Father Calloway's Retreat For Misguided Adolescents

Saliva, intense 1940's dance routines and the Chuck Taylor boy

Hey darlings sorry it has been soooooooo long, because i know i said that i'd be quick with this chapter but i completely forgot!!!! sorrrrrrrry xx ENJOY

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Mary woke up abruptly from her sleep to find somebody gently patting her shoulder, “Mary, Mary,” It was a mans voice, a mans voice that was smooth like velvet. She knew it was Noah. Rolling over onto her back she opened her eyes, surprised to see that Noah Calloway was sat on her bed staring at her intently,

“Mary I know that you will probably tell me to go but I just wanted to find you. Mary I  wanted to be with you.”

His hand moved from where she’d assumed was on his lap, to the side of her face, where he gently caressed it. She thought that maybe he was going to kiss her, so she closed her eyes again, awaiting his lips on hers, when suddenly his hand jerked away from her cheek,

“Ew Mary that is repulsive,” Mary’s eyes flew open and she pushed herself onto her elbows, “You dribble in your sleep, god I have your disgusting saliva all over my hand!” He seemed so infuriated that Mary wasn’t sure what to say,

“Um...” Noah stood up and bent over her bed, wiping his hand on her duvet trying to rid himself of Mary’s saliva,

“You disgust me!” Noah started to storm out of the cabin,

In one last desperate plea Mary shouted, “Noah, it’s only natural-”

“Mary, wakey, wakey,”

Mary sat bolt upright in her bed, Henri stood over her, fully dressed and her face dusted in a light layer of make-up, “Ew, bro. You dribble?!”

Realising that the ‘Noah-in-her-bed-scenario’ was a dream, she wiped the saliva from her face that she had previously thought was perfectly normal, and propped herself up. The room was surprising bright and it dawned on Mary that she had no clue what the time was, “Henri what time is it?”

“6 o’clock.”

“Am or pm?”

“Pm.”

Mary felt the anger rising in her,

“Jesus Henri you let me sleep till 6 o’ fucking clock?”
“Wow, amigo, we might want to calm this down a little,” Henri said throwing back a weirdly calm response to Mary’s angry outburst,

“Just because you add random Spanish into your sentences doesn’t say anything about your intelligence or that you know anything about Spanish.”

Henri sat still for a while soaking it up,

“Insult my intelligence, but never insult the language of love!” Pulling a horrendously stereotypical accent for the latter.

“Wait where have you been all day?” Mary asked,

“With Seth. He got in a new batch of ‘God Knows What’”

That makes sense Henri is high. Mary thought to herself, pulling back her covers and getting out of her bed.

‘Well I have a great idea lets put you to bed, but can I ask you a couple of questions before that, yeah?” Mary talked to her like a child, pushing her backwards onto her own bed, as she nodded in reply to her question.

“Have I missed anything, like academic-wise and is there anything happening tonight because the Asians aren’t here?”

After a while of her processing Mary’s questions, Henri replied,