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Characters: Ginger McAvery and Sam Ruiz Setting: A small little campfire hidden in the woods near campus Content: Most likely SFW Summary: Sam and Ginger decide that they wanna pretend they are camping. Sort of. Mostly they are making s'mores, and Ginger's contemplating what the future could be for them. Ginger squeezed the two graham crackers together, laughing a little as the hot, charred marshmallow ballooned out with clumps of chocolate dripping down over her fingers. It wasn't her normal fair, and for a moment she debated just how many calories she was about to put in her body with just one bite. It was dumb, she realized, seeing as she didn't know how many calories it was to start with for a whole one, but she wanted to pretend she could take a bite and not feel like an utter fat cow. Biting in, she laughed again as she looked up at Sam, "it's hot!" She exclaimed around a mouthful of marshmallow. A bit of chocolate dripped down from the corner of her mouth, and she wished for a moment that she could have done this a bit less messily. "But soo good," she added after she swallowed. "Do you think you'll teach your kids how to make'm? Cos we don't eat anything like this in my bouse. My Mom would have a total fit right now- 'Oh My God, Ginger! You'll get so fat from just holding that! I can't believe you would put that in your body. Just think about how bad you'll look when it all goes to your ass.'" She laughed, though, in good nature. It didn't phase her that much, or so she claimed, that her own mother would call her fat. Tags: ginger mcavery, melchor ruiz
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She laughed at him, before reaching out to brush a bit of marshmallow off Sam's face. "She's my mom, she totally is just looking out for me, ya know? Like yours does." Though that was probably a lie. Another parent weekend had gone by, and neither parent had bothered to come. Teagan hadn't even had time to listen to her talk when she'd called after Amber had all but accused her of offing Adelaide.
But while all of that bothered her, she'd never admit it aloud. Admitting that your parents didn't care what happened in your life, was like admitting that you weren't important. And really, complaining about it wouldn't change anything. So why bother?
"I don't think you are a bad influence at all, babe." She purred, scooting over to sit just a bit closer to Sam as she smiled. "If you were, we'd be like drunk and you'd totally be having sex with me right now."
Which, when she thought about it, this was the longest she'd ever been in a relationship without sex...since her first boyfriend at the Upper Academy.
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"Ooo, so if I was a totally fat cow you'd still dig me?" She asked, not really believing that any guy in the world would be able to over look a girls waist size. Looks were everything, and it didn't matter how smart you were? If you didn't want to be alone for like, ever, you totally needed to be a size zero.
"You'd never take advantage of me like that?" She looked at him as spoke. "I think that is very gentlemanly of you." She said, watching him even as he looked back to the fire. He was sweet, she realized, in a way that no one else ever really was. Not to her at least. And for a moment, she almost had to wonder why he was dating a girl like her. After all, most of her day consisted of her contemplating what shoes went best with which of her skirts.
"It's nice," she said softly, resting her head against his shoulder after a moment. "No one else treats me like that. Guess I'm just surprised by it."
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"Of course," he said brightly. "We would be happy fat cats, chowin' down on s'mores and bacon all the time," he grinned. "It honestly doesn't matter to me though," he said. "What's inside is more important, always has been."
At her question he nodded. "Of course I wouldn't," then he was looking back at her, concerned. He wondered how many people had taken advantage of her, how many people had walked all over her and treated her like nothing more than a doll. "I never will," he said kissing her forehead. "And I won't let anyone take advantage of you again."
When she leaned her head against his shoulder and rested his own head against hers. "You deserve to be treated like a human being Ginge," he said quietly.
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"You're sweet, you know that?" She said, chewing on her lip even as she considered everything he had said. He didn't really know her that well, did he? She wasn't so easily convinced that he right, it'd been too long since someone had bothered to treat her like she could think for herself, let alone was a human. But Sam didn't have any way to know that, did he?
"I guess so," she said, though, agreeing with him instead of arguing. Somethings wouldn't ever change, she realized. "But you know, I totally would...if you ever wanted to do it, you know?"
Maybe that was all he'd been waiting to hear. "I mean....you know, most guys wanna."
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Her choice too? She didn't know what to say to that, choosing to pick at her s'more a little more instead. He really was far more sweet than she knew what to do with sometimes.
"Okay," she said, before looking up at him and smiling weakly. "It isn't cos, like, you don't like the way I look right?" And though she was sure she knew his answer already, a part of her wondered if he would be lying. How long had her father lied to her mother about that same thing? What if Sam didn't like her nose, or secretly hated that she was so tall? How could she fix that?
"I know it's my choice, and stuff. But I just wanna make you happy. That's what a girl's supposed to do, make her man happy, you know?"
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"It is a movie and a bunch of books, silly. Muggles don't know how grrr arrrg and slimy and way too hairy for taste the real stuff are." She laughed a little, nudging him with her elbow lightly. He seemed to be really focused on the werewolf stuff, but then again- Defense Against the Dark Arts had like a whole chapter on them last year. And it was way creepy. She couldn't blame him.
"In the book, and stuff, they are like these Indian guys, but like not the kind that are from India. But like the kind that are from here? Like...the Indians that didn't leave to go to India? Anyway, they are like secretly werewolves, and they are all human protects and stuff. And the Cullens, the vampires? They sparkle in the sunlight, and totally don't kill people. So they are good vampires!"
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She wasn't the brightest, she knew that. However, this time around she definitely was picking up on strange vibes. "Hey, you okay?" She asked, turning to face him a little more.
"Idk what she was on. She said she was More-man, so maybe she's like one of those guys that became a girl or something. Idk what a more-man." She shrugged a little, reaching up to brush some of Sam's hair back behind his ear. "And it is kinda nice, you know? Like to think there could be good werewolves or vampires. Otherwise they are just really creepy and scary."
But he was right, she guessed. Glorifying them was probably dumb, but they honestly didn't get to see them. Not real ones, at least. Even wizards rarely had runs in. "You can't blame them, I guess. They don't know any better."
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She really didn't know what was going on, and vaguely regretted ever bringing up the subject of Twilight. Everyone always had mixed reactions, but she was pretty sure this was the first sad one she'd ever gotten. For the life of her, she couldn't even figure out what about the book made everything sad!
Or was he sad because she was talking about some weird woman, and how hot the vampire guy and the werewolf guy were in the movie? Maybe he was jealous, though why she didn't even know. It wasn't like she was in LA right there, running off to snag herself a date.
"What's wrong?" She asked softly, combing her fingers through his hair a little more as she reached out to touch his hand with her free one. "I don't, like, think I'm ever gonna run off with some movie star, or werewolf. And vampires are all pale and gross."
Maybe that would make him feel better? She hoped so, at least, seeing as she really didn't know what else to do.
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It was stupid for him to be acting so silly, he knew it was just fake so why was he taking it so hard? Not everything about werewolves had to do with his family, with his life. He shivered a little in the darkness, the corners of his mouth twitching a little upward at her reassurances. "I know you aint like that," he said quietly.
"I just..." he moved his hands from his face, taking and squeezing Ginger's. He forced a smile and then looked down at their hands as if he could find the answer scribbled on the back of his hand. He took a deep breath and briefly closed his eyes. "Werewolf talk gets me a little... upset because... two summers ago when we were camping my whole family got attacked by one.
With his free hand he lifted the front of his shirt and his hoodie, showing the four long scars that dragged across his chest from his left shoulder to just below his right pectoral. "There are five more on my back just like these," he said quietly.
Pulling his shirt down he sighed. "It slashed us all up with it's claws, bit my brother Felix. He died the next morning," he wiped at his face feeling the wetness from a tear. "Instead of coming together, the whole thing tore us apart. Now my parents are separated and they can barely sit in the same room together for more than twenty minutes without fighting it out."
"There's this... stupid, senseless, guilty weight resting right here," he said putting his hand over his chest. "At any moment I feel like it's just going to break something inside," he shook his head. "I'm sorry, you don't need me to dump all this on you. I just... I guess I didn't want to keep it from you anymore and there are only two other people outside the family that really know what happened."
He looked into the fire for a while, not sure what to say next.
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Sam hugged her back as best as he could, giving her a little squeeze. He rested his head against hers and sat in the silence for a little while. He tried to let what she said sink in, he tried to think of the right thing to say.
He had been told a thousand times over by his family, by AB, and now by Ginger, that it wasn't his fault. Yet there it was, the guilt, still weighing on him like a one ton weight. He nuzzled her back and kissed the side of her head. "Thanks Ginge," he said finally breaking the silence.
"It's good to talk about it," he said quietly. His two best friends had moved in the past few months and the only other person on campus he trusted with these things with Marina. It had always been a fragile, secret thing and now it was out there for another person to know.
"It was kinda silly for me to get upset about Twilight though," he grinned giving her a silly little look. He had to bounce back to his regular self, it was for his own sanity. There was only so much brooding he was capable of regardless of the severity of the situation.
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