Chapter Three

Lil and Bridget raced down the hill swiftly, letting their hair catch the dew that tumbled over the trees above them. With the wind pushing them lightly down the muddy trail, the girls let their feet guide them into the disarrayed forest. Lil detested having fun without Kimi, but in this occurrence, it was hard not to. Bridget was fun-loving, outgoing, energetic, and preppy-definitely a girl Kimi and Lil would usually taunt. But, Lil let her thoughts uncloud her mind, and collapsed on a nearby tree next to Bridget.

"So," Bridget asked, curiously. "Who's the purple-haired friend of yours?"

"Oh, that's Tommy. I've known him almost forever," Lil informed, anxious to change the subject.

"He's cute, isn't he? I heard he is a photographer," Bridget gossiped amusingly.

"He's a filmmaker. And he's really good," Lil gushed, and thought about Tommy once again. She had developed a crush on him over the school year, and ever since, had been hopelessly in love with him. Kimi had done some harmless flirting with him lately, although Lil didn't pay that any to mind. She couldn't possibly have a crush on him-could she?

"I can tell. You guys have…a great relationship," Bridget hurried, and her eyes drifted over to the mess hall.

"Yeah, I guess you could say we all do. The six of us were only born, eh, a few months of each other," Lil spoke.

"Neat," Bridget remarked sarcastically. "So, why don't we go meet up with them in the mess hall right now?"

"I thought you said that we were sitting with your friends?" Lil asked, quite shocked.

"Boys always come between those catty female dogs," Bridget snidely hissed.

"I should invite Kimi to join us then, don't you think?" Lil wondered once again.

"Of course not-she's too weird to flirt with boys anyhow," Bridget commented, walking over to the mess hall.

You should see all the flirting she's done with Tommy, thought Lil. If you saw that, you'd never look at her the same way again. And with that, she rushed to locate Bridget and set her eye on Tommy.

Meanwhile…

"Tommy, this is the dumbest idea you've ever thought of, setting aside the time you thought we could dump ice cream into a fountain!" Chuckie yelled timidly, sliding down the thick sludge.

"C'mon, Finster, take a chance. We only have another mile left," Tommy shouted over to his companion, who was clinging to him for dear life.

"Yeah, even Dil is valiant than you," Phil commented.

"Hey! I heard that!" Dil remarked, and stopped to a halt on the thick grudge. "I think we should slow down, guys."

"Are you kidding me? Do you know all the radical footage I'm getting!" Tommy exclaimed enthusiastically.

"I'd rather have a crappy demo than risk my life!" Chuckie hollered angrily, and pulled over to a tree. His legs were swollen and rouge.

"Chuck, for the…lifetime that I've known you, you need to loosen up a little bit. Live a little bit-take some chances," Tommy coached supportively.

"Like asking Angelica out!" Phil dared.

"I told you guys, I don't like her. She's a total brat!" Chuckie defensively uttered.

"Sure you don't-and pigs fly…" Dil sarcastically replied. "I'll meet all you squares down at the end of this hill." And with that, he and Phil went slithering down hastily.

"I'm going to go ahead, okay?" Tommy frankly asked.

"Sure, sure. Just keep up," he commented before Tommy had skimmed down the sleep landing.

Chuckie had never really thought about his feelings for Angelica-or for that new girl Bridget, either. She was hot for one thing. And she had bitter sweetly reminded him of his ex, Samantha. But Angelica had always been pretty close in age with him-just 5 months-which made it easier to communicate with her. But his feelings were drifting, and his hormones were going crazy. He needed to make a decision-and promptly before Tommy and Phil snatched all the attractive chicks up.