A/N: Hey-o! I update again, with another delightful chapter with... *checks* Swearing, problem-avoiding, denial, and Oni attacking Nate. Woo-hoo!
I would like do dedicate this chapter to two boys from school: The Uber-Straight Tyler and The Strange Muse Anthony. These two gave me the idea for this first part of this chapter – it's based on true-to-life events. WHOO!
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It was the early afternoon when Viggo burst into the lobby of the lodge, wearing nothing but a pair of sweat pants and his boots. His board was in his hand, and he was grinning.
"These are the best sweats in the world!" he exclaimed. The four boarders in the lobby looked at him. Psymon and Griff were wrestling, and though Psymon was going easy on the other, he was still winning. Mac was playing his Gameboy while laughing at the two on the ground, and Elise was reading a novel, facing the fire.
"Yeah, okay," Griff said, before tackling Psymon in a desperate surprise attack. Elsie and Mac simply raised their eyebrows.
"No, they are! Here, feel!" He walked over to Elise, and she hesitantly pet the leg of the pants.
"Wow, they're soft," she said, nodding, "What are they made of?"
"Hell if I know!" He went over to Mac. "Here, feel!" He then blinked, then blushed lightly, "Er, you don't have to if you don't want to."
"Naw, man," Mac responded, smiling faintly. He reached out and ran his hand along the pant leg. "Yeah, that is soft. I think it's like fleece or something. I might have a matching headband..." he trailed off.
Psymon and Griff stopped in mid-strangle, watching the two with interest. Elise looked up and shook her head, before returning to her book. Mac was stroking Viggo's leg, zoned out slightly. Viggo was watching his hand, the blush growing.
"Told you," Griff muttered to Psymon, who raised an eyebrow at the two.
"Uh..." Viggo's cough drew Mac out of his stupor, and he blushed as red as Viggo.
"Uh, yeah, they're really soft. Definitely fleece." Viggo smiled.
"Yeah. Oh, jeezus, I'm freezing and tracking snow. Gotta go change!" The Swede quickly departed.
Psymon started cackling. Griff grinned. Elise shook her head again, but smiled nonetheless. "What?!" Mac asked hotly, glowering at them.
"Nothing," Elise said for them all, and returned to her book, still smiling.
"What's so funny?!" the American asked Psymon, glaring.
"The pants!" he cackled. "The pants control you!"
"Invader Zim reference?" Oni asked, coming in from outside. "We talkin' about the Swede's pantalones?" Psymon nodded.
"Mac was zoning!" Griff said cheerfully, "Like you when you trace Psymon's tattoos!"
"I'm sure it's not exactly the same," the girl said, smirking at Mac. Psymon smirked.
"I dunno – he seemed pretty into it," he said, and Mac flushed.
"I was just admiring the fabric!" he shouted.
"The fabric, or the thing that the fabric covered?" Elise said, monotone. Oni raised her eyebrows.
"Really now?" Oni looked over at Mac, who was glaring with pink cheeks. "Mac, is there something you've been hiding from us?"
"Leave me alone, for Christ's sake!" the American shouted, standing up and storming out of the lodge. Oni frowned.
"That's never a good sign," she muttered.
"This will be entertaining," Psymon chuckled, grabbing Griff and giving him a noogie.
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Moby sighed, idly scooping up snow and rolling it into a ball, before crushing it again. Last night was one of his worst almost-slips that he had experienced – he hadn't even been able to calm himself down until hours after Viggo had left the room. And this morning, the Swede had looked at him like he was a monster, and had promptly left to 'go shopping' with Oni.
He felt pretty shitty, but realized he wasn't the only one when a snowball zoomed past his head and slammed into the tree across from him hard enough to shake it.
"Whoa," he muttered, looking over his shoulder. Mac was there, already creating another hard snowball. "Hey, Mackenzie, what's your damage?"
"Leave me the hell alone, Jones, unless you want one hard-ass New Yorker snowball in your face." Moby waved a hand.
"I'm not gonna bug you, mate. I got enough on my mind."
"It's your fault," Mac said sullenly, coming and sitting next to Moby on the log. The Englishman blinked.
"My fault? Why?"
"You freaked Viggo out, so he had to come to my room."
"...What did he tell you?" Mac looked at the other, raising an eyebrow at his stony expression.
"That you were yellin' in your sleep. You freaked him out enough to make him come runnin' to my room in his satin bikini briefs, dawg."
"So why is this related to you being violent with a tree?" The American sighed, and kicked the snow idly.
"Nothing..." He looked up, then back at his boots. "Well, it raised some stuff that I thought I had beaten down into the deep dark corners of my mind." Moby rolled his eyes behind his shades, and tugged at one of his dreadlocks.
"You mean that crush on Viggo you've been sportin' for a bit?"
"I do not have a damned crush on Viggo! He has the crush on me!" the other responded vehemently, eyes narrowed.
"No one responds that violently to something that's not true." Mac growled.
"Very Brodi of you. I'm sure he would be so freakin' proud." Moby shook his head.
"It's not Brodi, it's psychology. If you don't like Viggo, and he knows that – which I know he does – why are you so angry?" Mac bit his lip, then looked at Moby with forlorn eyes.
"I'm friends with him, but everyone acts like I'm crushing on him! I feel like I can't be his friend if this keeps up. I dunno what to do, man!"
Moby, eyes narrowed in concentration, picked up some snow and started to form a ball with it. "You, Mackenzie 'Mac' Fraser, are going to let some friends' teasing get to you, and make you lose a friendship they're not trying to make you give up?"
"It sure seems like they want me to. I can't even hang out around him now without people... insinuating stuff."
"....Then...just maybe they see something that you're trying to deny. You said so yourself, you've got stuff in the deep dark of your noggin."
"What are you trying to say?" Mac asked, threat evident in his voice. Moby held up his hands.
"What I said is what I said, and I can't make it much more obvious than that. Why are you so against it? You're not like Nate, are you?"
"What? No! I'm nothing like Nate." Mac frowned, and looked at the sky. "I just... don't know. I mean, I still would give up my best snowboard for a date with Tara Dakides, but..."
"But...?" Mac bit his lip again, looking at Moby.
"But when... No, I don't have a crush on Viggo, god damn it." Mac stood up. "There's no way I have a crush on that womanizing bastard!"
"Mac-"
"And don't try to bring stuff up that isn't there, Jones! I'll kick yo' ass if you do!"
"I seriously think just trying to avoid this won't help-"
"You stop avoiding whatever's made you so uptight and sullen lately and I'll stop avoiding it!" Mac covered his mouth, looking at Moby with wide eyes, then turned and ran as fast as possible away from him.
Moby smirked, shaking his head, and tossed the snowball he had been shaping into the air, catching it and then crushing it between his fingers.
"You're going to be avoiding Viggo for a long time, then, mate," he muttered, standing up and heading the opposite direction of Mac.
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"You know what, Nate? You're a real dick," Elise growled, flanked by Oni and Odette – all three looked equally intimidating. "First you have to beat up Viggo for being himself, and then you have the gall to come up to me and act like you're not the biggest idiot in the world. You shouldn't be apologizing to me, you should be apologizing to Viggo. He was the one you beat up, after all."
Nate glowered at the blonde bombshell, fists clenching and unclenching. "I'm not apologizing to you, I'm only asking for you to give me a chance!"
"I really don't like the idea," the model shot back, "Honestly, you're too filthy for me." Oni sneered. Odette merely used the haughty look that JP had taught her, looking at Nate like he was a type of bug one usually used two bottles of raid for.
"You know what, you snotty bitch?! You're too low for me. I hope you rot in hell, you whore!"
"Fuck off, ya hick!" Oni shouted, stepping forward and raising a fist, "No newbie can call Elise a bitch – that's my job!"
"Great show of support," Elise muttered, arms crossed, sunglasses up to show her icy blue eyes.
"You should stay out of this – go suck your freaky boyfriend's shriveled dick!"
"That is it!" Oni screeched, before leaping onto Nate and clawing at him, "I'm gonna kill you!"
"Oni!" Odette exclaimed, grabbing the Japanese girl and dragging her away from the man. "Oni! Calm down!" Oni slowly stood, then shrugged Odette's hands off.
"Don't you dare insult Psymon again, you halfwit! Do digata ni kazana ho akeruzou! Jigoku ni ike!"
"Look what the fuck you did," Elise snarled, "She's so pissed off she's talking in Japanese! Go away, will you?" Nate turned, and stormed up the steps.
"Chicken shit!! Fucking coward!! Don't run away from me, you fucker!" Oni screamed.
"Oni!" Odette shouted, shaking the other. "I know he is a total ass, but you need to calm down! You are making a scene!"
"I should fucking kill him! I will fucking kill him! You hear me, Nate?! I'll fuckin' kill you!!"
"She doesn't get this worked up over Psymon, usually," Elise said uneasily, looking at Oni, who looked insane.
"She's never needed to." Odette, finally having enough, smacked Oni across the face. "Snap out of it!" Oni blinked, then stood down.
"I... sorry," she muttered.
"It's okay," Elise said for the two other girls. "Thanks for sticking up for me, and for sticking up for the other Canadian around here."
"I will hurt him."
"Yes. But, let's not bother with him right now. He is a jerk, no need to think about him anymore," Odette said quickly, leading the girl to the door, "Let's go get lattes!"
"Alright," Oni replied, slightly dazed. They disappeared through the door, and Elise shook her head.
"I've got some crazy bitches backing me up."
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A/N: Yeah... Nate really doesn't do apologies well. XD I needed this to happen – trust me, I don't hate Nate SO much... there's just stuff that needs to happen and the proper fuel must be fed to this fire.
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