Quincy
I look up at Blake, hoping I look sweet and bashful, and slap him. Again. He rubs his face, muttering ow’s and hey’s. I give him a sarcastic smile, and get ready to rage, but Caspian appears at the doorway, and I notice Blake is still holding my other hand. I lift my hand in his up for him to see, and he blushes and let’s go. I cross my arms, hoping to look annoyed at him, but really I can’t help but smile. He’s so embarrassed and bashful, forgetting Caspian is ther I lean forward and hug him, going up on my tip-toes to whisper in his ear. He’s so tall against me, that even leaning upwards, my lips only reach a bit above his shoulder, and I whisper ‘maybe later. I want to give Caspian another chance. You’re both good guys, I am just not going to do this, ‘who am I going to choose?’ Bullshit. So no. but thanks for your concern’ I lean back down, and give him a grin, before remembering Caspian is there and rushing off to hug him.
Caspian
I went and stood at the doorway, going to tell Blake and Quincy that they can come back inside now. Quincy had just slapped him, and she looked my way. Then they talked in low voices a little bit, and she stepped up to hug him. I stopped leaning against the door frame and stood up straight, clenching my fists. She looked like she was going to kiss him! But I needn’t have worried. Quincy just whispered in his ear, and surprise hugged me.
“Whoa! Hey there Quince. Can I speak to you a moment?” I asked her.
She nodded, and Blake stalked past us inside, looked pretty rejected. He deliberately whacked into my shoulder on the way past, and I just chuckled.
“What’s his problem?” I asked Quincy.
“Never mind him. What did you want to talk about?” Quincy chewed her lip nervously.
“Joni tells me that we were dating before. I was wondering… are we still? And I can remember a bit of what happened before I woke up. Uh, but I don’t remember how I lost my memory, I added nervously. Joni just said I had an accident. I treated you like dirt. I'm so, so sorry. Please forgive me. I remember what I did, but I'm not that boy anymore. It’s like I am looking at this with new eyes. Well, I sorta am, but still. I’m sorry.” I looked at the ground, ashamed of myself. Quincy tilted my head up, and kissed me on the mouth softly.
“I forgive you. But I believe you are a different person now. So no. I think my bitchy boy Caspian is dead. And a much nicer Caspian is here now. But he isn’t the one I know. So if you want to start over, yes I’m happy to. But I don’t think there is any way we could pick up where we left off.” I looked a little bit hurt when she said that about past-me. Quincy smiled.
“How about we see other people, and if you really want to start a new relationship apart from just being friends, we’ll see about that later. Sound fair?” She asked. I nodded, and Quincy hugged me.
“You ok?” she asked. I nodded, and we walked back inside.
Quincy
I was fairly confident in my decision. I just hope it was the right one. When we went back inside, Blake came up to me. I opened my mouth, ready to say I had made my decision, and would he be my fake boyfriend for a while, but he started first.
“Are you sure?” he asked. I shook my head. Blake looked surprised, and rather happy. Oh dear. “Blake, would you be my fake boyfriend for a while?” I asked. He grinned, nodded and accepted straight away. “YEAH! Wait- hang on, fake?” his face fell. Oh shit. Now I feel like I clubbed a baby seal. He looks crestfallen. “Uh, yeah. I figured until I met someone I really like, like super really like, you could help keep the other guys off my back? Uh if you don’t want to, it’s fine, I can ask Caspian.” I played the Caspian card, feeling super guilty.
“Uh, no it’s fine, sure, I’ll help you.” he put on a fake grin. I knew he was lying, because it never reached his eyes. I gave him a sincere grin. “Thankyou” I breathed. I turned around and faced Joni. “so, which bunk can I claim as mine?” I asked. She gestured to one in a corner. “this cabin is one of two all-girl cabins. The other one is right next-door, exactly alike to ours. And before you ask, don’t worry, there is no rivalry between the girls cabins, because the only thing we might want to fight over is boys. And because there are so many of them and so little of us, there is almost no need to fight over them, because we can get whichever we want.” I gave a sly look over to Blake when Joni said this, giving him a lopsided grin. He sighed. I gave him a look, putting my hands on my hips, a look that said, ‘I’m not seriously going to ditch you, ok?’ he shrugged, and I turned away, kinda pissed at him.
I put my backpack on the lower bunk. I’d had it the whole time. It didn’t even get damaged when I was hit by the car. It contained everything I owned now. Gee, fun. I have a Swiss army knife, a shitload of cash, a lot of candy (YEAH!!) an extra pair of doc martins, my phone, wallet and keys, and my art supplies. So I wasn’t all that ill-prepared I suppose.
“Here’s a sleeping bag. You are going to want to get some sleep, we have classes tomorrow.” Joni chucked a sleeping bag at me. I made my bed, and hopped in. she turned off the lights, and Blake took Caspian off to his cabin, where they are going to be staying, but not before giving me a kiss, on the mouth might I add, and dancing out of my reach before I could hit him. Damn. That guy learns too quickly. I sigh, smiling, and shake my head. About two hours later, ten eighteen (I have a watch) pm, about twenty three other girls come in. none of them notice me because all the lights are out, so I am going to be a surprise for tomorrow apparently. Oh joy. Well, I'm sorta glad none of them notice me, because I really want to sleep. And I do. In about five minute’s time, my hyperactive brain has decided to behave for once, and I am out like a light.
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AbenteuerQuincy Archer is a normal kid. well, as normal as you can get, when you're an orphaned genius, who has been around the world solo at least twice, has no bellybutton, and whose hair grows two inches a night. Typical sixteen-year-old. school, boyfrien...