Note: This story takes place on Earth! (Just for fun).
A special thanks to my regular reviewers: Elvenwolf, Jacks Ghost Girl, treasureplanet gurl, LadyAmelia2008, and Lone Wolfdog. I also want to thank the new reviewer, Emutet.
Jim dumped his boogie board on the sand. "Fine. I'm going to head back to the cottage---where I can wear some decent clothes."
Sarah's face crumpled. "Sweetheart, that Speedo looks great…you look like a male version of Tinkerbelle, which I think is very attractive."
"Uh…like I said, I'll be heading back before this conversation gets any weirder!" the teen replied. He stepped over a rather pink Delbert, grabbed a towel, and stomped off. Jim almost bumped into Amelia, who seemed to be heading back from the cottage.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Hawkins. Heading back already?"
Jim grimaced. "Yeah. I really want to take off this stupid bathing suit."
Amelia started to grin, which sent warning signals to the teen. The captain rarely cracked a smile. If she did, it was either genuine---or mischievous. Jim quickly took the latter.
"Ah. Well, I will see you later, Peter Pan," the young officer stated. Clasping her hands behind her back, she walked back to their beach site.
Jim shuddered and continued walking back to the cottage. He leaned against the rusty screen door and walked in. Then, the teen stopped.
"No way!" he gasped. All of the stuffed birds, which had decorated the living room, now wore his clothes. A large barn owl was adorned with Jim's socks. A huge black raven proudly wore the teen's white undies---one on his behind, and the other tied onto his head. Basically, all of the teen's clothes had been artfully arranged on the moth-eaten birds.
"Okay, Captain. If that's the way you want it!" Jim huffed. He ran into his room, his mind revving up ways to get revenge. He quickly stopped thinking, though, when he discovered that the only clothes he had left were his Benbow Inn shirt and the Speedo he had on. That was when Jim Hawkins screamed.
Back at the beach, things were beginning to wind down---especially for a certain doctor. Delbert had woken up to discover that he had quite a sunburn. Unfortunately, he had kept his hand on his stomach the whole time he was sleeping. So, while Delbert's whole body was pink from his thighs and up, a brilliant white silhouette of his hand remained on his abdomen.
"Blast that raging inferno!" Delbert cried. He clenched his fist and waved it menacingly at the afternoon sun.
"I think you have subdued it, Doctor. Now, will a kiss make you fell…more adequate?" Amelia asked, leaning closer to her husband.
"Perhaps, Captain…if you kissed me on my silhouette…" answered Delbert. They laughed, and were about to kiss when Sarah interrupted.
"My, that sun is hot…I guess I'll head back," the other woman said, fanning herself with her romance novel.
"Uh…um, yes…rather steamy!" Delbert replied.
Amelia rolled her emerald-green eyes and sat up. "Indeed," she said flatly.
Humming an off key tune, Sarah grabbed her beach bag, waved to the couple, and walked off.
"Are we alone?" the kind doctor asked.
"Affirmative, Delbert." The captain whipped off her sunglasses.
"But what about Jim?"
Amelia smiled. "He has been taken care of…"
Jim paced around the cottage and uttered curses at the stuffed birds. Their glass eyes gleamed back at him, seeming to enjoy the turmoil below.
"Oh, sweetheart! You finally created an abstract art masterpiece!" Sarah cried. The screen door squealed shut behind her.
"MOM. Do you honestly think that I did this?" Jim wondered if his mom had gotten too much sun.
Sarah beamed. "Who else would tie their own underwear into such masterful knots? The birds come alive with your garments on them!"
The teen looked up. "Ma, please don't say that again."
Jim's mother tucked her beach bag into a corner. "Well, if Picasso here won't take credit for his art, I suppose that you can take the clothes off---after I take pictures of this."
"What!"
"I embrace different works of art, honey. " She pulled an instant camera out of a kitchen cabinet.
"Mom…"
"There! That was a great shot," Sarah said enthusiastically, taking multiple pictures of the colorful birds.
Jim was starting to go blind from the camera's flash. "That's enough, Mom. Let's save the rest of the film, okay?"
Sarah shrugged. "Very well."
Jim was about to enter his room when he remembered that he needed clean clothes.
"Mom, can I borrow some of your clothes?"
His mother eyed the birds. "Of course, Dear. Preserving this masterpiece is a good idea."
Jim trotted into Sarah's bedroom and opened up the cupboards. He quickly grabbed a pair of khaki pants, then looked around for socks. Unfortunately, the only ones left were frilly purple and pink ones.
"Jeez…what a vacation," Jim muttered, grabbing the purple socks.
In the tiny kitchen, Sarah plugged in her portable radio and brought out some Cds.
"Oh…Fur Elise! That's romantic…" she muttered to herself. Sarah cranked up the volume and started to meditate.
A moment later, her son waltzed into the room, wearing the dreaded Benbow Inn shirt, khaki pants, and the socks which resembled a fancy wedding cake.
"How about we take some shots of the Dopplers, Mom? You've only been taking pictures of me and the birds."
"What? The birds and the bees?"
Jim lowered the volume on the radio. "The Dopplers!"
Sarah looked a tad irritated. "Yes, Jim, I know…Amelia and Delbert are doing that."
The teen rolled his eyes. "Doing what? Look, Mom, I'm going to take pictures of them, okay? What's so wrong with that?"
Sarah raised the volume again. "Just leave them alone for now!" she answered.
Jim walked off, totally confused. He grabbed the camera and went outside.
"Darn stupid vacation," he hissed, kicking at the sand. The teen didn't look up until he reached their umbrella.
In front of him, Delbert and Amelia were romantically entwined. Jim took two shots.
"Hello, Jim!" said the Doctor.
Amelia looked up, her eyes narrowed. "Why did you take those photos, James?"
Jim entertained the idea of saying, Gee, you know, for a science project. Then, his mind went blank.
"Well?" the Captain snapped.
"For Elise," Jim stammered.
Amelia looked ready to spit bullets.
-----Hope you guys like this! Jacks Ghost Girl, I love your idea…it'll fully appear in the next chapter. Right now, I'm building it up.
---I'm sorry for the LONG delay, but I was busy with school…RRR! Well, even though it's no longer summer, I'll still continue this fanfic!
---Finally, I will be adding more A/D. Keep up the awesome R&R!