CHAPTER 46: END OF TRIP

I wake up feeling warm and very cozy. I stare down at the pair of hands carelessly holding me. I smile and scoot closer to the owner, burying my face in his chest.

After the weird heart to heart last night, we excuse ourselves and head upstairs. We lied on the bed in each other's arms, not saying anything. Chuck was lost in his own thoughts and I in mine until we both fell asleep sometime after midnight.

"Come in!" I shout at whoever knocks on the door, waking Chuck in the process. I grin with zero guilt at Chuck who grumbles and rubs his eyes sleepily.

"Morning babe," he brushes his lips on the corner of my lips. Too close, dude!

"Morning," I smile cheekily though I know I must be blushing out of nowhere. He's becoming more and more unreserved these days.

"Ehem…" someone coughs by the bed and I turn around only to see Allen standing there, staring at me and Chuck, in each other's arms. I let CHuck's arms go, not so subtly. Damn. Too obvious!

"Hey," I manage a smile while Chuck releases himself from me.

"Morning dude," Chuck threw Allen a casual nod in greetings.

"Marsha said we need to prepare breakfast soon," Allen informs us, still staring at me. I can feel my face getting even hotter. I look away, biting my lips until it hurts but not enough to draw blood.

"We'll be right down," Chuck tells him as he gets up from the bed and walks to the bathroom to wash up. I can still feel Allen's eyes on me. I gather my courage and look back at him slowly. I think my eyes are going to fall when I see his eyes. They're so cold. His blue now looks like a pair of chilly, cold ice instead of the sky it used to be.

"Allen…" I manage to breathe. But, what am I going to say? He's waiting, though… What is it he's waiting for me to say? What should I say? I mean… What does he want to hear? "I…" I stutter like an idiot.

"Tsk," Allen turns on his heel, walks away, before slamming the door as he walks out. I choke in shock as I'm trying to hold back the tears that I'm pretty sure are about to come out.

Why can't I say anything? What does he want with me?

Chuck is just a friend. Nothing more.

Is that what I'm supposed to say?

Why can't I say it, though?

I wasn't hesitating.

But why can't I say it?

Why am I being stubborn?

Why am I so stupid?

I gasp when I realize I'm crying. I quickly wipe the tears away before Chuck comes back. He can't see me like this. I can't even see me like this.

Get it together! Dammit!

I get up and start pacing around the room trying not to think about everything at all until I can feel like I no longer want to cry. I sigh in relief just in time to see Chuck coming out of the bathroom.

I smile at him, trying to avoid his eyes as I walk into the bathroom and lock the door. I turn on the shower and sit on the toilet lid. And I start crying for real. A lot. Without sound. You know how hard it is to cry my eyes out while trying to prevent any form of sounds from escaping?

So freaking hard!

I feel so pathetic as I cry nonstop. I'm also confused and miserable. Every sort of emotion runs through me and it's making me crazy. But I can't stop it.

"Lee? You okay in there?" Chuck knocks on the door and I immediately wipe my tears away.

"Ye… yeah… Stomach ache," I manage to say, trying not to stammer.

"Okay, I'm going down first," he tells me and I shout back.

"'Kay!" I get up, feeling tired from all the crying. But at least I've calmed down now.

I quickly take off my clothes and take a quick shower. I look at my expression in the mirror. My eyes look slightly puffy. But because they are originally big, you can't really tell even if I cry for three days straight. Not that I would. I'd die. Duh. Also, my long bangs help cover it. After I manage to put on a smile, I put on my clothes and head downstairs to join the others.

I walk down the stairs and the kitchen comes into my view. They're already busy making breakfast. Even Allen and Joy who, once again, look nervous and clueless. My gaze fell on Marsha whos' busy at the counter. Her back facing me. Suddenly, I feel like I want to mess around.

I tiptoe carefully, gesturing for the others to shut up as I silently approach Marsha. Kenenth gives me a warning gaze, but I don't care.

"Sha!" I scream right behind her ear and she literally jumps and screams just as loud.

"Levi Alexander~~~~~!" she turns around and my face fell immediately. Uh oh. She calls me Levi Alexander…. Not good. Run, Lee! Run!

I grin at her, slowly backing away. She stares at me. Gaze fix on my face. I gulp nervously. Then I ran. I bolt out of the kitchen as fast as I can.

"I'm sorry! Don't kill me!" I scream in fear, but still I can't hold back my laughter.

"Levi Alexander~~~ Get back here!" she screams, chasing me around the living room, waving a wooden spoon. Her face looks angry, but her eyes glint in humor.

"Put the spoon down!" I demand. She stops, blinks, and then smiles very, very, very sweetly. She puts down the spoon very, very slowly.

"Joy, sweetheart?" Marsha calls out without moving her eyes from me.

"Yes, Sha?" confused, Joy turns to Marsha curiously.

"Stairs," Marsha says to her without even looking at her.

"Huh?" Joy blinks and looks at me and Marsha and the stairs in confusion before realization dawns on her and she mouths a silent 'o' before moving to stand at the foot of the stairs.

I can feel cold sweats dripping down my back.

"Joy…" I try pleading with her but she just shrugs amidst her giggle.

"Allen," Marsha calls out again when I start to move slowly.

"Yes, Sha?" he answers as calmly as usual.

"Back door, please?" Marsha asks very sweetly.

Dammit! She knew I was gonna go for the back door!

"Chuck! Kenney!" Marsha calls louder. They don't need to be instructed as they swiftly block each side of my escape route, slowly getting closer to me.

"Sha…" I warn her. I can jump over the couches. Will I be able to make it? "Don't do it Sha…" I warn her again, getting ready to jump over and at her.

"Now!" Marshall shouts.

"At the same time, Chuck and Kenneth are charging towards me. I take a leap. I thought I was going to make it before someone grabs my ankle, making me fall to the couch. That same hand drags me down to the carpet.

"Joy! Allen! Hands!" Marsha instructed and they both quickly obey, running to me and holding my hand down. I hiss at both of them, trying to kick Chuck and Kenneth who's holding my legs.

"Marsha!" I turn to her as she slowly approaches me. "Don't you dare! Oh no! You don't!" I scream and struggle as Marsha sits on my stomach, each knee pinning my sides, making sure I can't struggle much, let alone escape.

Then she attacks. She tickles me. She knows every ticklish part of my body and she attacks all of them. I don't know how she does it but she does it. She attacks like a crazy lady and she's laughing as well while I choke and scream and laugh and cry and I think piss my pants a little.

"Sha! Stop! Ahahahah Sto….! Ahahaha I'm so… I'm sorry!" I cry out, begging for forgiveness.

"You're sorry?" Marsha teases, still tickling me.

"Yes… Yes! I'm sorry!" I cry out again.

"Okay then," she stops abruptly and gets up. I blink at her and she smiles at me sweetly, "Let's make some breakfast," she says calmly and walks back to the kitchen gracefully.

"Gee… How much more scary can she be?" I pant, pouting at my friend's antics. Granted, I asked for it… But still… Scary…

"Lovely, isn't she?" Kenneth smiles proudly, letting go of my legs, so does Chuck. Joy also lets go of my hand.

"You okay?" Allen asks, helping me sit up.

"Aside from the embarrassing part where I got attacked by my friends to help my lovely, evil friend tickle me to death and that I might have pissed myself? Yeah, I'm peachy," I stare at him, saying those things slowly under my breath. He looks taken aback. But I don't care. I get up and run upstairs to check whether or not I peed my pants.

I did.

Just a little.

Revenge will be brewing.

Heheheheh.

I feel bad now, though, now that I've calmed down. I shouldn't have been so rude to Allen earlier. God I'm a mess. He was the reason I cried earlier and now I'm worrying if I had hurt his feelings or not.

Fuck! Whatever! He doesn't care about me so why should I care about him? Fuck this. I'm going to have fun. I deserve it.

And have fun I did.

After having a late breakfast (with Marsha scolding me because I'm the reason for that) me, Chuck, Kenneth and Joy run out to the lake and plunge ourselves into it like a bunch of five year olds.

Marsha joined us after she cleaned up the mess we made at breakfast while Allen just sits on the porch, playing with his phone. Not that I care (I do… actually… but, whatever).

We played until way past lunch so we decided to just order room service. We eat standing up, the water's dripping and we don't care. We eat quickly and run back out to the lake. This time, Allen follows us.

Late afternoon. Me, Chuck, Marsha and Kenneth decide to clean up and have a massage while Allen and Joy will be in charge of preparing the campfire and barbeque. But because they haven't done that sort of thing before, especially just by themselves, Marsha gave them a list of things to buy and a list of things to do. She even called the front desk asking for assistance.

After a very relaxing, very satisfying massage, I feel so much better. I am in that good of a mood I almost don't care about Allen and Joy making out and acting all flirty and romantic.

We have our barbeque, sitting around the fire, chatting and drinking some like normal kids our age do. We laugh and share stories again. We share so many stories already I'm surprised we haven't run out of them yet.

At about one I start to feel sleepy so I whine to Chuck to take me back to our room. He rolls his eyes at me and snorts but still lets me on his back and carries me back to our room where I immediately fall asleep.

And that's, ladies and gentlemen, how my weekend trip ends. How's your weekend?