Hi.
Sorry I took so long to update... sorrysorrysorry. Please don't kill me!
The damn writer's block had me. anyways, here she is. Enjoy!
When I return from the library, the camp is almost empty, the other campers being off on a canoe race or something. I go up to my room, not wanting to join in.
I think the canoe trip I already had was good enough.
I sit at the chair near the windowsill and think about Robin. He's seems so perfect... yet his health is really worrying me now. He always is visiting the hospital, he never eats any fatty food, he can't run, he can't hold his breath... NO!
Nothing's wrong with Robin! He probably just has asthma or something... yes... that's it.
He never takes an inhaler.
Nothing is wrong with Robin. He's perfect. I'm just paranoid after what happened to Mother.
I remember...
No. I don't want to remember. I don't want to remember any of it. I love Robin, and he'll be perfectly fine.
There's a knock on the door.
"Come in." I say, my voice worried.
"Hey!" says Will, grinning at me and holding Allan's hand. "Can we come in? We wanna have some peace from Joan... She's getting on our nerves."
"What's she doing?" I ask.
"PMSing."
I laugh. "Hey, leave her alone. PMS sucks."
"She's too emotional for even ME." Will states. "And I have high tolerance of that sort of thing. She's currently sobbing because we'll have to leave in two weeks and not see each other for a year."
"Well aren't you sad that Allan won't be around for a year?"
"I am. But he only lives forty-five minutes from my house." Says Allan. So we won't have to worry too much."
"Where do you guys live?"
"You mean you don't know? I live in upstate New York. He does too." Allan tells me.
"Really?" I say, "That's not too far from where I live. Boston."
"Honestly? We all seem to live nearby!" Will says. "Joan lives in Connecticut, Allan and I live in New York, You live in Boston, and Robin lives in New Hampshire!"
"What's that about my whereabouts?" Robin says from the doorway.
"We were talking about where we all live. Maybe we could all meet sometime after camp ends."
"That would be so much fun!" he says enthusiastically. "We could all meet in Boston."
"Yeah!" I say, and wrap my arms around Robin's shoulders. "Oh gosh, that would be so cool."
"Maybe we could meet on our own" Robin whispers to me.
"Ohh..." Will sighs with jealousy. "Allan, I want some love!"
Allan smiles and tugs at Will's hand, pulling him onto my bed. "Your wish is granted." He whispers into his ear, then brings his lips up to Will's. Their kiss is needy, but halting and nervous, a kiss that begs for more.
I look up at Robin. He smiles, "I suppose you want some too?" he asks, and brings his lips to mine.
"No." Robin states later that evening, "No. We have to hack Cedric Milligan tonight."
"Who is he, though?" inquires Joan, shaking her pink locks from her head.
"One of John's most loyal supporters." I say. "He's managed to keep himself out of the press, but I found a list online, and he's in the top-ten.
"Really?" asks Will. "then I suppose we get to work."
They all bend over their separate computers and work. I, my job being finished, curl up with Robin's Robin Hood book and read away into the night. I'm just at the chapter that introduces Little John when I hear something downstairs.
"Quickly! Get into your rooms!" I whisper, "I hear the Sheriff coming!"
"What?" cries Robin. "How could anyone have ever found out?"
Will, Joan, and Allan run out of our room. Robin and I jump into our beds, and pretend to be asleep, Robin's computer safely tucked under my bed.
Our door opens and our eyes close.
"I'm sure I heard them, sir." Says Guy's voice.
"Well, they seem to be asleep." The Sheriff growls. "I don't want another false alarm from you again, Guy Guisborne."
"Alright."
And with that, they exit our room. Robin and I lie in silence for a long time.
"That bastard." I say, wanting to spit all over him.
"Shh..." Robin says, "We'll just have to be more careful next time."
"I suppose so."I murmur into my pillow.
"It'll be alright," he tells me, "I promise"
"Goodnight." I say after another long pause.
"Goodnight." He whispers, "I love you."
It happened suddenly, with no warning. The wedding went without a hitch, and Mara was the happiest she had ever been, living with Brutus. He was kind, handsome, rich, and he seemed to genuinely like Mara. Mara had never really trusted him, but, as he said, "She's never really had any man to trust." He had been determined to earn that trust.
Her mother had just been ready to celebrate her second anniversary when it happened.
The accident.
Mara had been in the car with her mother on a shopping trip. It was lightly snowing, and the road was slippery.
They had been talking about how much better life was, now that they had secured a perfect man.
All Mara got from the accident was a broken arm. Her mother was not so lucky.
She was dead.
And Brutus blamed Mara. He wouldn't speak to her after the accident. Nothing. Mara could tell that he was angry with her for surviving All he did was cry.
And one day, Mara found him on the kitchen floor. He had had a mental breakdown.
The doctors said he would never be the same again.