I was inspired to write another chapter because Chills came on the Much countdown.
Lol ;)
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The water was calm. Small waves crashing on the shore, creating white foam on the sand. Instead of my brilliant idea of using a stick for a fishing rod, I used an actual fishing rod that I found in the closet. Hailey was sitting on the dock, Camm at her side, holding her hand.
I have to admit, they are the perfect couple.
Even from far away you could see the love in there eyes. I stood on a rock, up high above the lake. The rock was just outside the forrest surrounding our little camp ground.
I looked around, the sky grey, no birds chirping, and it looked as if it was about to rain. Yet, I'm still the happiest girl on the planet.
Sure, it's a crappy day, and it will probably start raining in a matter of hours, but everything seems to be perfect. I'm one of those girls who try's to find the good side of everything, even if it's something horrible; like a break up. Unless Camm and Hailey broke up. I would sit in an ice cream shop and cry all day.
Two strong arms wrapped around my waist. Knowing it was Pat, I turned my head and smiled.
"Hey there."
"Hey."
He kissed my cheek and rested his head in the crook of my neck.
"That's a pretty fancy looking stick," he nodded towards the fishing rod that was resting in my hands.
"I took it from a pretty awesome looking tree," I laughed.
We stood there, for what seemed like hours, just soaking in the fresh air and enjoying eachothers presence.
Then the tip of the fishing rod started bobbing up and down.
"I think you've got a bite," Pat said.
"I'll go get the net," he removed his arms from my waist and ran down to the dock to retrieve the net.
I started reeling, tugging as well.
This, my friend, is always the part of fishing that I hate. I hate how my heart races, I hate how the fish is actually pulling me, and I hate seeing it thrash around in the water. Why? One, I feel bad for him - or her - because they remind me of finding Nemo. Two, it gets me all freaked out. But mostly because I think if Nemo.
"Jess!"
I turned my head in Pat's direction, then nodded, snapping back to reality.
"What are you doing?!"
I glanced at the water, seeing that I had completely stopped reeling so I could stop and think.
"I was thinking about Nemo!"
"Nemo lives in the ocean!"
Right...
Forgot about that one.
When did I become so soft? Screw that.
Ok, Jessica. You can do this. It's not Nemo. Nemo lives in the ocean. You can go full out on this one. It is not Nemo. I repeat, it is not Nemo.
"Reelin' in, bitches!"
I began rapidly realing in, still feeling the fish hooked on. Camm and Hailey were laughing their heads off on the dock - which is probably my fault - and Pat was trying to focus on getting the fish in the net rather than laughing. Once he had somehow scooped it up, I dropped the rod and collapsed on the ground.
"That, is my last workout, for the next twenty years."
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After collecting myself from that marvelous adventure, also known as fishing, Hailey and I grabbed a canoe. Marty begged to go with us, and since he is like my second best friend, I allowed him to come. Hailey looked as if she wanted to have a girl talk, and we warned him, but he thinks he can give good advice. So that is why, we are here, right now, in the middle of the lake, sitting in a canoe, with Marty.
"So, whatcha girls wanna talk about?" He asked, smiling sweetly at the both of us.
Hailey sat at the opposite end of the canoe, looking terribly uncomfortable. I wouldn't blame her, she doesn't have the special bond that me and Marty do.
I'm kidding.
"Boys? I swear I won't tell Pat or Camm."
"No, that's ok. No boys." Hailey said, shaking her head viscously.
Marty thought for a second, looking off into the distance.
"Ex-boys?"
"NO!" From both ends of the canoe, we screamed in sync.
"Jeez. Calm down, ladies. So no boys, that's fine. Instagram? Twitter? Periods? Josh Hucherson?"
"Josh Hucherson is a boy." Hailey stated, giving him the 'duh' look.
"That, is a matter of opinion," he retorted.
"Periods! Yes, periods. Let's talk about pads and tampons." I changed the subject before someone was thrown into the water. Which would have happened. Hailey is a major Peeta girl so...
"With Marty? We're going to talk about periods with Marty?"
"Yes, he is very understanding."
A silence fell over our little trio. It was kind of awkward. Well, how couldn't it be? We're in the middle of a lake, talking about periods, with Marty sitting in between us. It was bound to become awkward at some point in time.
I looked around, hoping somebody would say something. Or maybe even mention that Bucky is almost done cooking and we should go back to camp.
Though, I'm pretty sure he's still trying to figure out how the oven works.
"Marty," Hailey sighed, closing her eyes forcefully.
"Yes?"
"If I talk about this... do you promise you won't say anying? Like, swear on your afro?" She said, looking a bit nervous.
He nodded, "I swear on my afro. I won't say a word."
Marty sat there for a minute, just staring at Hailey, waiting for her to say something. Technically this is a girl talk - plus one - so I can't say anything. We've discussed this in the past, and it's an unsaid rule that we can not repeat anything that is said. Unless it could end the world. Then we can say something.
"It's about Camm."
Well shit.
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