CHAPTER THREE
Whipped Dream
Jackson's Point of View
"Oh, darling! How long have I gone without you?" I asked, taking her into my arms.
"Long enough. But why, Jackson? Why did you leave me?" she asked.
"It's all part of my father's evil scheme of tearing us apart!" I exclaimed. "Gee, you're cold."
"All those days in my home, alone," she explained sadly.
"Well, do not worry," I told her. "You'll never be in the fridge again. Come here, you whipped cream!"
I pulled her into a kiss. She was still soft and sweet. And really creamy. I've grown fond of whipped cream ever since I was a child. And I never changed.
She began talking again. "Jackson, get up! Have you been dreaming about whipped cream again?"
I opened my eyes. "Huh? Where am I?"
"You're in the woods. Out camping, remember?" Dad said. "Now come out and get ready. We're going to go find Miley and Lilly and Jake and Oliver. They're still missing."
I sighed. Miley, Jake, Lilly and Oliver were nowhere to be found. And Dad thinks it's my entire fault because I haven't been watching them. I got up, took a bath in the public bathrooms, and got dressed.Yeah, so this was the woods, but it's still a camping site where people expect a place to actually take a decent bath in. I still felt rather silly for dreaming about whipped cream. Really stupid. But if Miley was here, she'd tell me, "But Jackson, you are stupid!" It's just her and her perfect little life.
Okay, so accuse me of being jealous. After all, Miley is Hannah Montana, with chart-topping songs and a life as a teen idol. And she manages to hide it in her everyday life. Me? I can't even do well in class. I know, I know. It's because I don't try hard enough.
But I'm lucky myself that she's my sister. She's the best little sister in the world. Like, when she was five, she gave me a card with messy handwriting and too much glue. Even though it said, For Jakson, da bestest big brother in da wurld, with spelling mistakes, and all, I still kept it folded and hidden in my wallet. Which contains Dad's change in the counter, but let's keep that between us.
I began shouting their names. "Miley! Lilly! Jake! Oliver!" My voice got louder with every word. "Where are y'all at?"
"Maybe we should just give up, Son," Dad said miserably.
"No, Dad, we can't go home without 'em," I said. "Speaking of going home, how long is this camping trip?"
"Just for a few days. But as long as they're not here, we're not going home."
I smiled a bit. So it wouldn't be too long before me and my whipped cream are united! But, back to the more serious situation. "Where do you think they are, Dad?"
"Not too far away, I guess," Dad answered. "This is not too big, anyway. Many people are camping here, too."
As if on cue, some strangers out camping appeared and waved.
I looked at my watch. Thirteen minutes after twelve. "Come on, Dad. Maybe we can find them somewhere near."
"Sure, Son," Dad said, distracted by his own misery. "I'll catch up."
I began walking away, shouting their names every now and then, looking at the smallest detail in every campground, thinking it maybe theirs. But I always turn out wrong. I looked around to see if Dad had followed, and sure enough, there he was, shaking his pants.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Fell down," Dad said. "Some little folks over there were running around in circles. One of them eventually hit me, causing me to fall down. Now let's go continue looking for them."
"I still can't believe Miley and the others are missing," I told him.
Dad placed his hand on my shoulder. "Then maybe it hasn't hit you yet."
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