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Post by Skittery on Nov 18, 2011 14:25:16 GMT -5
He squeezed her hand before letting go and watching the game again. His boys scored a few more points, but so did the girls. He had taken off his baseball cap many times, throwing it on the floor and yelling out with frustration.
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Post by Script on Nov 18, 2011 14:27:56 GMT -5
Maggie was cheering and laughing, because the girls seemed to be having more fun and they were still winning.
When the game ended, the girls were up by 4 points and screaming excitedly as they came and practically tackled Maggie into a hug. Maggie grinned at Mike over the tops of her girls heads, though she was barely taller than them.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 18, 2011 14:30:57 GMT -5
No matter how much he liked her, he couldn't stop himself from grumbling and shooting her a grim look. He shot the same look to his boys as he gestured for them to go back to their cabin. He wasn't a good loser.
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Post by Script on Nov 18, 2011 14:34:30 GMT -5
The girls ran off to celebrate, and she sauntered over to him, looking smug. "Well, what d'ya know."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 18, 2011 14:35:59 GMT -5
He took off his hat and raked a hand through his hair. "Yeah...Your lucky day, I guess," he muttered, not looking at all happy.
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Post by Script on Nov 18, 2011 14:37:34 GMT -5
She couldn't help but laugh, amused. "Aw, come here, ya big baby." She grinned at him, then slid her arms around his middle to hug him.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 18, 2011 14:45:08 GMT -5
A small smile creeped onto his lips as he hugged her back. It always helped ease the sting of losing when a beautiful girl was there to comfort you...
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Post by Script on Nov 18, 2011 14:49:36 GMT -5
She took a moment to breath him in. He smelled like sweat and soap and man, and she loved it. She pulled away reluctantly, looking up at him. "9:30. After lights-out. Meet me at the flag."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 18, 2011 14:56:49 GMT -5
"Yeah, yeah," he teased, nudging her arm. "Just don't gloat, okay?" He sent her a wink before slumping off to his cabin to give his boys the bad news.
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Post by Script on Nov 18, 2011 15:04:15 GMT -5
The rest of the day felt like an eternity to Maggie. She knew it was because she was actually looking forward to spending alone time with Mike.
So. Hot.
She hurriedly put the girls to bed, then took some time to shower and do herself up, glad he'd be able to see her in something that wasn't a camp tshirt. She put on a pair of dark denim jeans and a flowy boho blouse, slipping into a pair of flats before making her way out to the front of camp, where the flag pole was.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 18, 2011 15:08:40 GMT -5
He was wearing the only nice clothes he brought, a coral colored polo shirt with some nice jeans - no dirt or holes - not too baggy but not those jeans that those teen heart throb boy band guys wore. He had to make due with his grey Converse sneakers, though. He hadn't wanted to ask any of the guys, because he was pretty sure this was against the rules.
He was leaning against the flag pole, looking up at the stars. He heard her coming, but didn't move.
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Post by Script on Nov 18, 2011 15:16:22 GMT -5
She saw him up ahead, leaning coolly against the pole, and she felt her heart skip a beat.
SO. HOT.
She cleared her throat, approaching him. "Hey..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 18, 2011 15:18:44 GMT -5
"Hey," he replied distractedly, still looking up at the stars. "The thing I love about this place is that you can actually see the stars up there. No city lights to hide 'em."
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Post by Script on Nov 18, 2011 15:21:30 GMT -5
She nodded. "Agreed." The one bad thing about working at this camp was knowing that, at the end of the summer, Mike would be going back to New York, and she would be going back to Boston.
She moved to stand beside him, their shoulders touching.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 18, 2011 15:24:25 GMT -5
After a few silent seconds, he clapped his hands and looked down at her. "We're sneakin' outta here."
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