Disclaimer: Curses these characters aren't mine!
Pairings: C/E
1 Chapter Three
Caitlin had been working on her Algebra and Trig for an hour now, and she was no where close to understanding any of it. Will had promised to be by the house soon, but that had been a half an hour ago. "I give up!" she screamed gritting her teeth.
"Now don't worry! It's super Will to the rescue," a low voice whispered in her ear.
Will had snuck up on her as she sat on the deck of the house. "I didn't think you were going to make it," Caitlin exclaimed, blushing.
"Now would I not stop by when a damsel in distress calls?" he laughed.
"Maybe. But I'm definitely not a damsel in distress," she replied. "Damsel I am not!"
They both laughed.
"Hey, check out why I was late," he rolled up his shirtsleeve and revealed a tattoo.
"Are you for real?"
"Yeah. Cool isn't it? It didn't hurt as much as some of the guys at the parlor had said it would.
Caitlin was shocked. A tattoo? Wow!
For the next hour they worked on the Alegebra, and then the Trig. He seemed to make it apply to Caitlin's life, rather than trying to make her memorize formulas and then understand it. Will explained the make up of the formulas. "Thanks for the help Will. I don't know where I'd be with out you."
Will raised his one eyebrow. "You can't live without me?" he asked huskily.
"No," she blushed. "I said, I don't know where I'd be if you weren't here."
She leaned across the table and at the same time, Will did the same. Their lips lightly brushed against one another, when a couple of voices interrupted.
"Well, look who's here, the damaged boy and the girl who would follow?" Griffin yelled, announcing his presence.
Caitlin turned to see Griffin and Eric standing there.
Will rolled his eyes. Caitlin smiled. "What do you guys want?" she asked annoyed.
"We're going to break another world record, and since you were the reason we didn't do it the first time, you're going to video tape it so we can send it in to the station."
"And just what, pray tell, are you going to do?"
Griffin put his arm around Eric's shoulder. "Eric's going to beat the record for most dill pickles eaten in a minute," he said proudly. "It's only like 168."
"You've got to be kidding?" Caitlin laughed.
"Nope! I've got a stomach of steel. I can do it," Eric boasted, patting his stomach and grinning widely.
Caitlin couldn't help grin at Eric's confidence. 168 pickles? "Fine. I'll do it tomorrow," she sighed.
Will glared at her. "Are you really going to do it?"
"Yeah," she nodded.
"Well, I'm outta here. I think I've had enough of the cool crowd," he stared down Eric. But Eric seemed to hold his own in the glaring contest.
"Oh, I'm hurt. Not!" Griffin dead panned.
Caitlin shook her head.
***
Eric ploughed through the mess that was his locker. Where is that textbook? Ah hah! He laughed triumphantly. As he was about to close the locker, he felt himself being shoved into it. "Hey!" Eric cried.
As he turned around he found himself face to face with Will. 'What a complete jerk?' Eric thought. 'What does Caitlin see in doofus?' "Watch where you're going dangerboy!"
Will glared at him and walked away with a smirk.
"I cannot stand that guy!" he grimaced.
"Who can't you stand?" Griffin asked, leaning against the locker next to his.
"Will!" he cringed. "How can Caitlin like a jerk like him?"
Griffin shrugged. "She's a girl. I guess girls go for mysterious guys like Will, even though they are jerks?"
"I'd make a better boyfriend than dangerboy," Eric mumbled.
"What did you say?" Griffin asked.
"Nothing," he replied.
***
"So are you ready?" Griffin asked, rubbing Eric's shoulders like a trainer would for his prizefighter.
"Yup!" Eric replied, jumping up and down on the spot, trying to warm up for what was going to be a tough challenge. "Hey where's Caitlin?"
Griffin ran up the stairs to look for her. He looked in her room. "Nope," he said under his breath. Then he looked out the window, "Nope," he grimaced.
"I can't find her down here," Eric yelled.
"She's not up here either," Griffin yelled coming down the stairs. "I guess she ditched us."
Eric rolled his eyes. "Well let's do it anyway."
***
Eric held his stomach, "Oh, I don't feel so good!"
"Just 20 more!" Griffin coaxed.
Eric just looked at the pickle in Griffin's hand and wanted to puke. He slid off the chair in the dining room and lay on the floor moaning. "I'm soooo done!" he groaned.
Griffin sighed. "Oh well. I guess we're not meant to break the World's record for eating pickles."
***
"What are we doing out here?" Caitlin asked, wading through the waves of grain.
"I'll show you," Will laughed dragging along two pieces of wood with a rope attached to both ends. He stopped in the field and pulled out a diagram of those crop circles you see in the Enquirer front pages. "We're going to make crop circles. Aliens visit a farmer's field."
She watched Will begin the pattern, showing her how to do it. Finally Caitlin caught on and joined in on the fun. When they had pretty much finished the diagram; a voice was heard screaming. "What the hell are you doing?"
They had been caught. Will pulled up his hood to cover his face, and so did Caitlin. Will jumped on Sinbad and he galloped up beside her as she was running. He pulled her up onto the horse and she held on to his waist for dear life.
***
"So, do you know if the police has figured out who did it?" Will asked over the phone.
Caitlin whispered over the phone in the kitchen. "I haven't heard any names. So I don't think they know it was us, but the guy got a good look at your horse and has described it to Jim. They think it was two guys."
"Oh. Well, did you get a kick out of it?"
"Yeah. It was a rush," she smiled guiltily. Caitlin had heard from Jim that it was Eric's field that had been destroyed and she felt awful. Had she known it was his field, she would have suggested going to another. 'But is that any better. You won't trash a friend's field, but you'll trash a strangers?' Caitlin was so confused.
"Caitlin?" Will's voice brought her out of her thoughts.
"Will, I gotta go."
"Caitlin, why don't you come down town and meet me for a burger?"
Caitlin hesitated, she wasn't sure if she wanted to see him right now. "I gotta go. Jim might get suspicious." And she hung up the phone.
How was she supposed to know? Right?
***
Please R&R! I hope you guys like it! I've enjoyed writing it!
Pairings: C/E
1 Chapter Three
Caitlin had been working on her Algebra and Trig for an hour now, and she was no where close to understanding any of it. Will had promised to be by the house soon, but that had been a half an hour ago. "I give up!" she screamed gritting her teeth.
"Now don't worry! It's super Will to the rescue," a low voice whispered in her ear.
Will had snuck up on her as she sat on the deck of the house. "I didn't think you were going to make it," Caitlin exclaimed, blushing.
"Now would I not stop by when a damsel in distress calls?" he laughed.
"Maybe. But I'm definitely not a damsel in distress," she replied. "Damsel I am not!"
They both laughed.
"Hey, check out why I was late," he rolled up his shirtsleeve and revealed a tattoo.
"Are you for real?"
"Yeah. Cool isn't it? It didn't hurt as much as some of the guys at the parlor had said it would.
Caitlin was shocked. A tattoo? Wow!
For the next hour they worked on the Alegebra, and then the Trig. He seemed to make it apply to Caitlin's life, rather than trying to make her memorize formulas and then understand it. Will explained the make up of the formulas. "Thanks for the help Will. I don't know where I'd be with out you."
Will raised his one eyebrow. "You can't live without me?" he asked huskily.
"No," she blushed. "I said, I don't know where I'd be if you weren't here."
She leaned across the table and at the same time, Will did the same. Their lips lightly brushed against one another, when a couple of voices interrupted.
"Well, look who's here, the damaged boy and the girl who would follow?" Griffin yelled, announcing his presence.
Caitlin turned to see Griffin and Eric standing there.
Will rolled his eyes. Caitlin smiled. "What do you guys want?" she asked annoyed.
"We're going to break another world record, and since you were the reason we didn't do it the first time, you're going to video tape it so we can send it in to the station."
"And just what, pray tell, are you going to do?"
Griffin put his arm around Eric's shoulder. "Eric's going to beat the record for most dill pickles eaten in a minute," he said proudly. "It's only like 168."
"You've got to be kidding?" Caitlin laughed.
"Nope! I've got a stomach of steel. I can do it," Eric boasted, patting his stomach and grinning widely.
Caitlin couldn't help grin at Eric's confidence. 168 pickles? "Fine. I'll do it tomorrow," she sighed.
Will glared at her. "Are you really going to do it?"
"Yeah," she nodded.
"Well, I'm outta here. I think I've had enough of the cool crowd," he stared down Eric. But Eric seemed to hold his own in the glaring contest.
"Oh, I'm hurt. Not!" Griffin dead panned.
Caitlin shook her head.
***
Eric ploughed through the mess that was his locker. Where is that textbook? Ah hah! He laughed triumphantly. As he was about to close the locker, he felt himself being shoved into it. "Hey!" Eric cried.
As he turned around he found himself face to face with Will. 'What a complete jerk?' Eric thought. 'What does Caitlin see in doofus?' "Watch where you're going dangerboy!"
Will glared at him and walked away with a smirk.
"I cannot stand that guy!" he grimaced.
"Who can't you stand?" Griffin asked, leaning against the locker next to his.
"Will!" he cringed. "How can Caitlin like a jerk like him?"
Griffin shrugged. "She's a girl. I guess girls go for mysterious guys like Will, even though they are jerks?"
"I'd make a better boyfriend than dangerboy," Eric mumbled.
"What did you say?" Griffin asked.
"Nothing," he replied.
***
"So are you ready?" Griffin asked, rubbing Eric's shoulders like a trainer would for his prizefighter.
"Yup!" Eric replied, jumping up and down on the spot, trying to warm up for what was going to be a tough challenge. "Hey where's Caitlin?"
Griffin ran up the stairs to look for her. He looked in her room. "Nope," he said under his breath. Then he looked out the window, "Nope," he grimaced.
"I can't find her down here," Eric yelled.
"She's not up here either," Griffin yelled coming down the stairs. "I guess she ditched us."
Eric rolled his eyes. "Well let's do it anyway."
***
Eric held his stomach, "Oh, I don't feel so good!"
"Just 20 more!" Griffin coaxed.
Eric just looked at the pickle in Griffin's hand and wanted to puke. He slid off the chair in the dining room and lay on the floor moaning. "I'm soooo done!" he groaned.
Griffin sighed. "Oh well. I guess we're not meant to break the World's record for eating pickles."
***
"What are we doing out here?" Caitlin asked, wading through the waves of grain.
"I'll show you," Will laughed dragging along two pieces of wood with a rope attached to both ends. He stopped in the field and pulled out a diagram of those crop circles you see in the Enquirer front pages. "We're going to make crop circles. Aliens visit a farmer's field."
She watched Will begin the pattern, showing her how to do it. Finally Caitlin caught on and joined in on the fun. When they had pretty much finished the diagram; a voice was heard screaming. "What the hell are you doing?"
They had been caught. Will pulled up his hood to cover his face, and so did Caitlin. Will jumped on Sinbad and he galloped up beside her as she was running. He pulled her up onto the horse and she held on to his waist for dear life.
***
"So, do you know if the police has figured out who did it?" Will asked over the phone.
Caitlin whispered over the phone in the kitchen. "I haven't heard any names. So I don't think they know it was us, but the guy got a good look at your horse and has described it to Jim. They think it was two guys."
"Oh. Well, did you get a kick out of it?"
"Yeah. It was a rush," she smiled guiltily. Caitlin had heard from Jim that it was Eric's field that had been destroyed and she felt awful. Had she known it was his field, she would have suggested going to another. 'But is that any better. You won't trash a friend's field, but you'll trash a strangers?' Caitlin was so confused.
"Caitlin?" Will's voice brought her out of her thoughts.
"Will, I gotta go."
"Caitlin, why don't you come down town and meet me for a burger?"
Caitlin hesitated, she wasn't sure if she wanted to see him right now. "I gotta go. Jim might get suspicious." And she hung up the phone.
How was she supposed to know? Right?
***
Please R&R! I hope you guys like it! I've enjoyed writing it!
