Because
By: Maylea
Author's Note: Thanks to all who reviewed! Here's the promised first chapter, in Eric's point of view. Bee's will be in the next chapter.
kd-walker684 - Thanks so much for the advice and encouragement. :)
xsummerbabyx - Thanks for the support, and for reviewing my latest fanfictions. I'm really happy... :)
ggfan4life11 - Here's the update, hope you like this chapter.
Quicksilver19 - Thank you! I love Bridget and Eric together too, they are my favorite Traveling Pants couple. I hope you like this fanfic!
Riza-4789 - Sorry about that, but here's some of my original stuff.
katmiester - Here's my original chapter, with some lines from the same portion of the book in the prologue.
Lavenderangel - Well, only a few chapters will contain Bee angst, but I'm hoping you'd still read my story anyhow. :)
gandhigirlrock - Here's the update! Hope you like. :)
Disclaimer: Ann Brashares owns all the characters of The Sisterhood Of The Traveling Pants. I don't. I only have possession of this story.
Eric tossed and turned in his bed that night. Suddenly, the cabin didn't seem as comfortable as he used to think. He was beginning to sweat, silently complaining about the air condition, although its thermostat was already pointing to eight with ten as its coldest point.
He rubbed his lower back where Bridget hit him with her writing instrument. Its pointed side had hit his thin, see-through cotton shirt, into which he changed after the game, which Bee hadn't come to witness.
"But I'm older than you. I'm the one who… I'm the one who would get in serious shit if people found out."
If only he hadn't blurted that one out to her. He could've just said something else, instead of sounding so self-absorbed to Bee, whom he wanted to have, but couldn't. Damn this soccer camp, the hell with its regulations and rules.
"I'm sorry."
That didn't sound convincing enough either. Eric slapped his forehead and groaned. Why does he always screw things up, when he tends not to? He twisted to face the wall beside his bed. Burying his face into the gap between the side of the bed's loose sheets and the cold wall, he decided that what he did was right. He and Bee aren't supposed to be together, no matter how hard they tried to be.
And that just sucks. Completely.
Author's Note: I apologize for the extremely short chapter. But writer's block kind of got to me, which I loathe all the same. But please R&R your feedbacks and suggestions. I might be able to use them for this story. Thanks!