So I meant to update this earlier in the week, but it didn't happen. My teachers have decided to pile me up with homework, and I had to study for exams. I wrote this up Thursday night, but I didn't have a chance to input it. But here it is now.
And updates will come around once a week this month due to exams….maybe even less. Sorry readers ): I will try my best to update though!
Disclaimer: I don't own TDI. I wish I did though.
Summary: Picking up from where their conversation left off, I take over. A possibility of how their conversation could have went if the cameras had stayed in front of them.
Pairing: HaroldxGwen
This isn't exactly a pair, but more just bonding. This is one of those friendship ones I was talking about. You can think of it as fluff if you wish though!
Kay….I'm done.
The moment Chris announced that we were going on a 20k run around the lake this morning, I almost died. There were 3 main reasons.
I couldn't run. It wasn't physically possible for me.
I hated running. There was no point to it….except making yourself so tired you felt sick to your stomach.
The last reason was my asthma. It was pretty bad, and it was slowing me down. A lot.
But gosh! Someone had to tell me what the point of running was! If there was one.
I groaned, now really pushing myself. I was right up there with the big group of campers when I started walked. My team mates, Bridgette and DJ ran by me. I slowly fell into a walk, gasping for oxygen.
Moments later, I found myself walking next to Gwen from the other team. She seemed nice enough. I turned to talk to her.
"Do you know how much longer?" I panted.
Gwen looked at me, shooting me a weird look. Man, she had really pretty eyes!
"Don't walk beside me."
I stayed silent for a few moments, wondering how I should respond.
"Is it because we're on separate teams?" I finally asked.
Gwen sighed, sounding annoyed. I guess something was bothering her.
"Harold, if you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly thrilled to be here," she explained.
"Why not?" I asked her.
Gwen groaned.
"Harold, I hate my team. I hate waking up this early. I hate being here. I just want to be at home right now, spending my summer with my friends like I normally do."
I laughed. Gwen shot me a hurt look. I shrugged her off.
"So why exactly did you sigh up for the show then?" I asked through my laughter.
Gwen turned her head as Trent ran by. He offered her a smile as he jogged past her. She smiled back, shyly. She then burst back into reality.
"My friend Pixie-Corpse dared me to sign up," she told me. "And I never back down from dares," she added, sounding regretful on her choice.
I shrugged.
"Dares are fun though!" I argued.
It was now Gwen's turn to laugh.
"I never have good luck in dares!" she told me. "Back in grade 9, Marilyn dared me to try out for Field Hockey….and I accidentally made the team. It was brutal."
"So you didn't want to make the Field Hockey team?" I laughed.
Gwen nodded in agreement.
"And you never back down from a dare?" I asked, thinking of a good way to cheer Gwen up.
"Never," Gwen clarified. "Well, unless it's something super crazy or ridiculous, like…..jumping off the CN Tower or something."
I smiled as Heather walked by us, stomping. Looking angry. Perfect. And it rained last night too!
"Gwen, I dare you to throw some of that mud at Heather," I challenged her, pointing to where the mud was.
The goth raised an eyebrow at me, probably wondering why I had asked her to do that. She continued to stare at me strangely until I spoke.
"What!?" I asked.
Gwen smiled, giggling.
"Trying to terrorize the Gophers?" she laughed.
Whoops…..I thought she had hated then. Well, Heather at least.
I guess I must have looked really idiotic because Gwen started laughing again.
I was about to ask her why she was laughing, but before I had a chance to, she was stomping over to the mud, a determined look on her face. The next thing I saw was Heather walking away, swearing angrily at Gwen, who chose to ignore her. She waited for me to catch up. I smiled when I caught up.
"See?" I asked. "Dares are fun!"
Gwen rolled her eyes, still smiling. She wiped the leftover mud onto her skirt, not seeming to care at all.
"I suppose," she replied, rolling her eyes. She then ran ahead.
"See you later Harold! Good luck!" she called.
I waved goodbye. Running to catch up with her was not the best option because I felt about ready to pass out at the very moment.
"And……thank you!" she added.
I opened my mouth to respond, but she was already too far ahead to be able to hear me.
I sighed, slowly falling into a steady jog.
The challenge had better be over soon.
Shortest one so far I think……they needed a chapter though. They look cool together!
I think Gwen was a little OOC….but oh well. She was still recognizable…at least I hope!
Thanks for reading!
~Lauren