Spring Fever
Chapter 11: Another set-back on the road
(Un)
Important babbling-notes from Cimmy: Ahm, ahm, more shout outs! Thank you for
reading my Series, Samantha! I really like your stories too!
I just got
back from one of those ‘eat as much as you want’ dinners, and I’m so full right
now I could throw up. Maybe not the most interesting information, but hey, I’m
sort of nuts.
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Notes: From Cecilia’s point of view.
Cecilia
stretched out in the backseat of the car. It wasn’t really a car, it was bigger
then that, but not as big as a van. She wasn’t sure what kind of car it was,
but she knew it was a car that it was comfortable to fall asleep in.
After
Charlie and Bombay’s argue, they had to leave the other van, big enough to hold
them all, and rent two cars instead.
“Why are
you awake?” Fred’s voice was filled with both annoyence, dozyness and a bit of
curiosity. He’d been awake for nearly ten seconds, so who could blame him?
Cecilia sat
up, leaving Fred to sleep without having her in his arms. It was almost too
hard to leave his warm embrace, but the hunger she felt was beating that
feeling.
“I’m going
to get something to eat. The others are already inside. Wanna come?”
Fred just
murmered something, half asleep.
Cecilia
climbed out of the car, tripped over Charlie’s bag and almost fell to the
ground. She turned around when she heard a familiar voice.
“Oh, one of
the love birds is awake. Isn’t that nice?”
Cecilia
sighed. She and Fred wasn’t a couple any longer, why did people still consider
them one? Okay, they’d been apart for only one day, but still!
“Screw
you,” she said with a bit of annoyance.
Adam
laughed and put his arm around her shoulder. “Admit it, Cee, you wanna have him
back.”
She’d never
admit such a thing! Even if it was a bit true.
“It’s like
this, sis,” he continued, leading her to the diner. “You want him, he wants
you. Can’t you see it?”
“No,” she
said. “He doesn’t want me, I don’t want him. Leave me alone, Adam.”
“Honey,
darling, baby, can’t you admit it?” Cecilia laughed at him. Damn it, why
couldn’t she stay angry with him?
Adam smiled
back and hugged her. She glanced at the others when she came in through the
doors. Why couldn’t they just leave her alone with this?
“I see
you’re not asleep,” Charlie said, moving over so she could sit down next to
him.
“Very
attentively of you, Captain Duck,” she mocked, still a bit dozy.
“She’s
using three point words again,” Guy whined. “Can I hit her in the head with
this?”
Cecilia
looked at the tray he held in his hand. “Can I hit back?” She wasn’t sure why
Guy was annoyed with her, maybe it was just too early in the morning.
“Who
drives?” Charlie asked. “I’m tired of driving, can we just switch for a while?”
“It’s your
fault, did you have to piss Bombay off?” Cecilia asked and stole a bit of bread
from Travis’s plate. She was about to ‘borrow’ some bacon from Guy’s plate, but
he slapped her hand before she could get to it.
Cecilia
gave him a hurt look, but he just ignored her and continued his conversation
with Luis. Strange, since they usually didn’t get along that well.
Charlie
just shrugged, meaning for her to not let Guy get to her.
“Where is
Fred?” he asked, trying to change the subject.
“He’s
sleeping,” she answered, aware of the fact that Charlie didn’t want to talk
about what happened between him and Bombay.
Cecilia
took a bite of Travis’s bread, while she thought how easy things could have
worked out, if Charlie just had behaved. If he hadn’t been arguing with Bombay,
they wouldn’t have been left all alone in the middle of the country, hundredths
of miles away from home. If Charlie had kept his mouth shut, maybe Bombay
would’ve gotten them bus-tickets instead. Now they had to go by car.
Why she and
Fred had been so close after their breakup was another big question. He’d
broken up with her, but they were still close. Not as close as she wanted them
to be, but it was a hell of a lot better then the argues they’d been having
after all of their other breakups.
Charlie offered
to buy her some breakfast, but she turned him down. She didn’t like to borrow
from her friends. Not even from Fred.
“This would
never had happened to any of the others. They’d never have to get back on their
own,” Charlie grunted. “We Ducks always get the worst punishments.”
“If you’re
dividing the team into Ducks and Owls, again, I’d like to add that I’m not a
original Duck either,” Cecilia pointed out. “I’m not a bird of any kind at
all.”
“Sometimes,
you can be a real cow,” Guy said while he passed her by. Cecilia sighed. What
was up that guy’s ass?
“At least
I’m an animal then, huh?” she yelled after him. Guy didn’t even turn around.
Charlie
shrugged again. “What did you argue with Guy about?”
“Me? Why is
it always me? I didn’t do shit this time!”
“Calm down,
Cecilia, it was just a question.”
“I was NOT
the one who got into a fight with Coach Bombay!”
“I know,
Cee, I’m not blaming you, could you calm down now?”
Cecilia
looked at him with anger. She was tired of being the one that everybody always
blamed on.
Charlie put
an arm around her. “He’ll come around, trust me.”
“Guy?”
“No, Fred.”
Cecilia
groaned, and pushed him away. “We’re broken up, Charlie, stop yapping about
it.”
“I just don’t
think it’s gonna be so serious. You’re all snuggled up together, in each others
arms. Another couple of hours, and you’ll start kissing, making out, renting a
room...”
Cecilia
didn’t stay for the whole insult, she marsched off to the car, hearing him
scream something after her, with a bit of laughter in his voice.
“Asshole,”
she said to herself. If she was refering to Charlie, Fred, or herself, she
wasn’t sure of.
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Author’s
Note: I know, short
chapter. I had to push two stories together, that’s why these following
chapters might seem a bit strange.
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