Links in the Chain
By Lacey52
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A note: And it's about dang time I wrote another Tucker journal, ain't it? And yes, there is a thing in turkey called 'tryptophan' that causes a chemical reaction in your body that makes you drowsy. Ack, it's short! Oh well, I needed Tuck to introduce this new tidbit.
VIN (Very Important Note):
I will not be able to update this story on Fridays, Saturdays, or Sundays for the next five or six weeks.
I volunteer every January and February at a Girl Scout camp, Camp La Jita, helping with the Winter Horse Camp program.
I have no access to a computer or the internet, which means no typing and no posting, and absolutely no time to sit down and write or plan. I've done this every year for the past five years, I enjoy doing this very much, and the smiles on the girls' faces are well worth being without technology and away from my story for three days.
This doesn't mean, however, that I will not write and update during the week. I fully intend to keep to my one chapter a day schedule that I have unofficially set for myself. I love this story and you guys and will not give it up.
Anywho, to recap the main point of my rambling:
I will be continuing this story during the week, meaning Monday through Thursday, and will not give up on it. Please forgive me for taking Friday through Sunday off, as it's my volunteer work and I love doing it.
Thank you all very much for your continuing support and patience. I love you all and want you to know you're an amazing audience! Lots of love to you and thank you again!
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Chapter Thirty Three: Indulgence
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Thursday, November 24th:
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Man I am so stuffed I doubt I could eat for another week…alright, another couple of hours, because I'm about to head downstairs and stuff my face with left over turkey sandwiches and reheated stuffing for a midnight snack.
Have I ever mentioned that I LOVE THANKSGIVINGS?
Just thought people should know that if they find this electronic journal at some point in the future and use it to study people from my era. Not that it'd do a lot of good with how weird my life is, but at least it's something.
Take for example Danny and Sam, the two best friends that I've known for what seems like forever. They have some weird things going on that bleed over into my life. Great friends, but complicated as all get out.
Said with only the deepest love and affection of course.
Danny's got his whole 'I'm a halfa, ghost butt kicking, city saving, super hero' thing going on, and like that isn't bad enough, their link is back in full force. Keeping track of it has been fun, and hearing about a thousand rumors flying around school is great. People trying to decide if it's a real 'psychic' thing or if it's a prank all over again.
But today, in the middle of Thanksgiving, of all days, I noticed something new. Why am I always the first person to notice things between Danny and Sam? Why can't they just pay attention and notice things themselves? They'd have been together for like, the past two years now if they were more observant.
Whoa, getting off topic there. Backtracking a bit…I noticed something new. Between the vegetables versus meat war that I and Sam had been engaged in, I saw them scooting their chairs closer together. Cute, but nothing new. Then came the little 'blushy moments'. Also nothing new. The talking in sync, the finishing of each other's sentences, the mysterious giggling that had Danny's parents and sister staring. Nothing new.
I guess that, for those people reading this in the future I should explain that we have this little tradition. Every year the three of us spend the entire day together. Since we can't get together for every holiday, we figured Thanksgiving was the perfect time to hang out. We rotate going to each other's houses. Like last year it was my place for breakfast, Sam's for lunch, and Danny's for dinner.
This time it was breakfast at Sam's, which included first going to Danny's to drag him out of bed. During this time we chatted about what we we're having today and when. Her parents, per usual, had already left the night before, so Danny safely entered without fear of a restraining order. Her parents are soooooo weird.
Then came the lunch at Danny's place, which was where I started noticing little things. After all the normal 'weird' things were over and done with and most of the food eaten, Sam went to help Jazz clean up.
Guess she felt bad about the amount of plates me and her had made while arguing the merits of each type of food…hers being vegetables and fruits, mine being meat of course.
Me and Danny were doing the norm, ya' know, just being weirdoes and talking and all that. Being guys I guess you could say, because we started talking about girls. It was safe…Sam was out of the room and out of earshot. That's what I thought at least.
Well, we started talking about girls and their bodies, and then I mentioned Sam and asked what Danny thought, and he got all quiet.
The next thing I know Sam's back in the room, blushing a mad color red, and beating Danny upside the head with the wooden spoon she had been washing.
That was pretty funny so I snapped a picture for personal use. Nothing like more blackmail and you can definitely never have enough on your two best friends. Muwahaha…O.o' Okay, that's enough of that.
So yeah, that was just really strange. I mean, I know they can send pictures to each other in their minds, that's how the giggling game got started between the two of them.
But why in the world would Danny send…whatever it was that made Sam that upset? It had to of been something bad for her to have actually come and throttle Danny…
And why would Danny send it if he knew it would upset her? He had to of known it would make her upset…he's just good about knowing things like that when it comes to her…usually.
Argh. Like always they're confusing me more than they should. I should continue with the story and take a second look at all the facts. Heh, I sounded pretty smart there. Maybe I should try to be smart like that around Valerie…she seems like the kinda' girl who would appreciate intelligence.
That is if she doesn't end up killing my best friend somehow in the future, though I seriously doubt she could. He is already half-dead, as weird as that may sound. Yeah, people in the future are going to have a lot of questions after reading this.
Okay, off topic again. Stupid turkey and the tryptophan in it, making me all sleepy and making my thoughts fly around. Back to the story and recording the day's events.
So after lunch and cleaning up, we all just hung out and played a lot of bored games…I mean board games, lol. Yeah, I got kinda' bored with playing Clue, but Danny and his family seemed to enjoy it, and Sam was actually being pretty social, so I thought 'what the hey.'
Too bad Jazz ended up winning almost every game…I won the two she didn't, so I get to feel pretty haughty about it.
The bored…er, board games only lasted an hour or so, and then it was over to my place for more turkey, stuffing, turkey, ham, corn, turkey, bread, salads, pie, turkey, and spiced cider. And turkey.
Score one for the meat team.
Well, we sat down to eat and, again, Sam went out of the room for a minute and me and Danny started talking, making fun of people at school and just being jerks to people we had never talked to before.
I guess something I said really struck Danny because he started laughing…and Sam started laughing too, from the other room.
Danny just looked over through the door at her as she smiled his way and kept on chuckling and helping my Mom clean up a bit. He seemed really confused about it again, and mumbled something along the lines of, "I guess I must have sent it without thinking…"
I'm not really sure if that's what he said or not, but I'm too stuffed and sleepy to care. I really just want to finish writing this all down and go grab my turkey sandwich. Yum.
You know that actually kinda' sums up the day. Yum and Fun. Yum for the food. Fun for the Danny and Sam watching...and the food too I guess. That food war between me and Sam was actually pretty interesting.
I never knew that having an argument could be so much fun, then again I'd never had an argument that had rules to it. Sam called it a debate, so I guess that makes a little more sense. Maybe I'll check out the debate team sometime, though I think Sam would be better at it.
Hey, I learned something new today because of her too. Asparagus tastes like peanuts sometimes. Who knew?
Well, stomach's rumbling and it's time for that midnight snack! Yo, Tucker out.