childish fantasies ;; jason/amber/jamie

[James Darkwood]

Jamie ran his fingers on the sides of the canoe. It was smooth, polished wood, oak, very dark, strong. Jamie liked wood. The teensy tiny guitar that his father had left him was made from the strong, polished, dark oak wood that was similar to this canoe's. Jamie and Regan cherished that guitar. It was great. Infact, Jamie had the guitar with him, it was slung over his back. He sat down in the canoe, took off his leather jacket, laying it down next to him, and let himself drift through the lake.

Plucking the guitar lightly, Jamie drifted across the lake, his head laying on one of the benches, while he sat on the bottom of the canoe. The notes came out of his guitar in sync with the water that lapped around his little, wooden boat. The strings didn't hurt his fingers as they crossed them, just stung a little, but Jamie had learned to ignore the pain. Each string came out in perfect harmony and peace, filling the air with the beautiful sounds. Regan had let Jamie take the guitar that day, they alternated it often.

At the moment, Jamie was in a relitivaley good mood, satisfied with the serenity of the moment. He took in the sharp smell of spring, in total peace with the world. Until he heard voices. He sat up, and looked around. Great. Just who he wanted to see. Amber James, the little Apollo girl, and her boyfriend Jason Corcoran.

Okay, so Jason wasn't Amber's boyfriend...yet. Jamie always had this little gland that could tell if two people liked each other, and he felt that between Amber and Jason. They liked each other. Obviously. "Hey!" called Jamie from the lake "What are my little lovebirds up to?" he gave them his famous lop-sided grin, looking utterly pleased with Amber's face of chagrin.

[Amber Craze James]

Amber was talking with Jason. Nothing special. All it was was a friendly chat. But of course, Amber liked him. And she was absolutely sure he didn't like her back. I mean, why would he? He was calm, cool and collected, where as Amber was.... Well Amber. She was a slight perfectionist, yet a sort of messy person. She almost never got embarrassed about anything, yet she cared a lot about how she looked. She was nice, but the loudest girl you will ever meet. And she couldn't stand when someone just listened to her ramble. They had to be part of the conversation, too. She was a huge plate of contradictions and she just simply didn't understand why Jason would like her. But she still liked him, not that Amber doesn't crush on everyone older than her who's at least the slightest bit cute.

In the middle of telling Jason the story about how her brother had whipped himself in the ear, she froze. Amber heard a beautiful sound, notes by a guitar that combined with the slight lapping of the water in the canoe lake. Only two people can play guitar like that. Regan and Jamie. Oh crap. Jamie knew that she had a crush on Jason, so if he saw them together he might tell Jason that. Now Regan wouldn't be a bad thing. But Amber wasn't taking any chances. She grabbed Jason's wrist and started walking. ''Walk, just walk. I'll tell you why after we get out of range of--''

"What are my little lovebirds up to?"

Oh no. It was Jamie. This was bad. This was really really bad. Well, you know, for Amber. She turned to Jason, thinking up a lie. ''Ignore him. Ignore. Him. Got it? I'll tell you after we get out of earshot.'' Amber said. Gesturing frantically for Jason to move. If Jamie told Jason, not only could that ruin Jason and Amber's friendship forever, but... Well, yeah. That's all it could do, really. But in any case, Amber didn't want it to happen. So when Jason shouted something back to Jamie, her heart plummeted. This wasn't going to be a very fun day.