A Part of the Beach - Wednesday Evening
So it was kinda on the edge of getting chilly on the beach, but George brought blankets. They were blankets he'd totally "borrowed" from the dorm, true, but still. Blankets. In case Jean got cold. Because that seemed like the thing to do and he was trying really hard not to screw things up.
Dates were hard, yo. Especially when George was fourteen, and she was totally pretty, and Bobby would probably kill him if he did anything wrong. And if Bobby didn't, George's mam would because a boy raised by a priestess of the Great Mother really ought to know better.
So he had a blanket spread out and held down with rocks and there was the beach and Jean had said she was going to bring food. Excellent. This was going to be perfectly fine.
[For Jean. Possibly for her teammate. Just because it's mean.]
Dates were hard, yo. Especially when George was fourteen, and she was totally pretty, and Bobby would probably kill him if he did anything wrong. And if Bobby didn't, George's mam would because a boy raised by a priestess of the Great Mother really ought to know better.
So he had a blanket spread out and held down with rocks and there was the beach and Jean had said she was going to bring food. Excellent. This was going to be perfectly fine.
[For Jean. Possibly for her teammate. Just because it's mean.]