
James smirked.
"GOOD!" James hollered after her.
Sarah stared at the boy she knew so well in awe. Then she came to her senses and slapped him upside the head.
"James Hiller! You had the chance to escape and yet you did not. And for me, of all people! Where are your brains?" Sarah yelled.
James frowned and rubbed his head.
"Is this what happens when I'm nice to you?" James whined.
Sarah silenced him with a vicious glare. James moaned and looked out the window longingly, wishing for freedom. Sarah looked at him and tapped his shoulder. James turned around, expecting another of their great arguments. He was met instead, however, with a huge hug. James was very surprised.
"No one has ever done such a sweet thing for me! Thank you, James!" Sarah said happily, hugging the air out of him.
James choked and she moved back. He nodded and rubbed his neck.
- Loren ;*