First off, I deleted the Author's Note, so I don't know how that will mess up the system, but whatever.
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"Wow, that was so much fun!" Erin said, walking up to their table and wrapping her towel around her body.
Connor smiled, standing next to her, dripping wet still.
After starting a pool-wide slashing fight, they'd somehow convinced everyone to get in on a game of pool volleyball.
Erin wrapped her body up tight, leaned over, and wrung out the water her hair had soaked up.
It fell in a neat little splash on the concrete.
"Thanks for coming with me," Connor replied.
Erin looked at her skin under the umbrella and sighed. "I hope my sunburn won't be too bad," she complained.
"Pish posh," Connor said casually, and Erin busted out laughing.
"Pish posh?" she asked.
"Yes, pish posh. That's what my grandmother said when I was little." He defended.
Erin waggled her head. "Well, pish posh, darling. Let's traverse home and have tea and crrrrumet," she teased, drawing out the word.
Connor pouted, wrapping his body in his towel after wringing any water he could out of his shorts. "She wasn't English," he pouted.
"Oh really?" Erin replied with an English accent.
Connor stuck his lower lip out at her, and scuffed out of the pool area.
"She was Polish," he murmured, making Erin laugh again.
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"Have I told you today that you have a really nice car?" Connor asked after throwing his bag in the back and neatly folding up his towel to cover the seat so he wouldn't soak it.
Erin did the same.
"Why yes you have, Connor." She replied, sliding in and putting the key into the ignition.
"Well, you have a nice car," Connor repeated.
Erin stared at him for a second, her sunglasses on top her hair, which was thrown haphazardly into a messy, non-brushed bun on the top of her head.
"Pish posh, Connor, pish posh." She said, throwing a 'v' accent into the mixture, so her 'pish'es sounded like 'peesh'es.
Connor sunk down in his chair and crossed his arms, sticking his lower lip out.
"You know, that doesn't work on me." Erin told him informatively.
"Well, why not?" Connor demanded, looking at her with a pout.
"Because, I can always do it better than anyone else." She replied sarcastically.
Connor gave her a disbelieving look.
Erin smiled, looking at him briefly, and throwing the car into drive.
"You'll see," she assured him. "I get just about anything if I give someone that look." She added for spite, and gunned her car, squealing out of the pool parking lot.
"TEN MILES PER HOUR!" Connor griped through gritted teeth.
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Back at the cabin, Chris had made his way up the stairs, which unfortunately took about ten minutes, and he was finally in his bed when someone knocked at the door.
Groaning, he decided to ignore it. Until someone knocked. And again, someone knocked.
"GO AWAY!!!" he yelled indifferently, but the knocking persisted, until the door opened.
"Hello?" called a voice, and Chris' stomach dropped.
He knew that voice. He knew he hated that voice. He couldn't picture a person to go with the voice.
"Chris! I know you're here," it called, almost teasingly.
Chris groaned when he heard footsteps on the stairs.
When the person came into view, his carrot-top first, he scowled, remembering who the voice belonged to perfectly now.
Brandon smiled at him. It was a fake smile. One that said, "I-feel-sorry-for-you, but-really-I'm-lying."
"What do you want?" Chris demanding, placing a hand on his back.
"Aw, don't feel so good, do you?" he asked.
Chris rolled his eyes, slowly transferring weight from his side to his back.
"Get out of here before someone comes back." He warned unenthusiastically.
Brandon laughed at him. "Or what??" he asked.
Chris gave him a bemused look. "Perhaps you haven't seen Ben. Big black guy, star line-backer…he benches like 400 pounds..." Chris informed him.
"I've seen him." He said. "I'm not scared of him or anything." He added, a little less boldly.
Chris rolled his eyes. "You don't like me. So why are you here?" he asked with an annoyed sigh.
"I saw you hobbling back here, and I wanted to tell you to stay away from Erin." He informed him, looking around the room like he was an investigator.
Chris rolled his eyes. This guy was a nutcase. He thought he owned Erin. He thought he could have power over who hung out with her, and who didn't. He thought…
Wow, I really sound a lot like this guy.
Chris ran over his thoughts of how Connor was going out with his girl, and how Erin would come running back to him.
I really sounded pathetic, he concluded silently.
For moments, he pondered. Had he really said that to himself?? Had he really sounded that much like Brandon? Brandon made his guts squirm and the hair on the back of his neck curl. He pretty much hated Brandon. And he sounded like him.
It made Chris' blood boil thinking about it.
"Did you hear me?" Brandon demanded, staring at Chris. Chris lifted his eyes to the egotistical redhead. "What are you going to do if I don't?" he asked.
Brandon smiled. "You're already crippled, so I can't do anything worse to you. But I could kidnap her."
Chris snorted. "How stupid are you??"
Brandon glared at him. "You think I'm kidding, don't you?"
Chris rolled his eyes. "Seriously. You're going to kidnap a girl because she is dorming with a room of guys. You're being kind of pathetic, don't you think?" he asked, slightly amused.
Brandon glared at him. "You're testing me. I wouldn't do that if I were you," he warned Chris.
"You're getting a little redundant." Chris told him apathetically, and rolled to his back.
Outside, Chris recognized the hum of a car engine, and it cut off. Next, there was laughter, specifically a girls' laughter, and car doors slammed. He smiled up at Brandon. "I guess your visit has been cut short." He said, his eyes smiling.
Brandon looked daggers at Chris, all the while, slinking backward towards the door.
Chris threw a hand behind his head. "You know," he said, his voice in a laughing tone. "If you leave now, you'll be able to sneak out the back door, and no one will ever know you were here. Of course, I'll tell them, and they might think I'm a psycho, but I think there's a ninety-five percent chance that they'll believe me."
Next thing he knew, Brandon was gone, stomping down the stairs, and the swing door to the back porch slammed against the wall behind it. Chris smiled, proud of himself.
Outside, the car doors slammed, and Chris knew that Brandon would be halfway to his cabin by now, but something told him Connor and Erin wouldn't believe him. He had, after all, caused a little bit of strife within the cabin.
The front door opened, and Erin and Connor came in, heading up the stairs immediately.
"It is SO cold in here," Erin said, and giggled. Connors booming laugh followed.
"So, I was thinking I could jump in the shower, and we could…whoa, Chris, what happened to you?" Erin said, stopping dead in her tracks as soon as she saw Chris.
Chris looked down at himself. There were pieces of grass clinging to his shirt, and dirt covered him from head to toe.
Chris laughed once. "I fell," he replied. "But look, that's not important. While you two were gone, Brandon paid a visit, and came up here..."
"Dude, quit, would you?" Connor interrupted him, throwing his hands up.
Chris ignored him. "He's seemed pretty irritated that his new girlfriend was out with Connor…" he said to Erin, who was staring down at him.
She was gorgeous standing there in the middle of the room. She was wearing shorts and her bikini top, her tanned, yet light skin rippled with goose bumps from the cold. Her hair was plastered to the sides of her face, wet, and clumped together.
"What do you mean, Chris?" she asked him, genuinely confused.
Connor groaned. "It's just another scandal, can't you see that?" he asked, putting his hands on his hips, and walking away.
Chris shook his head, and immediately regretted it. His spine spasmed when he moved his head so violently and he gasped for breath.
"Brandon came looking for you, and he…well, I told him you were out, and he told me to tell everyone in the house to stay away from you. He said…he'd go to extremes to make us listen."
Erin raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, Chris," she said, a disgusted look on her face. "Your antics are getting a little old." She said, and went to her dresser, which was a suitcase stuffed under her bed, and pulled out another pair of shorts, and a bundled up shirt that looked a little too bulky to be only a shirt.
Chris sighed. "I figured you'd see it that way," he said, rolling his eyes. "But…he did come here, regardless of what you think. Just thought I'd let you know, you know? Make sure you're aware of everything.
Erin grabbed her other dry towel, and went into the bathroom, shutting the door, and Chris was almost positive she tried to make sure she exaggerated the click of the lock on the door.
Connor looked at him, one hand on the bunk bed, leaning into it. "Dude," he asked, raising his shoulders. "What are you doing?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed.
Chris sighed. "I'm serious about Brandon," he said in a warning tone.
Connor nodded unenthusiastically. "Right. And my name is Pocahontas." He snorted.
Chris shrugged. "Sucks for you man," he replied.
Connor pushed against the frame of the bed, standing vertical now, and he growled. "Just…cut the crap, okay? We're all tired of it. All of us." Connor spat.
Chris snickered. "Oh, and they're oh so pleased with you breaking the agreement."
Connor hung his head after a moment. "It's not like I meant to," he said. "It's just…I dunno, I'm attracted to her, you know?"
"Yeah, who isn't?"
"Not like that… she's…so different."
"Stop being soft, dude, you're making me feel funny."
Connor shrugged. "So, uh, what happened anyway?" he asked, lifting a hand to Chris' newest accessories that adorned his clothing. There was a prominent scrape on the side of his head. Chris looked himself over. "I fell," he said, preferring not to go into details.
"Sucks," Connor murmured.
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Erin turned on the faucet and shrugged out of her bikini, setting her clothes on the toilet and hanging her towel up. All of this was actually quite an effort in the tiny bathroom. The door opened into the toilet, opening about a foot before the bowl physically stopped it. When if the bathroom, there was about a foot of room before the wall stopped everything. Opposite the toilet was a mini mirror, which was anything but accurate. It looked like someone ran out of mirrors, so they put up tinfoil on the wall and covered it with plastic and the reflection was disfigured and dimmed. Erin had arranged it so that all the boys' towels covered the mirror so she wouldn't have to look at herself while she used the restroom. There was a shower with a disgusting floor, so she wore flip-flops in there, and barely any room to stretch her arms out to either side of her, but hey, it was a shower, and it had hot water. After the room had gotten steamy, Erin hopped in the shower, washed her hair to be sure that the chlorine wouldn't turn her hair green, she washed her body and face, and turned off the water.
The room was steamy, and she was barely able to see the other side of the bathroom, even though it wasn't more than four feet long, and Erin dried off and got dressed. Flipping her hair over and wrapping it up in a turban-like towel, she opened the door, collecting her swimsuit and hanging it over the door, and let the cool air outside welcome her.
Connor was laying on her bed, knocked out, one leg bent at the knee, the other stretched out off her bed.
She lifted an eyebrow, and sighed. She went over the bed, and promptly sat on him, waking him.
"Waugh!" he moaned, a combination between 'what' and 'ugh',
Erin giggled. "Wake-up sleepyhead." She said with a grin, and got up.
He rolled over on his side and smiled at her. "Mornin'," he mumbled to her, his eyes half closed.
Erin sighed. "What good are you, falling asleep on me?" she asked him sarcastically.
Connor yawned and shrugged his shoulders.
"So...what are you good at?" he asked her, tired.
"Well, I'm good at volleyball." She offered one hand on a hip at the top of her jean shorts. She had a purple t-shirt on.
"Besides that."
Erin's tongue appeared out of the side of her mouth. "Well…I'm good at making boys look bad at football," she offered.
"Is that so?" Connor asked. "We'll have to tell Ben."
Erin's eyes got big. "Not that good. He'd crush me,"
Connor laughed. "Okay. It was just a suggestion anyway. What else?"
Erin had to think.
What was she good at? She got third place in the gymnastics competition her freshman year. She was on the soccer team and the volleyball team at school. She could swim, obviously.
"I really don't know." She said.
"You draw?" Connor asked her.
Erin shrugged. "Eh. I'm the best at stick-figures. No one is better," she offered.
Connor nodded his head, and sat up. "Let's go the art hall," he said, and stretched his arms above his head, yawning and leaning back.
Erin looked over for Chris, just noticing he wasn't there, lying on his bed covered in dirt.
"Where'd he go?" she asked.
Connor sighed. "I think his back was feeling just good enough to use the bathroom next door because you took too long." He responded.
Erin snorted. "I only took like twenty-five minutes." She protested.
"Which is why I fell asleep. Let's go."
Connor took her hand and led her downstairs, out the door, and past her car.
"Not using a faster mode of transportation?" she asked, throwing her towel that was still on her head like a turban on the porch before he could drag her out in public with it.
Her hair was moderately sopped up of any water anyway.
"Nope. Walking. It's great for your heart." Connor informed her.
"I'll remember that," she said.
Connor snickered, and they headed down the dirt road for the art hall at the opposite end where the pool was.