AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT

We need to talk.. || Cameron & Alexander ||

Wed, 16 May 2012 15:47:20 -0400

With a soft click the door closed after Cameron stepped out of her dorm, simultaneously tucking her cell phone into her pocket. Her body felt like it was moving on auto-pilot, just carrying her where she had to go, a moving pile of muscle. Her head was churning her brain into a mush as her body moved down the girls dormitory hallway. She was actually going to talk to Alex… It felt like she was about to walk into a car heading for a crash course. She had on a pair of skinny jeans, and a navy green tank top which was covered in a jeans jacket. Her shoes were simple flats she had slipped on before stepping out of her dorm. This is insane.. she thought to herself, every piece of common sense telling her that Alex didn’t want to see her. She should have just told Jackson. She should have just asked him to give Alex the message… But then again, Jackson would have probably told her something in the lines of ‘I thought you guys were okay? Why don’t you talk to him.’ or something that put her in an equally uncomfortable position.

As she walked into the boys dormitory hallway, she glanced around, feeling trapped, as if the walls were slowly closing in on her because they knew she had no business here. Which was true. She’d been in the Boys dormitory once since the break up. That was when Alex had been away. But ever since the break up, and the long trip Alex had taken with his parents, she hadn’t exactly talked to him. Why would she? It was clear that he couldn’t stand the sight of her. And didn’t Power control class and Algebra make things hard enough on the guy?

She dragged her legs as she reached the door to his dorm, pausing to stare at the familiar door jamb. God, how she wished she could have avoided this. With a deep inhale, her hand lifted and she gently knocked on the door, trying to keep her calm as she waited for an answer. Well, trying to. She noticed that her weight was shifting from one foot to the other, which meant she was mostly ready to make a break for it. But she stayed. This had to be done.

Alex punched the send button hard with his thumb and then threw the phone onto the bed next to him. He hadn’t expected to get a message from Cameron and had definatley not expected her to be on her way to his dorm room. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to her, he’d told Jack that he would just to shut him up but being honest even without Jack’s butting in he still would have done it. He’d came back to Dalgaard prepared to talk to her, wanting to talk to her actually.

He’d kept telling himself to go talk to her, willing himself to stop her in the door way of Algebra even if it was just to just mutter a hello or something, even just shoot her a smile across the room in Power Control. Anything to just show her a sign that he didn’t hate her, that he missed talking her, missed having her as a friend but he hadn’t been able to. He’d never admit it but he was scared. Scared that she wouldn’t want to talk to him and he really wasn’t sure he could handle it if it was the case. It was easier not to know.

In a way he was thankful that she had taken the first step. He would have taken it eventually but she had made it happen now. The message worried him. We need to talk. Nothing good ever started with those words. No one ever said we need to talk here’s a new car or something. It was we need to talk something has happened. A million senario’s and questions had flashed through his mind especially with the answer of you could say that to his is something wrong?

Hearing the knock on the door he got off his bed and pulled on the nearest t-shirt not even bothering to look at it as he made his way slowly to the door. Taking a deep breathe he slowly opened the door to see her standing there. With a weak smile he managed to get out a “Hey.” after only a half a minute of looking at her. “You were quick” he continued mentally kicking himself for the lame comment his hands moving down to fiddle with the hem of his t-shirt like they often did when he was nervous or uncomfortable.

Text : @Alex

Wed, 16 May 2012 14:49:04 -0400

Cammy : We need to talk..
Alex: What, has Jack been annoying you about it too?
Cammy : Jack?.. It has nothing to do with Jack. Can we meet up.. please?
Alex: Uh, okay.. Yeah fine. When and where?
Cammy : Now? Uhh, want me to come by your dorm or something?.. It won't take long. Promise.
Alex: Uh yeah that's fine. Jack's out so I'm here on my own... Is something wrong?
Cammy : Yeah, you can say that.. I'm on my way.
Alex: Okay. Good.

Text : @Alex

Wed, 16 May 2012 14:35:23 -0400

Text : @Alex

Wed, 16 May 2012 14:23:40 -0400

Cammy : We need to talk..
Alex: What, has Jack been annoying you about it too?
Cammy : Jack?.. It has nothing to do with Jack. Can we meet up.. please?
Alex: Uh, okay.. Yeah fine. When and where?

Text : @Alex

Wed, 16 May 2012 14:10:13 -0400

Cammy : We need to talk..
Alex: What, has Jack been annoying you about it too?

jackson-morris: alexgrimaldi: It’s not a problem now really. I just can’t be bothered going to the...

Mon, 14 May 2012 05:49:48 -0400

jackson-morris:

alexgrimaldi:

It’s not a problem now really. I just can’t be bothered going to the shop getting it, loading the music on it for what the 6th time this year? It’s easier to just use yours. Oh.. Of course I know how to get out of your playlist.. What do I look stupid or something…

So you say.

You’re the worst. It’s like.. you’ve already gotten more than one per month this year. But whatever man, as long as you don’t iPod-nap it for too long it’s okay. Haha! Right now, you kinda do.

Because it’s true. Come on, if I’d grown up playing baseball, I’d trash you. Although I’m not sure that’s even something you can do in baseball.. uh..

Yeah I know. I don’t know what it is I get an Ipod and it just runs off in terror or something. Yeah, don’t worry I’ll go get a new one in the next few days and return yours to you.

I don’t know. Even if you had grown up playing baseball, I don’t think you could beat me.

It's the weekend...

Mon, 14 May 2012 05:26:00 -0400

siennamurdochx:

alexgrimaldi:

Well.. Don’t you drive a hard bargain.

Don’t I always pay? The hug is the easy part. I would have given you one without the meal.

But I’m worth it, aren’t I?

I feel special now. So, where are we off to?

Hmm, I’m not sure about that yet..

You should. I’ll be a gentleman and let the lady decide that.

jackson-morris: alexgrimaldi: Because I can’t find mine and I am really a 12 year old girl at...

Sun, 13 May 2012 03:17:29 -0400

jackson-morris:

alexgrimaldi:

Because I can’t find mine ~~and I am really a 12 year old girl at heart~~ and no one with better taste will let me borrow theirs. Well I am glad you are proud of your tween girl music taste.

You only say that because I’m better at baseball than you.

So? Buy a new one, that was never a problem before. I am. Although that’s not all the music on my iPod and you should know since you’re hoarding it. Unless you don’t know how to get out of my ‘catchy songs’ playlist.

You’re only better because I don’t care about baseball.

It’s not a problem now really. I just can’t be bothered going to the shop getting it, loading the music on it for what the 6th time this year? It’s easier to just use yours. Oh.. Of course I know how to get out of your playlist.. What do I look stupid or something…

So you say.

jackson-morris: alexgrimaldi: No jealousy in it at all. If I didn’t know better I’d say this i-pod...

Sun, 13 May 2012 02:36:34 -0400

jackson-morris:

alexgrimaldi:

No jealousy in it at all. If I didn’t know better I’d say this i-pod was owned by a 12 year old girl not you :P *shake head* Don’t make football and baseball compete. They are both good.

Right so why do you keep taking my iPod again? Ha. Nice try but I like my music taste. And if that means 12-year-olds have a great taste in music too I’ll take it.

Maybe, except football is just a little better.

Because I can’t find mine ~~and I am really a 12 year old girl at heart~~ and no one with better taste will let me borrow theirs. Well I am glad you are proud of your tween girl music taste.

You only say that because I’m better at baseball than you.

It's the weekend...

Sun, 13 May 2012 02:31:43 -0400

siennamurdochx:

alexgrimaldi:

I see.

Yeah well I said I’m thinking of doing it not that I am. Seeing we both have the same problem why don’t we do something about it? You hungry or something?

Hmm.

I guess I could go for a meal, so long as you’re paying. And you have to give me one of those hugs.

Well.. Don’t you drive a hard bargain.

Don’t I always pay? The hug is the easy part. I would have given you one without the meal.

It's the weekend...

Sat, 12 May 2012 23:43:29 -0400

siennamurdochx:

alexgrimaldi:

It is. Really sad.

Why are you smiling about it then?

Because I have the same problem.

Except for the homework part, of course.

I see.

Yeah well I said I’m thinking of doing it not that I am. Seeing we both have the same problem why don’t we do something about it? You hungry or something?

It's the weekend...

Sat, 12 May 2012 23:28:27 -0400

stray-cat-cruz:

alexgrimaldi:

And I’m in my dorm room alone actually considering doing my homework

Tragic.

Extremely tragic. Someone needs to help me out of this scariness

It's the weekend...

Sat, 12 May 2012 23:24:00 -0400

siennamurdochx:

alexgrimaldi:

And I’m in my dorm room alone actually considering doing my homework

That’s sad, Grim.

It is. Really sad.

Why are you smiling about it then?

jackson-morris replied to your post: 6, 12, 16, 21, 24 You’re just jealous cause my music is better...

Sat, 12 May 2012 23:18:46 -0400

jackson-morris replied to your post: 6, 12, 16, 21, 24

You’re just jealous cause my music is better than yours. And football > baseball any day. ;)

No jealousy in it at all. If I didn’t know better I’d say this i-pod was owned by a 12 year old girl not you :P *shake head* Don’t make football and baseball compete. They are both good.

Go home for Easter and end up being away for 6 weeks...

Sat, 12 May 2012 12:20:02 -0400

jackson-morris:

alexgrimaldi:

Oh yes, just so hilarious. At least with my speed I’d have a chance. Well that’s kind of interesting.. I definitely want to see it. I don’t know how good you’d rock the Einstein look though. I don’t know you always seem to agree to what Cammy wants you to do even if you don’t really want to. Maybe it’s her hidden power. Oh really? You must have called me an idiot at least 5 times in this conversation and confronted me with this whole thing in the first place and that’s letting me get away with it? I’m scared to see what you would be like if you weren’t taking it so easy on me.

You know the handcuff idea isn’t going to work, right? It’s just going to end up with you probably in a lot of pain and both of us not only not talking to each other but you too.

All of the above sounds good to me actually and a strict dress code for the girls. No bikini, No entry. No wait, that’s okay. Clothes other than a bikini, No entry :P

That’s what makes it so fun! Maybe if you ran at light speed you wouldn’t get fried. I only said yes because I wanted to know what it felt like without putting my hand in a socket. Besides, Einstein sounds better than bald. Maybe she has like mind control or compulsion? Would be pretty creepy though. Woah, slow down. I just meant that I still hang out with both if you. I could just stop talking to you both but I’m not gonna do that. It’d be boring as fuck anyway.

Ew, now don’t ruin my funny image with your logic. Maybe you’d join forces to hurt me? That’d be at least somewhat good.

Ha yeah, sure. Don’t think we have much convincing to do if we actually do it at the beach. Would be weird to see everyone all dressed up there.

Well I would rather not find out. You have some interesting curiosities. I can honestly say I have never wanted to find out what it feels like to be electrocuted. Maybe she does. Though I agree very creepy. I think she’s just naturally at good at talking us into things. Hey I was just stating fact, not confronting you. Exactly you would be lonely and bored without Cammy and I.

Hmm, that’s a thought. But you’re really willing to go that far just to get Cammy and I in the same place and talking?

Very true. We need to stop talking about it and plan it though or the school year will be finished by the time we throw it.

It's the weekend...

Sat, 12 May 2012 12:04:43 -0400

And I’m in my dorm room alone actually considering doing my homework

6, 12, 16, 21, 24

Sat, 12 May 2012 11:38:06 -0400

6. First career you wanted as a child.

I wanted to be an astronaut when I was really little. Then a baseball player when I got a bit older.

12. What are your career goals?

I’m not sure yet actually. Have a few ideas but I still have time to decide.

16. Something you are working on right now?

Well I should probably be doing homework or practising or something more useful but I’m working on the party guest list at the moment.

21. What is your relationship status?

I’m currently Single.

24. A song that’s been stuck in your head?

Call me Maybe - Carly Rae Jepson

It is truely horrible but just so damn catchy. I knew I shouldn’t have borrowed Jacks i-pod :P

lovemeamelia: Let’s play 25 questions i-am-nikola-reuter: What is your middle name? What are...

Sat, 12 May 2012 11:27:19 -0400

lovemeamelia:

Let’s play 25 questions

i-am-nikola-reuter:

What is your middle name?

What are you passionate about?

Do you have any fears?

Top three places to visit?

Where are you from?

First career you wanted as a child.

What’s your sign?

Future names of your children?

What are you listening to right now?

Favorite band?

Do you believe in fate/destiny?

What are your career goals?

What is your favorite color?

What is your favorite flower?

What was the first concert/show you attended?

Something you are working on right now?

Have you ever had a near-death experience?

Are you a procrastinator or do you get things done early?

Left or right handed?

TV Shows and anime you watch regularly?

What is your relationship status?

Last movie you watched?

Your best friend’s name?

A song that’s been stuck in your head?

A book you want to read/have recently read?

All we have

Sat, 12 May 2012 11:01:01 -0400

The fourth knock sounded against the hard wood door but Alex made no movement from his place on the bed to even show he had heard it. Just like the last three. He had of course heard them but he knew what they were for and he just didn’t deal with it. With any luck she would assume he had his earphones implanted firmly in his ears blasting out music and merely just couldn’t hear them.

The fifth knock was followed with a sigh and then a harsh toned voice. “Alexander, open the door now.” This one made him react. He had never heard his mother speak like that before. She was such a soft spoken woman rarely even raising her voice when he’d done wrong things as a child, this tone was new. This tone couldn’t be ignored. Reluctantly he got off the bed and took the steps to the door unlocking it with one twist and letting the door fall open slightly. “Yes?” he said not looking at her instead returning to his bed. He knew she didn’t deserve the attitude but he didn’t need to have the power of mind reading to know what was going to be discussed. Yes, she had given him time and been very understanding. He had to give her points for that but he wasn’t ready to have this discussion. In fact he’d rather never have this discussion at all.

Nina Grimaldi looked at her son as she entered his bedroom. Knowing it was better than to push she took up residence in his desk chair instead of a spot next to him and turned it slightly so she was facing her son. “You can’t stay in here forever Alex.” she stated in a much softer tone then her last. Getting little to no reaction from the young man she crawled forward a little bit on the roller chair. “I think your father and I have been more than patient. We’ve been back from Aruba for three weeks” Still getting no reaction she crawled the chair forward a little more. “Dalgaard started its classes two weeks ago.” This was met with a simple shrug from Alex before his attention went back to the photo in his hands. Finally losing her cool as much as she let herself, Nina stood and walked over taking the photo out of his hands not looking at it as she placed it on his nightstand. “I think that’s enough Alexander. You are not a little child anymore.” She paused slightly before continuing “When are you planning on going back? You’ll have a lot to catch up on.” Alex sat up slowly and shook his head, “I’m not.” before speeding past her and out the open door before she had any chance to react. Nina let out a small sigh as she took a seat on his bed picking up the photo from the nightstand and shaking her head softly.”

An empty room,

I’m empty too

Everything reminds me of you

So many things that

I shouldn’t have missed

Alex couldn’t believe he was standing here right now. He’d taken off from the room with no idea of where he was going. He just knew he had to get out and it was times like this he loved his power. He could just speed off to wherever he wanted except for some reason today his feet had brought him here. He didn’t know what had brought him to this spot really. He hadn’t been here in a while. Not since everything had gone down, but there had been years where he had spent many hours here. Standing on the pitcher’s mound he could just imagine the ten and a half year old him sitting in that dug out waiting for a chance to get out on the diamond.

He’d sat in there for three games before he got a chance to get out and play and it was only because of Ethan that he had. He hadn’t been the most skilled baseball player back then, sure his birth father had played catch with him a few times and Mr Grimaldi, he still couldn’t get used to calling the man dad, had gotten him a shiny bat and glove but he wasn’t stronger or faster than the other boys and they had been playing longer so the coach preferred to let them play. He’d almost quit the team, what was the point if you we’re just going to sit on the bench the whole time but Mr Grimaldi had said that once you make a commitment you have to stick to it so he did and on the fourth week the blonde boy tripped and hurt his ankle. Alex had thought it was just a stroke of luck but as the boy was led from the field he saw the wink and small smile in his direction. After the game Ethan’s ankle had a miraculous recovery and they had walked home together, chatting, joking and becoming friends.

There’s no yellow bricks to follow back and run from that disaster

Familiar sins come crashing in and sever forever and after

My old friend, it’s time I leave you here for once, for all in frozen alabaster

Believe me, there’s no place like home

There’s no place like home

The two boys had walked this route so many times before Alex could walk it with his eyes closed. He stood for a few seconds looking at the red bricks and green door of Ethan’s house. A house he’d spent so much time at over the years but now that he couldn’t even stand the sight off. Not that it mattered. He’d heard Ethan had left town a few months ago. He took 5 more steps and stopped at another familiar house - Miss Cawley’s. That first walk home Ethan had told him that the neighbourhood kids were convinced his neighbour was a witch. Strange things always went on around her house, she always wore black and had a cat.

Alex would later learn that she wasn’t a witch but she was indeed special. She had a power. Just like the one he’d recently discovered he had. She’d been the first person other than himself that he’d met. She’d helped him understand. Had been someone to talk to about the thing he couldn’t with anyone else.

She had explained that not everything had happened the way he thought. That Joseph and Nina had been looking for an heir but him being placed with them wasn’t by chance. She told him about parents and how they too were special. How all three of them had met at a school called Dalgaard. A school for people just like them. How his parents had hated each other at first but that she’d known from the start that they would be together. That everyone could see the connection between them. That they’d been inseparable but always had time for their ‘third wheel’ as they affectionately called her. That even after a fall out and no contact for 15 years they had still entrusted Alex into her care when they died.

She’d explained to him that she couldn’t take on a ten year old. She wasn’t equipped but she knew that the Grimaldi’s were. She’d sat down with Nina and Joseph and explained all about it. That it was likely one day he would develop his own power. That he needed to be careful as not everyone saw their powers as a gift. That when the time came he would need to learn and develop his gift – at Dalgaard – with others like him.

She’d even been patient with him when he’d refused to go saying what was to learn about super speed and that he wasn’t leaving his only friend behind. It had taken her over a week of soft reasoning and laughing at how much he was like his father to get him to see that Dalgaard would be good for him. He had however made her and his parents agree if he didn’t like it he could come straight back.

Well I just wish we could go back one more time and begin it

Back before I lost myself somewhere, somewhere in it

Miss Cawley had been right though. The school had been just what he needed. He missed Ethan but it was nice here. He’d always felt a bit alone a little different but here it just felt like… home. Getting on with the kids here was almost easy where back home he had to pretty much force himself to socialize. He’d gotten lucky on the roommate front getting on with Jackson from almost the start, quickly becoming friends even if Jack was a little too nosy and annoying sometimes. However it was when he met Cameron Harris he really was thankful he had come to Dalgaard.

He had been so excited to bring Cammy home. Show her where he lived, grew up but most of all introduce her to Ethan. He was so sure that they would get on. If only he knew how well he would have never have brought her.

He didn’t blame Cammy. Not at all. He trusted her and if she said she didn’t do anything then it didn’t happen but he couldn’t help but wonder. Ethan wasn’t one to make things up, he couldn’t remember a time where Ethan had ever told him a lie. Even a white lie. Sure he dished them out to his parents all the time but with Alex he had always been honest. Sure he could have made it all up in his head. Misinterpreted signals that Cammy didn’t even know she had given. He didn’t know. All he knew that it was shitty. He and Ethan would probably never talk to each other again and even though he was here, back at Daalgard with Cammy he couldn’t even look at her without remembering all that went on.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried. He had. Tried to be as close as they once were, spend time with her, laugh with her, kiss her but what had once come so easily was now an effort. He just couldn’t get over the fact that she had been in contact with Ethan the whole time without his knowledge. Why was it such a secret if nothing was going on? Surely she knew he wouldn’t mind it. He trusted her. He trusted Ethan. He would be happy that the two people closest to him got on so well with each other. No matter how hard he tried to get over it his mind would go back to it every single time he was with her.

Cammy had been his first real girlfriend and hence his first break up. He’d hated doing it but they couldn’t keep going on this way. Keep pretending what had happened hadn’t changed things between them, that they could just keep going the way things had been. It wasn’t working and he could tell she was starting to notice his distance. It wasn’t fair on either of them.

He’d walked back to his dorm room practically numb and couldn’t remember a word he had said to her. All he knew was that the look on her face had almost killed him but she had heard him out and understood. Or well at least said she did. He also knew he wanted to tell her that they would still remain friends and maybe after a break… well you never know. He hadn’t been able to say them though. Because he wasn’t sure if it would be true.

Once upon a time

I used to romanticize

Used to be somebody, never mind

Don’t miss it that much now

“Your father did that you know?” Alex looked up from where he was spinning his ring on the kitchen counter and up at Miss Cawley. “What this?” Jan nodded and smiled as she laid a plate of sandwiches in front of him. “Eat. It will make you feel better.” she walked around and took a place at the bench next to him. “Whenever he had something on his mind he would take his ring off and spin it. He’d do it for hours, would drive us all crazy. Your mother the most. She used to take it and hide it from him in the end.” Alex stopped and put the ring back on his middle finger before taking a bite of the sandwich looking up at the elder woman “Did it help?” Jan pondered the question before letting out a small laugh, “Well, he always insisted it did. Though maybe talking would have worked better.” Alex took another bite shaking his head. “Not much of a talker.” Jan nodded, “He wasn’t either.”

Silence spread throughout the kitchen lasting several minutes before Jan finally put a stop to it. “Either was I really. By the time I realized that being stubborn didn’t get you that far in life it was too late.” The teenager put down his sandwich and looked up at the elder woman, “Too late for what?” Jan sighed once again as she stood up and started cleaning off the bench as she spoke, “Too late to say sorry. Too late to admit I was an idiot. Too late to just even hear my best friend’s voice. Too late for everything.” Walking over to the fridge she started loading the left overs onto the shelf before looking up as she closed the door. “You know I don’t even remember what happened between us. Why we stopped talking. I guess it was just easier not to then it was to try and sort it out.” She walked over and rested her arms on the bench as he finished his food. “Kind of my MO really. Being distant. Not getting too attached to anyone. Thought I was being smart but now I realize I was just forging my way to a life of loneliness. Our friends and family are all we have. Even when they’re being complete pains in the asses or we are screaming and shouting at each other. They are all we have.”

Alex smiled as he took his dish to the sink. “Nice try. Have you been speaking to Jack? You two been discussing plans to lock me and Cammy in handcuffs or something?” He laughed and came back to the bench giving the older woman a hug. “You have me. Who else would interfere in my life and disguise life advice as a simple lunch with Baloney sandwiches if you weren’t here?” Jan chuckled and hit him playfully. “I guess I’m losing my subtly in my old age.” She paused and smirked a little, “And now that sarcasm. That comes from your mother.” She laughed again as she pushed him gently towards the door. “Now get. You’ve got to get packing and Joe will have my hide if I make you late for the plane. Enjoy Aruba.” Alex flashed her a cheeky smile and muttered a Happy Easter Jan, as he sped chuckling out the door.

You thought by now

You’d have it figured out

You can’t erase the way it pulls

Alex looked back up at the house in front of him. The lawn looked a little more un kept than normal and the mail box was starting to get full but other than that there was no sign that the owner wasn’t here anymore. No sign of what had happened in this house only a month before. He knew that not everyone could know what had happened. That some stupid, new, inexperienced pure had fumbled his or her way through their first kill by the looks of the mess. Yeah they couldn’t advertise it but he seriously wondered if anyone but him even gave Jan Cawley a second thought anymore. She’d told him on their last visit that she had lived a lonely life but surely someone like her deserved to be missed. Given a few minutes of the day to be remembered as something more than Miss Cackley the neighbourhood witch.

“They are all we have.”

He chuckled softly at his own mind. Even in death his old mentor was torturing him with life lessons. He’d brushed it off at the time but now he stood there silently trying to recall everything she had said to him that day. Glancing at the house one more time he took the step forward to leave but spotted the gate open a little. It never closed all the way its self and it would annoy Miss Cawley to no end when someone was too lazy to push it closed. Walking back to the gate he closed it firmly smiling before he sped off back home.

Walking back into the house he stopped at the kitchen where his mother was now chopping vegetables. Leaning against the bench he smiled softly at her. “I’ll go back tomorrow.”

Go home for Easter and end up being away for 6 weeks...

Mon, 07 May 2012 13:13:03 -0400

jackson-morris:

alexgrimaldi:

Yeah well things are awkward sometimes, just be happy we’re not fighting or throwing things at each other or she’s trying to electrocute me or something. No there really isn’t. And thanks, but it’s not like you’ve never been an idiot either.

Well you don’t have the greatest history with listening to me. But okay. I believe you. End of discussion though and no meddling. And don’t look at me like that, you know you like to meddle. You’re probably planning to handcuff us together to make us talk or something.

Beach sounds good. Really remind me of Aruba.

You’re on alcohol duty. Don’t let me down man.

I am happy about that. Though I have to say it’d be kinda hilarious watching you dodge her lightning bolts. She’s going to electrocute me by the way.. and give me kind of a Einstein hairdo. Not sure why I said yes to that. I know. That’s why I’m letting you get away with it.

End of discussion. Yup. …that handcuff idea is great, thank you! Seriously man, you can’t give me ideas like that and then tell me not to do it. Too funny.

So that’s settled then. Any other special wishes, Mr. Aruba? Coconuts to drink out of?Girls fanning you with palm leaves? Please. When have I ever let you down? Concerning alcohol, I mean.

Oh yes, just so hilarious. At least with my speed I’d have a chance. Well that’s kind of interesting.. I definitely want to see it. I don’t know how good you’d rock the Einstein look though. I don’t know you always seem to agree to what Cammy wants you to do even if you don’t really want to. Maybe it’s her hidden power. Oh really? You must have called me an idiot at least 5 times in this conversation and confronted me with this whole thing in the first place and that’s letting me get away with it? I’m scared to see what you would be like if you weren’t taking it so easy on me.

You know the handcuff idea isn’t going to work, right? It’s just going to end up with you probably in a lot of pain and both of us not only not talking to each other but you too.

All of the above sounds good to me actually and a strict dress code for the girls. No bikini, No entry. No wait, that’s okay. Clothes other than a bikini, No entry :P