Dick was standing, their two bags on the shoulder. They'd decided to follow the stream. It was heading to Neptune and it was full of swimming food. "You ready ?" he asked. She was hiding from him. "Watcha doing ?" "Someone else !" she responded. She was actually peeling the skin from her heel. Aaooowww.

She limped to join him. "I can't walk." she stated. She showed him her feet. "Ew. Sorry." he let out. He came closer and took her feet in his hand, holding her with the other. "It's only here ?" he asked. "This spot ?"

She nodded. "Take your shoes off." she obeyed, watching him suspiciously. He took his knife out, and snorted as he smelled it. "Damn, this fishes are wicked angry !"

He cut the back of her two shoes. And scratched his head.

"Now, you'll keep loosing'em but you'll be able to walk a little bit." she smiled, impressed. "You bad ass." she said. "Thanks."

He held her hand when she tried to walk. It turned out ok. She scoffed at her shoes. "Man, that's ugly." she let out. He laughed.

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"Hey, d'you see what I see ?" he asked. "You mean that cabin ? Just waiting for us to crash in ?" he smiled and nodded. Then began running to it. "hey, wait.. I can't keep up !" she said, putting back in place the shoe she'd lost.

"There's no one in there. Must be a fisher's. There's no phone." What did I expect ? "Mine's dead." she said. "Mine too." She approached and ducked her shoes. "At least we got a place to stay tonight." she stated.

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He leaned against the wall, outside the cabin. "Damn, that's good. He said. He drank a shot of water from the river." She ducked the leftovers of their meal away. "Pfew. Not hungry anymore." she said. "Which day are we ?" Dick asked her. "Hum... Tuesday I guess." Three days already. She gabbed her aching ankle. "outch." he frowned. "Something wrong ?" She grinned at her feet."Sore." He sat in front of her and began to rub her foot. "Isn't it better than doing French homework ?" he asked, hiding the fact that he was uncomfortable. He relaxed when she smiled. "Ohh, yeah..." she whispered as he reached a painful spot.

He kept massaging in silence for a minute and switched feet. She reached for his bag and grabbed the bottle. She held it to him. "No, thanks. I... no." She frowned, and put it back. "You can." he said. She snorted. "Yeah, alone. No thanks." He let go of her foot. She folded her legs under her. "I can't do yours. But... I can do your back." she offered. He nodded.

She pulled his shirt off and he felt suddenly really awkward. Since when Ghost World could turn him on ? He wondered. Since when Dick the overconfident jerk could spend an entire day with a girl without losing his mind ? Well, since when was he wandering the woods ? Nothing seamed to be normal around now. Damn, not Cassidy's ex ! Beav. He'd just been so mean to her lately. Now he knew why he didn't understand.

His thoughts completely stopped when he felt her thumbs pushing deeper on his back muscles. Oh, Damn. "You're wicked good." he let out before he could held his words back. She giggled. "Yeah, I'm a bad ass, remember." he smiled.

She fully relaxed his back. "Damn, your back is huge !" she stated. "Yeah ?" he said. "Well, obviously you and Veronica can't have the same body but... Damn, your back is huge !" He reached for the bottle in his bag, trying not to think of what she'd just said. Wake up, dude.

"I thought you didn't want to ... ?" she asked. "Well, stop telling me stories of girls massaging each other, ok ?" she burst into laugh. "Aww.." she meowed. A naughty smiled broadening on her face. "What about the massage oil ?" she asked. "You know this thing that makes a body all shiny and slippery." he turned to her, shocked. "Mac ! Stop !" She laughed. "And the moaning ?" she added. "You know, of pleasure." He yelled and jumped her. They rolled on the floor. She was so laughing that she was crying, scoffing.

He pouted. "You're mean." he said. "No, i'm not. I'm a bad .. bad person." she said. "Damn straight !" he sat. "Now I'm gonna have to find a cold shower in those damn woods."

She giggled and rose. That was fun. It was weird laughing with Dick, but he wasn't the same Dick she knew. She guessed around his pals he was different. Guy pride or something. He brushed pass her and entered the wooden cabin. "One bed. At least it's large." he stated. She entered. "You think we'll be freezing again ?" she said. "Less I hope." he said, closing the door. She searched a drawer. "Hey look. Candles." She frowned at him. "They don't turn you on, do they ?" he smiled.

"Depends... If you strip down in front of me in candlelight it could." she laughed. "Like that would happened." "So... not." he said.