Wishful Thinking

Chapter Seven

// there is a refrence to the 60s show called Gidget in here. Gidget follows the life of a teen surfer girl who lives her father. watch the attached video when you reach the refrence //

chapter seven

               Every. Single. Bag. Gone.

               "How?" I asked, shock and bewilderment evident on my face.

               Ava shrugged, smiling up at me with a childish glint in her eyes.

               The remaining eighty-seven bag of Doritos? Ava discovered them. They could now be found residing in her stomach acid. May they rest in peace.

               "You ate... eighty-seven bags of Doritos... in less than a day?" I asked again. When everyone else was fast asleep, exhausted from being in the water for so long, Ava had snuck into the kitchen and found the stash. No one noticed until I opened the cupboard only to see a empty garbage bag.

               Ava scratched her cheek and frowned. "Yes, and I feel terrible. I mean, don't get me wrong, I don't feel bad for eating them. I feel bad because I ate them. I physically feel awful."

               Ava stood up from her seat on the kitchen floor and leaned over the sink.

               Correction: The Doritos can now be found somewhere in the hotel's plumbing system.

               I crossed my arms and sighed, waiting until she was finished. She hurled a total of three times; not to mention the two times she puked while eating the chips.

               Ava rested her elbows on the kitchen counter and turned not the faucet, washing out the thick substance. I grimaced as the remaining was sucked down the pipe.

               "You ate all the chips," I repeated, still now believing it.

               Ava's eyes snapped up at me angrily before she rolled them with a sigh. "No shit, Sherlock."

               "Fuck you, Watson."

               Ava smiled at my reply. With that smile, came her breath. I gagged. "Oh, God, please brush your teeth," I begged. She laughed and went through the door that led to the bedroom. I followed, but stopped at my bed while Ava continued on to the the bathroom.

               I stared at the surfboard that leaned against my wall, then the wetsuit that hung at the head of it. Shaking my head at myself, I decided against it. Lynn would just love it if she found out I was so eager to go surfing again.

               Instead, I took a water bottle out of the mini fridge that was in the room. It was only around eleven in the morning. I sent my mother a quick e-mail then headed downstairs in my pajamas.

               If I was being honest with myself, the last thing I wanted to do today, was work out. My body still ached in multiple places and although I liked to stay fit, I wanted to do something I actually enjoyed instead. For the first time in a long while, hitting the gym didn't feel appealing anymore.

               Nevertheless, I found myself pushing open the gym door and getting on to one of those weird bike things I never learned the name of.

               I eventually lost myself in the process, focusing on the burn and my strength.

               My routine was short this time, and I didn't do as many excerises as I usually did. I was finishing up and getting read to exit the gym, but Carter blocked my path.