Disclaimer: Sad truth, I don't own it.
I'm really sick with the flu right now so you're gonna have to deal with it if it's not very good.
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Chapter 17 The Kiss
"Hayden. Hayden wake up." Said Misty, shaking Hayden.
The morning bell had already rung. Misty was having a difficult time getting him up.
"What?" He asked annoyed, not bothering to open his eyes.
"Time to get up." She said.
"The sun isn't even up yet." Hayden said, his eyes still unopened.
"Exactly. Before the sun is up is the best time to dig. It's the coolest part of the day." Misty replied.
Hayden hesitantly opened his eyes and got off his cot and smirked at Misty, still in her shorts and belly shirt.
Misty sighed in annoyance and put on her orange suit and shoes.
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Hayden soon understood why it was best to dig before the sun came up.
"It's real hot out here." He kept complaining.
His pale skin was getting sunburned. Misty felt bad. She never sunburned.
A few minutes later the water truck came.
"Come'n get yer water." Said Mr. Sir as he got out of the truck.
"Digging blows." Said Hayden pouring his last bit of water on his face.
"Yeah, it does." Said Misty. "But you get used to it."
"You have to get used to a lot of things at Camp Greenlake don't you?"
"Yeah." Misty replied.
"The smell, the food, digging . . ." Hayden said.
"The fact that Misty's mine." Said Squid coming up behind Misty.
"Hey, Alan." She said hugging him.
Hayden got a hateful glare in his eyes.
"So Hayden, I never got around to asking you, how old are you?" Asked Misty.
"Seventeen."
"Same as Alan. I turned sixteen on the seventh." She replied.
"Next!" Yelled Mr. Sir.
Misty scooted up in line and Mr. Sir grabbed her canteen.
"Zero must be dead by now. There's almost no way he could survive the heat with no water." Mr. Sir said cruelly.
"He's probably just fine, Stanley too. They aren't dead Mr. Sir."
"Keep dreaming, girlie. Next!"
"They're probably fine, Spitfire." Said Twitch comfortingly.
"I mustn't get my hopes up." Misty replied bitterly.
She walked back to her hole and continued digging she had about three feet left to dig and was already tired.
By the time Misty finished her hole she was so tired she had to practically crawl back to camp. She quickly got her shower and went to the tent. She lay down and pulled out her CD player she had hidden under her cot in her backpack. She pushed the play button and drowned out the outside world with her A.F.I. CD, with her favorite song, Silver and Cold.
She was half asleep, half listening to Davey Havok sing when she felt someone tap her shoulder. She opened her eyes quickly and saw Hayden's pale figure standing there. She pulled off her headphones and sighed.
"Hey." He said.
"Hi, Hayden." She replied.
The dinner bell rang and everyone else in D-Tent left.
"Coming Misty?" Asked Squid.
"No, Alan, I'm not hungry." She said.
"Listen, Misty, I know that Squid keeps bragging about how you're his and stuff . . ." Hayden started to say.
"I don't belong to anyone." She replied shortly.
"Yeah, well, I . . . I like you, a lot."
"That's always nice." Misty yawned.
"You don't care?" Hayden asked.
"What Squid don't know can't hurt him. But, believe me, if he knew you liked me you be dead."
"So you don't care?"
"Nope." She replied setting her CD player down on the floor.
"Good."
Hayden gave her a sly look and pushed her down on the cot. And softly kissed her on the lips. She sank into the pillow, rolling slowly onto her back as Hayden kissed her, feeling the wonder of being connected like this to another person. His kiss sang into her. Daringly she parted her mouth just slightly beneath his, and felt his breath come in. His fingers clenched convulsively in her hair and, quite unexpectedly, Misty felt the tip of his tongue touch her lower lip. She felt his lip ring push against her lip. As if he'd barely been able to wait for permission, Hayden opened her mouth with his own and let the weight of his chest rest on hers.
"You're beautiful." He said.
"Wait, Hayden I . . ."
"Shhhh." He put his finger over her lips.
"But Alan will . . ."
"What he doesn't know can't hurt him, remember?" He asked slyly.
"No, Hayden." Misty tried to protest. She tried to push him off, but he held her down.
Hayden kissed her again.
"Misty?" Asked a voice from the door.
She jerked her head away from Hayden.
Squid was standing at the entrance to the tent staring at her in disbelief.
"Misty. How could you?" He asked.
"Alan, wait."
But it was too late. Squid sighed and walked out of the tent.
She scowled at Hayden and walked out after Squid.
A few minutes later, Misty found him sitting on a bench by one of the other tents.
"Alan." Said Misty softly.
"Go away." He said in a quiet tone.
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry won't change that you kissed him."
"He kissed me."
"Yeah?" Squid said, his voice becoming angry. "Well you sure as hell seemed to stop him, didn't you?"
"Alan, please." Misty begged.
"NO! I don't want to hear it! You could have stopped him. But you didn't. GO ahead and like Hayden. He's more you're type of guy. A goth jerk."
"There is absolutely nothing wrong with goth." She said offended. "And I don't want to like him. I love you."
"You sure aren't showing it." Squid replied walking out toward the mountains.
"Where are you going?" She asked.
"Taking a walk. I need to think about some stuff." He replied rudely.
Misty watched him until he was out of sight. She really wished she could turn back time.
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Uh-oh! Misty is a playa!
Misty: Am not. It's Hayden's fault.
Hayden: No, it's not my fault. It's HyperActiveSpaceMonkey's fault. She wrote it.
Squid: Let's kill her.
Monkey: I uh, gotta go. My muses are planning a mutiny against me.
Sorry it took me so long to update. I was in a car accident last Thursday. If you want to hear about it e-mail me at lunalovegood777@mugglenet.com