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Post by Script on Nov 18, 2011 12:04:13 GMT -5
Maggie blew her whistle, calling the attention of her girls' cabin members. They were all in matching pink tshirts, with the black lines of football players under the their adorable eyes. "Alright, Cabin 9, we are going to kick Cabin 12's ass." The girls cheered, clapped hands, then went to their positions on their side of the net.
Her cabin and Mike's boys' cabin were playing a boys vs. girls volleyball game.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 18, 2011 12:13:09 GMT -5
Mike was talking to his boys in a similar fashion, stealing glances at the girls huddle to make sure they weren't listening in. "Okay guys. Normally I would say go easy on the girls, let them win for self esteem's sake... But not today. Today we forget they're girls. Today they're our competition. And today we beat them like a dusty rug."
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Post by Script on Nov 18, 2011 12:15:58 GMT -5
Maggie took her place on the sidelines, smirking over at Mike when he joined her. The game begun, the spectators cheering their respective genders. "You know we're gonna win, right?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 18, 2011 12:30:59 GMT -5
"Ha! In your dreams, Martin," he smirked, shaking his head. They had been flirting for weeks now, but neither of them had acted on it since relationships between counselors were frowned upon. But god damn was she tempting.
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Post by Script on Nov 18, 2011 12:34:18 GMT -5
Maggie cheered as the girls got a point, then smirked at him. "You were saying?" The sexual tension between Maggie and Mike was palpable, and the other female counselor's had ribbed her about it for weeks. They even promised not to tell the camp leaders if she decided to have some torrid affair with him.
It was definitely tempting.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 18, 2011 12:56:39 GMT -5
He furrowed his brow and yelled at his boys, nagging them about getting beaten by girls. But hey, maybe if they did, Maggie would take pity on him...
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Post by Script on Nov 18, 2011 13:01:48 GMT -5
"Aw, don't be so hard on them. Your boys need to be knocked down a peg or two, anyway." The girls made another point, and Maggie was jumping up and down along with everybody else.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 18, 2011 13:49:22 GMT -5
"Do not," he frowned, almost pouting. He yelled some more, using crazy hand gestures as he did so. Finally the boys scored, and he felt marginally better. But the girls were still winning.
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Post by Script on Nov 18, 2011 13:51:15 GMT -5
The game continued. After a while, Maggie glanced over at him. Ugh. Why must he be so hot??
"You know. We should have a friendly wager over who wins."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 18, 2011 14:02:18 GMT -5
"You're on" Michael replied immediately. "What're the stakes?"
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Post by Script on Nov 18, 2011 14:03:37 GMT -5
"If we win, the boys pick up all my girls' chores for the rest of the week." She turned to look at him. "And you have to take me out." She smirked.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 18, 2011 14:09:41 GMT -5
He pursed his lips, his arms crossed over his chest. "And when we win, the girls have to do our chores. And I have to take you out."
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Post by Script on Nov 18, 2011 14:14:00 GMT -5
She laughed at that, bumping arms with him. "Deal." She grinned up at him.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 18, 2011 14:18:37 GMT -5
He stuck his hand out to shake on it, trying not to stare too much at her.
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Post by Script on Nov 18, 2011 14:19:26 GMT -5
She shook his hand, eyes catching his, and she smiled, not letting go of his hand right away.
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