Hayy! Okay, here with chapter eight. Any suggestions on what to do next; for the epilouge I mean? I'm sure I could think if something, but it'd be cool if my readers got in on this!
Disclaimer: I do not own Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide. IZ WANTS A KITTEH! Sorry, I've been reading failblog again x)
I couldn't stand being in this part of the woods for another minute. Ned and I had been there for what felt like hours, and I was feeling faint. Of course, Ned was being more obvious about his feelings about this whole situation.
"I... I think I'm going to die! My stomach is killing me; I swear I might die of dehydration!"
"Ned..."
"We're never going to be found!"
"Ned..."
"I feel faint."
Oy. Ned; the universal drama queen.
"NED! I'm the one with the broken leg here!"
"It always got to be about you, doesn't it?"
"Actually, it's 'It always has to be about you.'"
"Excuse me?"
"You're grammar, it was wrong."
"Hello? Summer? Graduation? That means NO SCHOOL! So no grammar lessons."
How could I be in love with such a- wait. I just said... in love. No I didn't. I mean I shouldn't have. We're just... going slow for now, so i can't get my hopes up.
After another few hours of general chatting; things like school, the future, just normal stuff like that, we'd gotten bored out of our minds. We stopped talking for a few minutes when Ned piped up.
"Do you think anyone will find us, Moze?"
"At some point."
"Oh. Well, I guess there goes our road trip."
"We'll be found soon. Besides, are you wearing a belt?"
"Uh... no. I'm in my boxers and a t-shirt." I blushed looking at his clothing, realizing we'd been in the woods for a long time.
"Wait, you're wearing shoes!"
"And you have hair... I don't know if I like this game very much..."
"Ned, you idiot, Cookie put a tracker in your shoes."
"What?! Why?"
I blushed, realizing that I wasn't supposed to say anything about that.
"Don't ask. It was some weird experiment that was tested by Cookie for the science fair two years ago."
"I wasn't there for that... I'd... well I just wasn't there."
"I know," I blushed. "We monitored where you went."
Now it was Ned 's turn to blush.
"Oh..."
"So, what did you do with Suzie that day?"
"N- nothing."
"Of course. As usual, you aren't willing to give me the honest answer." He was starting to build that unforgiving, dumb ass wall between us again.
"Moze, if I told you, you'd kill me, if I didn't, I'd get the silent treatment. There is no winning with you!"
"Great suggestion Ned."
Now, in a matter of hours, we'd gone back to what I never wanted to happen again, we'd stopped talking. Just like that, in an instant. Why was I so angry? Ned was a normal eighteen year old guy, of course he'd done things.
I guess... I just wanted... well you know. I wanted to be his first. I'd been thinking about that for days on end lately, which is so unlike me. There is too much drama that comes along with being a teenage girl.
"Moze. Don't. We just made up. Don't fight with me now."
I didn't want to fight with him anymore. It would be to hard to have to lose him again, and this time it would be my fault.
"Sorry." I whispered.
"What?"
"Sorry."
"I... I didn't quite catch that."
"SORRY!"
Ned smirked. So, he did hear me the first time.
"Ned... there... there is some thing that I want to kind of... um ask you."
"Well... ask away, I guess."
I knew that taking it slow would so not work for me. I actually loved Ned, and he loved me.
"Can... we just... um... you know..."
"Moze?"
"I don't want to be just friends Ned. This is too slow for me." Ned, to say the least, looked appalled.
"W-what? You just said-"
"I know what I said, Bigby. I... I've been thinking... about us for days. I lied. I don't want to take it slow... I want you and I to be together."
Ned's eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets. I started fearing the worst; that he'd rather stick to the first plan, just taking it slow. Maybe this was a mistake, and I shouldn't have even tried to start a full-on relationship right now.
"R-really?"
A sign of hope perhaps?
"Ye-"
"NED? MOZE? ARE YOU IN HERE?"
"Cookie!" Ned and I shouted in unisen.
"NED, MOZE! YOU GUYS ARE SUCH IDIOTS!"
Ned laughed and hugged Cookie.
"Moze, your leg... what did... why did... when...?"
"Cookie, one question at a time. But first, I need an ambulence. My leg, I think it's broken."
"Right."
Cookie flipped open his cell phone and called for emergency help. After the paramedics had arrived, and Ned finally ate, we'd decided to cut the road trip short. There was too many distractions to go ahead with this whole road trip. Maybe we'd try this again in a few years or something. I guess we'll just see where those years lead us, but for now, as I lay in this hospital bed, I can't help but think... my life is definitley getting better.
