Post by James Darkwood on Jun 14, 2012 20:16:36 GMT -5
Jamie's palms were sweating like crazy. He carefully slipped them into the pockets of his new jeans, which absorbed the sweat. He brushed his hair down with his fingers one more time, and looked towards Regan, who was watching him and giving advice. That seemed like the only thing his brother was good for: advice. He gave Jamie tons of it, being the older brother (by, like, thirty seconds!) and Jamie took it, being the younger brother (by, like, thirty seconds!).
The younger twin was getting ready for his date with Cinder. He liked Cinder more than other girls. It was his first real real crush, so he was nervous, and he was almost never nervous on dates. He was wearing new jeans - which were cuffed, a red t-shirt - he had actually put on a shirt, and a black leather jacket. His guitar was slung over his shoulder, because music and a walk on the beach was the best date he could think of. His throat went dry, and he took a swig from the water bottle that was on the night table.
Obviously, Cinder was on the other side of the cabin - the girl's side - getting ready. The Minor children made a barrier of pillows that split their cabin in half. There was the girl's side and the boy's side. Jamie and Regan got the one bunk bed, because they were the twins. Jamie chewed his lip nervously - but was careful not to bruise it - and went out the door.
The night was clear except for a few wispy clouds, which were soft gray against the evening sky. Jamie slowly swaggered down to the beach. A band of Aphrodite girls waved to him, and he gave them a weak smile. His fan club. He hated his fan club. They were so annoying, and were constantly watching him with binoculars. Ugh. So annoying.
Jamie waited on the beach, folding his arms, putting them into his pockets, folding them again, leaving them by his sides, tapping his foot. It felt like an eternity that he was waiting for Cinder. What if she didn't even come? After all, he hadn't stayed around to hear her response when he asked her out. He shook the thought out of his head. No girl would be nearly stupid enough to ditch James Robert Darkwood on the beach. No girl is that insane.
But what if she was insane?