Secluded spot on the beach near Galactica Cove [NFB] [late afternoon]
Rory stretched languidly on the blanket up on the beach, on her stomach in a pretty sundress and reading a book of poetry by Robert Frost. She had taken care of her sunscreen thing, and based on a tip from her grandmother, oddly enough, she knew to have the Chanel No. 5 she had been given that Christmas on hand for bugs. Not that there were many bugs at the beach, but she couldn't be too careful.
The sun was warm enough to distract her from her reading for a moment, and she reflected on the past couple weeks.
There had been the trip to New York, during which John and Aeryn had been a huge help and petsit for a couple days. The break had been just what they'd needed before moving back into cabins, even if she had yelled at him for flying her car and had to make up for it via via horrible dialogue.
Then there had been the radio with Greg, not to mention seeing some of her friends at a omg huge campfire.
She had also learned that croissants were not aerodynamic, and heard about how Willow and Bridgey were omg oppressed. Then there had been arguing, followed by making up.
And then she had gotten a present - not to mention getting to see her boyfriend in eyeliner and discovering fun new ways to cool down - and things were awesome.
She had also caught up with Angela, and spent time in the library with Anakin before seeing Jack. Then she had totally been a good girlfriend before taking Marty and Angela to see her mother and brother, talking to ants and cheering up a certain cranky person.
Then, when they had lost their voices, she had gotten whiteboards and "talked" to people, plus played Scrabble - not dirty, for once.
Well, not dirty until later, when there was fun with using the silence to their advantage. But more importantly, she'd found out that they could literally communicate nonverbally, and it made her feel closer to him than ever.
And then they had woken up Monday morning and been able to talk, and naturally that had meant there needed to be dirtiness.
However, none of these things were playing in her mind nearly as much as the vision of the roses she had found on her bed, and she smiled dorkily again as she thought of who was meeting her.
[NWSish]
The sun was warm enough to distract her from her reading for a moment, and she reflected on the past couple weeks.
There had been the trip to New York, during which John and Aeryn had been a huge help and petsit for a couple days. The break had been just what they'd needed before moving back into cabins, even if she had yelled at him for flying her car and had to make up for it via via horrible dialogue.
Then there had been the radio with Greg, not to mention seeing some of her friends at a omg huge campfire.
She had also learned that croissants were not aerodynamic, and heard about how Willow and Bridgey were omg oppressed. Then there had been arguing, followed by making up.
And then she had gotten a present - not to mention getting to see her boyfriend in eyeliner and discovering fun new ways to cool down - and things were awesome.
She had also caught up with Angela, and spent time in the library with Anakin before seeing Jack. Then she had totally been a good girlfriend before taking Marty and Angela to see her mother and brother, talking to ants and cheering up a certain cranky person.
Then, when they had lost their voices, she had gotten whiteboards and "talked" to people, plus played Scrabble - not dirty, for once.
Well, not dirty until later, when there was fun with using the silence to their advantage. But more importantly, she'd found out that they could literally communicate nonverbally, and it made her feel closer to him than ever.
And then they had woken up Monday morning and been able to talk, and naturally that had meant there needed to be dirtiness.
However, none of these things were playing in her mind nearly as much as the vision of the roses she had found on her bed, and she smiled dorkily again as she thought of who was meeting her.
[NWSish]