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Didn't think I'd be updating so soon? ;) LAWL JKJKJK I know it's been a couple of weeks since the last update, maybe even more really.. This chapter just so happens to be one of my planned ones, so I already had the idea while I was on holiday :D Hope you guys like it! EWW.. School starts on the 7th so I might not be able to update again this week.. :( BTW quick reply to 'Guest': Writer's Block is when you can't think up any ideas of any sort for a story and you're just stuck (that's my definition at least :P)
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"So Melanie, how'd you find last night, sleep-wise I mean?" Haley asks me as she plops herself onto my bed.
I crouch onto the floor to unzip my bag and put my gifts inside. I take out my plastic foldable travel comb and one of my hairbands from my outer pocket as I zip it shut. Yup, I've always been the go-to when it came to things like this. I didn't even realize I had my comb in the outer pocket up until a year and a half ago. I only just learnt that my watch was in my bottle holder compartment 2 weeks ago.
"Well.. I guess you could say I slept like a rock. Literally." I tell her as I start to brush along my hair, trying to keep all the hair I can in my ponytail, leaving my bangs hanging beside my eyes.
Haley props herself up on her elbows. "So, you didn't mind sleeping in your clothes at all?"
I frown at that. "What sort of question IS that? Obviously! I'm not gonna be sleeping NAKED if that's what you're thinking!" She bursts out laughing and falls over on my bed, covering her face with her hand. What I said was lame, like REALLY lame; why's she laughing so hard at it though?
The other girls in Cabin 5 shake their heads, smiling. Then they all walk out for breakfast.
I just form my lips into a straight line, and sigh a little as I sit on the bed to my left. I wait for Haley to stop laughing, which takes a while too.
Haley finally comes to, but she's out of breath. "Wow. I haven't laughed like that in a while. Jesus, Melanie! I didn't mean it THAT way! I meant the clothes that you're wearing right now, whether you're comfortable in wearing them or not."
I squint at her as if she tried speaking to me in Japanese. "Well, obviously I don't mind. I wouldn't be wearing this otherwise." I say, tugging at the hood of my jacket.
Frustratedly, she sighs and leaves the cabin. Just like that, she walked off. I flush a deep red in embarrassment. "Holy shit. Does everything I say make people uncomfortable?"
Haley returns carrying a cardboard box, torn and worn out, but a cardboard box all the same. It must be heavy since I can see how tensed the muscle in her arms are. I continue watching her, confused.
Grunting, I hear her as she approaches me, "Hello? A little help here?" I mutter a quick apology before placing the box on my bed. Haley takes out a cardboard knife and carefully slices through the tape of the sealed box. Opening it, I see what she was carrying: Clothes. Fresh and clean ones. I gasp a little at that.
One by one, I take each one out of the box, unfolding each clothing item and then holding it in front of me to see what it is. I continue for a good five minutes. By the time I'm done, I take note of my new clothes: 1 pale yellow hooded jacket, 5 dark grey T-shirts, 2 pairs of sand colored army pants, 2 pairs of black track pants, and 1 pair of olive green 3-quarter shorts. I'm also given equipment: a gray pouch, and dark brown tool belt with a ton of pockets, 2 adjustable Firefly armbands, a pair of fingerless gloves, and combat boots. I'm able to find a box of 9mm ammo as well in the box. All this equipment must've been what's so heavy.
Haley looks at me with a bored expression and tells me as she walks out, "Get changed. Breakfast is already being served. No need for the jacket and gloves. Wear just the pants and gray shirt. I'll see you outside."
HALEY'S POV
I head for the porch steps and let all of my weight drag me down to the wooden floor. I hug my knees to my chest and watch the scene in front of me. It's nice and quiet out here since everyone's gone to the Mess Hall. I can only hear the creaking of floorboards under me as I move my butt around to get comfy.
Poor Melanie. She doesn't even stand a chance with Mr. Hot-Head. She doesn't really seem fazed by it, though. I grin a little at that. Every girl that catches sight of Logan always end up in the infirmary. It's just plain pathetic, especially since all of them think they're still in high school. Well, technically, we still ARE in high school, but fuck that logic. We're survivors. We ain't supposed to think like that anymore.
I wonder how long Mel plans on staying. I'm leaving first chance I get, especially after what happened to Jared. They left him to die, to get taken by those fucking Hunters, and there was nothing I could do about it. I could kill Marlene, but where would that get me? I'd just end up as dead as Jared.
I notice people heading for their morning assignments. Why the hell are those man-sluts carrying their load with no shirts on? Those fuckers trying to impress us or what? Talk about lame. Ugh, God knows what we'll be assigned today. Mel's gonna have to come with me since she's the noob. Hang on, speaking of Mel, where the fuck is she? She was supposed to be here a while ago. Oh SHIT. Breakfast is FINISHED.
I stagger on all fours and slam the door open. What the HELL is she DOING?! She's fucking drawing NOW?!
MEL'S POV
"WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING, MILLER?! WE'RE FUCKING LATE! HURRY UP!" I hear someone screaming at me.
I whip my head up at look towards the direction of the scream. It's Haley. My eyes widen in fear as I drop the notebook and pencil onto the floor. Her face is bright red, and so is her neck. That scream must've taken up all the air left in her. She grabs the neck of my T-shirt with both her hands and brings me towards her face. "MILLER I TOLD YOU TO GET CHANGED! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE?!" Anger flaring in her intense sky blue eyes. Her mouth fixed into a raging scowl. I can't help but laugh at it.
She furrows her brow at me in confusion and pushes me back after letting go of my shirt.
"You look weird when you're mad. It's strange seeing you act like this." That's all I have to say to her as a response.
She scoffs at me and looks away. "I've never been late to breakfast. Or anything food related. Nobody take my food away from me. Because we're late, now they won't give us any."
I'm about to offer her some of the canned fruit in my backpack, but I remember what Dad told Uncle Tommy, or us now, "Whatever you find, you keep it for yourself. We're survivors; our needs come before others."
"GOOD. You've already changed. Tuck your shirt in, these fuckers are always talking about tidiness. Put on the strap-on pouch, and the boots too. Hurry up. We've got chores to do.." Haley says to me finally as she drags me out the door in a sprint. Everyone we pass stares at us blankly as we bump into them. Haley, being as blunt as ever, ignores them while I mutter quick apologies to each person.
We head over to the cabin next door, AKA the Supply Room, and enter. A girl a little older than us holding a clipboard stands beside mounds of supplies in the middle of the room. Ammo, cans of food, clothing, medicine, etc. all piled up in tons and tons of boxes, each one pleading to be organized.
I walk towards her with Haley in anticipation of our assigned task when I notice the fixed scowl on her face as she looks toward the opposite end of the room. She speaks in a low and dangerous voice, "Calvin, I haven't got all day. So I'll ask you again: Where are the meds you said you'd send to the Infirmary? It's been three hours and they still aren't there."
An attractive, tanned, beach worthy young man, presumably Calvin, appears from behind one of the tall stacks of boxes. "Anna. Calm down. I can't help it if these boxes aren't getting arranged. These kids are always coming late so I can't do anything until- THERE YOU ARE! You're late! Get over here and hurry up already!" Calvin says he turns towards our direction. We walk towards them sheepishly. I can feel 'Anna's' gaze burning into my flesh, infuriated at how late we are.
"Do you guys ever arrive on time? You're always leaving me hanging over here to do this all on my own! I mean, have you SEEN how much shit I've got to pile up in this room?" Calvin says to us, his dark blue eyes leering at us in frustration. He seems almost like a diva, especially after he throws his hands up to be extra dramatic. I'll call Calvin Mr. Fabulous from now on.
Haley pats his shoulder gently and tries to make up an excuse when we hear the door being opened. A deep voice enters my line of hearing, and I immediately turn around like everyone else in the room.
"Cal, the barracks are requesting more ammo."
"I'm well aware of that, thanks, Logan. AUGH! So much shit to sort out!" says Calvin as he pushes his sky blue hair.
"The meds.."
"Shut up, Anna! You're stressing me out here!" He starts fiddling with the piercing on his bottom lip.
"Ladies, just calm down a second."
"Logan, you keep your pretty boy mouth SHUT." Anna counters.
Haley and I just stand there awkwardly, waiting for the argument to end. Logan walks out of the argument and heads for my direction. I try to breathe normally as he approaches us. He puts down the box he was holding and takes out a can of fruit cocktail. He hands it to me and says, "Hey. Didn't see you at breakfast, so I saved one for you." A small smile concludes his greeting.
"Uh. Thank you." I manage to say to him, without stuttering. BOOSH. Bonus.
"Heeeeyy.. How come you didn't get me extra food? Logan! You've known me longer!" Haley says to him teasingly as she playfully punches his chest.
He gives her a soft chuckle and replies.
At first, I'm staring at his beautiful gray eyes. Next thing you know, my eyes begin trailing downward towards the lower part of his body, specifically his torso. Those abs of his sticking out from underneath his gray tank top. My eyes glance upwards some more, and focus on his arms. Damn, they're huge. Is he always going to be this big of a distraction for me? I can't even hear what he's saying anymore. His closeness is making me really uncomfortable. I stare down at my shoes and breathe slowly from my mouth.
I look back up to find him staring right at me, grinning from ear to ear. I fake a cough and look away, flushed red in embarrassment. I catch a quick glance at Haley to find her giggling at my expense. I've turned into a tomato.
"Alright younglings, settle down." Calvin says to us. Star Wars fan much? We all turn towards him. "We've got work to do."
A voice calls out from the back of the room, a young man, coffee colored skin, with neatly combed hair and a neatly trimmed beard. "Cal, what's taking so long? My break's almost over. Anna, Logan, Haley." No denying it, he's got a handsome face.
"Charlie." Logan replies to him, another genuine smile glued to his face. Anna gives him a double eyebrow raise while Haley smirks as she starts winking teasingly.
"Coming, babe!" Wait, what? Babe..? Oh. OH. Okay. Calvin and Charlie are.. Okay then. Two good looking guys totally MFEO (Made For Each Other). That's good to know.
Calvin turns back towards us, scratching at the anchor tattoo on his left shoulder. "You know what? Why don't you guys help Anna here find her meds? She'll be eternally grateful." He 'skips' back to the other end of the room towards where Charlie is. She cringes at him and quickly mutters, "I fucking hate kids."
Anna looks over at us with her emerald green eyes, both ginger eyebrows raised. "Whatever. Name's Anna Williams. I'll need your help sorting out all the meds you can find and putting it in this box over here. Okay? Okay. Get to work, lazy asses."
Uggghhhh… Took me forever to write this one.. GOOD NEWS IS. Next chapter will be the last filler chapter, then we'll be off to the storyline again! Bad news. School. YUCK. I won't be able to update unless I'm free.. ANYWAYS. Review below, let me know what you guys thought of this chapter! Ciau people! ;33 LGGH OUT.