Cat and Mouse: 1982

I: storm of the century

Chapter One: Storm of the century

A group of tourists arrive by a busload to the coveted glacier grand lodge, an elderly couple hold back secrets, a park ranger grapples with a terrible past, and a group of college students find themselves in an awkward conversation between a group of old friends they have yet to meet

Leslie's perspective

I didn't know when we got in the van to depart the parking lot of the university of Idaho that I would long for this moment in a few days time, that I would suffer unimaginably in the freezing cold of the Montana winter in a dark, desolate, blood stained lodge, but of course I didn't know, because if I had, I would've sprinted back into the building. But I didn't, so I guess I should tell you the tale of how I, and one single friend, survived a nightmare of a century. It was January 2, 1982, and first semester of college started back up in just a weeks time, and so, as one last hoorah to celebrate the beginning of a new year, and a year just accomplished, my friend Wanda decided to treat our friend group to a week long dream vacation at the glacier grand lodge, a coveted, luxurious lodge in the depths of glacier national park. The things I'd heard about the place made it out to be heaven, log cabin design, heated floors, warm fireplaces everywhere, the place was paradise, except for us, it was about to be hell on earth. "I will scooch right on in here I guess" hear the quiet voice of my beautiful girlfriend squeak out as she sits frailly besides me. Jenny Silverton is the perfect woman, blond, curly hair, freckles, and a smile that frames her trim demeanor. Everyone knows we are gay, I mean, we aren't announcing it in casual conversation or anything, but they know. Dana sits quietly down to my other side, her Walkman in her pocket, headphones on covering her dusty blonde hair. Dana is my best friend, I know I'm a bit old to have a best friend, but I don't know what else to call her really, she doesn't actually go to ISU, she joined us because Wanda let us pick a friend to take along if we wanted too. I was actually the only one to pick someone. Wanda puts the key in the ignition, and the old Chevys engine kicks into action as we back out of the lot and onto the road towards the interstate, the taken for granted safety of home slowly disappearing from view in the rear view mirror.

Marnies perspective

I didn't really want to go to glacier to be honest, it's winter break, why can't we go somewhere that isn't cold and awful like Florida?? I get that Wanda has the place all set up for us, but still, just seems a bit counterintuitive. My oaf brother sits beside me, barely fitting in between me and Jerry as the van rockets down the highway. "Why couldn't you sit on the end again?" I ask him sarcastically. "Because if i did, id pull the vans weight to the side" he chuckles back to me, prompting an exasperated sigh from Jerry. Meanwhile in the backseat, Jerry's little sister Jenny is eyefucking Leslie Tennet. The two are grossly in love with eachother, it's not gross because they're queer, it's gross because they take every single chance they can get to make it known that they are. At Kirby's, in the homeroom, anywhere they can possibly physically put their mouths to eachothers they can. I suppose I'm just jealous they have the bravery to even do that, and it doesn't help that les and I had a falling out last semester that ended up pulling Jenny to her side. But enough with that, I'm sure I'll get plenty of time to stir up some drama later on, right now I just get to sit back and "enjoy" the 6 hour drive to glacier. But it's whatever, I'm sure I'll be spending most of my time in the spa anyways.

Logan's perspective

"There's no way Wanda won't want me after this weekend" i think to myself lustfully. Wanda Matthews is a CATCH. Let me tell you, a can like a damn dumptruck, and tits that'll blow your socks clean off. And yeah, yeah, she's got a good personality too I guess. I'm kidding of course, kind of. Wanda really is the girl of my dreams, we have this game of sharing little notes we wright on each-others dorm room doors on a whiteboard, and I really want to ask her out soon. and while these goofwads are roasting chestnuts on a fire I'm gonna do just that. I'm not sure I can make it 6 hours to the lodge though. Maybe I can fight off a bear or something, that'd get her hot for sure, guess we'll see.