Hypothermia & Lethargy

Chapter 1: The Cliffhanger

leth•ar•gy
noun
a lack of energy and enthusiasm.

Peridot was wide-eyed. The tip of her tongue was numb, and the only thing keeping her from dying at that exact moment was the cost of funerals.

There was a lot that lead up to this moment, way too much to tell you right now. Here is the short version:

Percy, the main character of Canadian soap-opera Camp Pining Hearts, is sharing a sleeping bag with Pierre. This escalated after numerous encounters between Percy & Pierre during the episode. To Peridot, Percy & Pierre's relationship was practically the only driving motivation for Peridot to get out of bed in the morning.

She had practically predicted the relationship would happen, claiming to be the unchallenged master of the lustrous (and according to Peridot, avoided,) subtext.

The scene, already tense, grew escalated as Percy locked eyes with Pierre.

"Pierre.. Without you, we would've never won that competition. I'm just.. so grateful for you."

Peridot let out a shrill squeak of excitement. "Ohmygod, ohmygod..!" She clung onto her black woolen pillow, adorned with a small green alien in the middle.

Pierre drew closer, and Percy did the same. Peridot felt her heart leaping backwards into her chest. This was what she had been praying for. The crux of her sleepless nights, and the focal point of her theories stemming all the way back to Season 1.

She briefly asks for forgiveness to a made-up God for all of those heated arguments she had with people online about her wildly enthusiastic and far-fetched theories online. Peridot could have sworn her clock stopped working, because every ticking second felt like a millennia.

And then.. blip.

"..WHAT?!" Peridot's heart dropped down south & visited Texas for winter break.

'Input source not found. Check your cable box.'

"Are you serious.." The blonde pushed her sleeves into her face, sinking back into her sofa with a disgruntled sigh. She didn't have to check the wires behind the TV to know what caused this mishap.

The snowstorm knocked out her antennae, disrupting her signal and ruining her live viewing experience of Camp Pining Hearts. A mistake on Peridots part, really. She had dismissed the snowstorm as an empty threat to her viewing experience, and here she was, paying the price for it.

The price, of course, being the most anticipated moment in her entire life.

Peridot was grateful that she didn't have any roommates. She probably looked like a tomato right now.

Her face was coated in a crimson flush, and her shallow breaths fogged up her glasses. She felt like crying. It was ridiculous, how tantalizingly invested she had become in this Canadian soap-opera. But to Peridot, it felt like all of her dreams were crumpled into a ball and tossed into the fireplace.

"Nyeh!" Peridot tossed her remote across the room, whilst simultaneously dropping the pillow she was clutching to the floor. If Peridot had been told that she would have been killed after watching the newest episode of Camp Pining Hearts, she would have watched it and placed it on repeat for the next three years. She would accept death better than being left on a cliffhanger like this.

With a hopeless sigh, she pushed herself off the sofa and wedged into a pair of thick snow-boots. It was either she did this now, or she would drive herself absolutely insane. As she slipped into a lime-tinted winter jacket, she squinted outside her window to get a look at just how bad the snow-storm was.