Shipmates
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Chapter 3 - What dreams are made of...
"Can't we just skip the safety demonstration?" Paris pleaded.
"Before you thought the whole ship was a death trap, and now you want to skip the information session that could save your life if something were to happen?" Rory smirked at the blonde. "Besides, it not like we have anything else to do."
Paris pulled the other girl closer. "I beg to differ," she said, stretching up for a kiss.
Rory's hands tangled themselves in the soft blonde tresses, revelling in the feel of Paris' inexperienced, yet powerful kiss.
After Rory's heartfelt confession, the two had scarcely been apart to breathe even. 'And that was hours ago.' Rory thought dimly. The kiss was making her a little lightheaded, and she was finding it increasingly difficult to think. Kissing Paris had that effect on her, apparently.
"Paris," Rory half moaned, pulling away slightly. "We're going to be late."
"I have not problem with that senario." she replied, pulling Rory back.
"You, Paris Gellar, have no problem with being late? The queen of punctuality?" Rory said, after breaking from Paris' intoxicating kiss once more. "I have trouble believing that." She stood, pulling Paris up with her. "And we're going, right now."
"Fine," Paris pouted. "But I won't make any promises that I won't ravish you during it."
"Right in front of Headmaster Charleston? You are full of surprises today, aren't you?"
Paris bit her lip. "Hadn't really thought that one through."
"Come on," Rory said, dragging her out.
After the safety lecture, the students were herded to a large dining hall, set up with long tables. One of the co-ordinators went up to the microphone.
"We will now have a group dinner. The seating has already been assigned, so find your seats." There was a unorganized scramble, as people searched for their seats.
Paris and Rory found themselves at opposite ends of the room, much to their disapointment.
Rory was sandwiched between two guys that looked as if they could have been pro wrestlers.
"Hey." one of them said. "I'm Mike."
"I'm Rory," she responded.
"Steve," the other one said.
"Nice to meet you both," Rory replied. She glanced up in Paris' direction, and saw the other girl staring intently back at her. 'I wish I was over there,' she thought sadly.
Paris, on the other hand, was between two people who clearly knew each other. Very well, in fact.
"Scott, honey, pass the rolls."
"Only if you give me the salt, sweetie."
As they retrieved the desired items, they linked hands directly in front of Paris.
"It's like I'm not even here," She said, rolling her eyes.
"If it makes you feel better, I see you." A new voice said from across the table. Paris looked up.
Emerald green eyes stared back at her. They belonged to a girl with shoulder length flame-red hair. 'A very pretty girl,' Paris noted.
"My name's Mary," she said, reaching out her hand. Paris smiled.
"Proper, aren't you?" she asked, returning the handshake.
"Well, I would have went for a kiss, but you're too far away." Mary winked at her.
For once in her life, Paris was speechless. Was the girl serious? Or just trying to be funny? She just stared back at the other girl, deeply confused.
Rory looked up from her food to see Paris staring at some girl across from her. 'Maybe she made a new friend,' Rory thought. 'At least she's doing better than me.' Mike and Steve were now debating football teams, and giving high fives above her head.
Paris decided to ask. "Are you serious?"
"Do you want me to be?" The girl shot back.
"I don't think so." Paris said sarcastically, shaking her head.
"So there was some thinking involved." Mary smiled. "Then I still have a chance for you to change your mind. I didn't catch your name, by the way."
"I didn't give it." Paris said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I wasn't going to point that out, but come to think of it, since I so nicely gave you mine, that's not very good manners on your part, now is it?"
Paris sat back, clearly at a loss for words. "Paris," she snapped, frustrated completely. She finally had Rory, and now this hot girl was clearly hitting on her.
"Pretty name." Mary said, taking a sip of water. She had yet to take her eyes off Paris.
"So tell me Paris, now that we're on a first name basis, are you seeing anyone?"
"Yes." Paris replied at once. Then she thought about it a second. "Well, kind of. Maybe."
"Yes, I see. Trouble in Paradise, huh?"
"No, it's just kind of unclear, and kind of new...Why am I telling you all this, anyway? I don't have to tell you anything!"
"And yet you are. Must mean you have to talk to someone. I'm a great listener, by the way. And I could listen to your voice for hours." She concluded, smiling slightly.
Paris tried to come up with a good retort, but couldn't help but feel flattered by her words. This made her feel guilty, and she lashed out instinctively. "Look, just stop! I don't even know you!"
"The guy your kind of, maybe seeing, is he here somewhere?"
Paris sighed. She obviously wasn't going to stop. Paris decided to play along. "Who said it was a guy?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Well well well. Even better for me. Okay, I'll bite. Is she here?"
"Yes."
"Butch?"
"Nope."
"Huh. You struck me as someone who would want a butch dyke."
"Then why would you hit on me?"
"Touche. Well, let me look." She turned and scanned the crowd.
"Oh, blue-eyed girl between the body builders."
Paris blinked. "How did you guess?"
Mary laughed. "She's staring right at you."
Paris looked. Rory was indeed staring at her. "Oh."
"Or maybe she's staring at me."
Paris frowned and looked again.
Now Rory was curious about Paris' new friend. Her 'friends' on the other hand, had other thoughts.
"Dude, Mike, those girls are checking us out!"
"Cool. I want the blonde."
Rory turned around. "Excuse me. The blonde is mine."
Mike and Steve looked at each other. "Lesbians. Awesome!" They said at the same time, sharing a high five again.
"The red-head with you too?" Steve asked timidly.
Rory rolled her eyes.
Paris looked back at Mary. "You better just leave Rory alone. Or you'll deal with me."
Just then, one of the co-ordinators went back on the mic. "Okay, you are all free to mingle, or explore the ship. Curfew is at 11."
'Finally' Paris thought, rising.
"You're just going to walk away? Without even saying goodnight? Unless of course you're not quite ready for the evening to end?"
"Hey," Rory said cheerfully, walking up to their table. "What's up?"
Paris narrowed her eyes. "I was just saying goodbye to Mary here."
"What? Not going to introduce me to your cute friend? That's okay, I'm not shy." She turned to Rory. "Hey Rory, I'm Mary. It's nice to meet you."
"Uh, same here...Did you just call me cute?"
"Yeah. Is that a problem? I just call them like I see 'em." She said, taking a step closer. Paris moved in front of Rory.
"I stand by what I said before."
Mary smiled, but stepped back. "Alright. But I'll see you two again. Real soon." She turned and walked out. Paris watched her leave, then exhaled loudly, turning back to Rory.
"What the heck was that?" Rory asked, clearly confused.
Paris shook her head."Told you we should have skipped it."
Next Chapter: New friends, or new fiends?
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