Camping Trip
"So…" Sue trailed off expectantly, holding up two bags. "White marshmallows or pink, green, blue, yellow, and green ones?" she unsuccessfully held back a laugh.
Jack stared at her incredulously. "You're seriously asking that question?" he threw his hands up in the air mock-disgustedly. "There's no contest, the coloured ones blow white off the chart!" He exclaimed. "So young, so naïve, so much to learn," he grinned, repeating a phrase he had used with her a long while ago while discussing Aunt Peggy's Chicken.
Sue merely rolled her eyes once again. "At least I don't have the male map-phobia gene," she shot back, also repeating a phrase she had teased him with on an assignment.
"Fine, whatever, let's just get the pink ones," Jack heaved a sigh. He grinned again and squeezed her hand as they walked to the checkout line.
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"Bobby, stop!" Tara squealed. She giggled uncontrollably and tried to squirm out of the Aussie's grasp while still sitting on the log.
Bobby had managed to trick it out of her that she liked him, and now he was attempting to figure out how long. His attempts were futile, however, because Tara refused to tell him. And now he was tickling it out of her.
"Fine," she gasped, "Fine, I'll tell you!"
His hands stopped their torture.
"I went out with Stanley to get over you."
/\\/\\
Lucy's gaze jerked to his eyes, down to the ground, and back up again. "What?"
Instantly regretting he had said anything, Myles drew in a deep breath and repeated, "Because it wouldn't be."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Sarcasm returning, he countered her question with "What do you think it means?" not knowing how he was ever going to explain himself to her.
"I don't know!" the dark-skinned woman looked like she could pull her hair out any second. "Quit saying things like that unless you mean it, Myles!" Her hand came up to cover her mouth in a shocking realization of what she had blurted out.
In one smooth motion, she scrambled out of the tent and ran towards the edge of the river, slowing to a walk and kicking off her sandals. She stepped in the shallow water and waded through it, relishing the feel of the sand between her toes and trying to sort out her thoughts.
Bobby and Tara jumped up. "I'll take Myles, you take Luce," Bobby ground out. Tara ran after her friend, and her companion motioned the blond Agent out of the tent.
"Lucy, what is it?" Tara asked, catching up to her and joining her in the water. Lucy recanted the entire conversation, and the blonde woman's jaw dropped. "Wow, Luce."
Lucy groaned. "What's wrong with me?"
Laughing, Tara replied. "I think you like him, matchmaker queen." She cocked her head. "Who would've thought?" she mused, almost to herself, and laughed again. "So, what're you going to do about it?"
Myles stepped out of the tent with a pervasive scowl on his face. "Leave me alone," he muttered to the confused-looking Australian.
Bobby shrugged. "What happened, mate?"
Like Lucy, Myles recalled the entire conversation, and Bobby's jaw also dropped. "Uh, wow. So you like her, huh?"
Myles scowled again and stormed away. "Don't wait up," he threw over his shoulder as he strode a fair distance away from the ladies and the other male.