Author's note: I'm a bad author, a bad person! It's been two years since I updated this thing. For the record, it's been bugging me a lot. And I intend to finish this—although it could take a while, because AP World History takes up all of my time. But, eventually it'll happen. Let's just hope it doesn't take another two years. Oh, by the way, I'm going to try really hard to remember where I was going with Angel and Nudge already being awake, and the weird thing with Angel, and whatnot, but I can't guarantee I'll be able to. It's been two years. I'm sorry. D:
Crashing weddings is a good source of free food. Plus, I may tend to be a bit of a tomboy, but secretly, my girlish side loves to wear a pretty dress. The whole flock enjoys it, really, despite the fact that everyone resisted at first.
However, today, we have decided to take a break. We can't go back to our old crashing grounds, obviously, and everyone's still a bit shook up from yesterday. So today, we rest. Tomorrow, we search. Because after tomorrow, we'll probably run out of food.
Over breakfast, Fang asks what the plan for today is.
For the record, I did not have sex with Fang. I'm young, but I'm not stupid. I'm not saying I'm going to wait until marriage, but I am going to wait until I'm good and ready, and I'm not, yet.
I tell him I have no idea. I explain that I have no intention of crashing a wedding today, and everyone looks relieved—even Fang. Then I tell them I think we should reserve tomorrow to find a new place go, and Gazzy looks a little worried.
"It's okay, man. We'll find a new place; far, far away from the old." That doesn't seem to help him one bit, but he says a soft, "Okay," and finishes his breakfast.
"Let's go apple picking." Angel says.
I shoot her a look that says 'Do you remember the last time you wanted to go pick some fruit?'
She giggled at me and said there was an orchard a few minutes away—you pay to pick, and they make cider from the apples you pick.
"Alright, surrounded by other people picking apples, making juices--"
"And donuts,"
"And donuts, we should be safe there. How much cash do we have left?"
"Thirty dollars," Fang says, counting the money from the drawer.
"That should get us all in," I say, "Let's go."
And we're off.