Distractions[Cadee/Quinton]

[Cadee ♥ Abington]

Cadee sat around on top of her bunk-bed. She had her pillow pushed tightly over her face covering her ears, hoping to drown out all the sound. She was so tired of hearing the same thing over and over again. 'Quinton did this, Quinton did that blah blah blah' Well they didn't really know Quinton was her brother, but it still drove her crazy hearing about how strange he was.

"Ungh...!" she moaned into the pillow, causing everyone to stop talking. Rolling upright, Cadee hoped off the bed and went outside her cabin. It was a lot cooler out in the open, rather than stuck in the stuffy cabin. With a big grin on her face she brought her hands behind her head, locking together her fingers, and let the sun sit on her warm skin.

After a few all to short moments of sunlight, Cadee decided she would need something to do. And since she'd just walked out of her cabin, it's not like she could just casually walk back in to change into something she could wear to swim in. Sighing, she took a look around the camp, swinging her arms from side to side, when her eyes fell upon the boys cabin. And knowing Quinton, he wouldn't exactly of gone of running with his friends. So he was probably there.

As Cadee approached the long row of cabins, her eyes darted back and forth, praying not to be caught by a councilor. After all, girls weren't technically allowed on the boys side. Approaching what she hoped was Quinton's cabin, a guy suddenly burst out of the cabin wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. "Ahh! Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" Cadee yelled, startling him. She quickly brought her hands up to cover her eyes. The guy made some complex aggravated noise, but Cadee could her him walking away.

Cadee, not wanting another repeat of the whole awkward situation, kept her eyes covered. As she continued her search for Quinton's cabin blind, with one hand groping the free air to avoid hitting anything. She dreaded the thought of anyone actually seeing her then, with how stupid she looked.

Upon arriving at what Cadee hoped was the right cabin, she headed up the entrance steps extremely carefully, knocking on the large wooden door. "Quinton! C'mon I know your in there!" she yelled into the door. She really didn't want to get caught. Pounding on the door again, "Please!" she said again. She was almost to afraid to look and see if any councilors had became aware of her presence. Pounding on the door once more, "Q-TIP! OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!" she screamed, knowing he would have to pen it then, unless he wanted her to keep going around yelling his nick-name.

[♥Quinton Abington]

Sighing lightly, Quinton rolled over onto his side, as he'd done a good trillion times that hour. It was hot in the cabin. Hot, stuffy and...well, hot. All anyone ever did around there was run around, beat eachother with pillows or try to escape for a smoke, or drink, or whatever it was. Quinton was alone, and that was all that mattered to him.

Rolling over again with a "Nuff", Quinton sat up, pulling his white teeshirt from sticking to his side. 'Sweat does that yanno.' Uncomfortable with the heat, and annoyed at his internal verbal wars he'd been having, Quinton continued his little routine of lying down, turning, and getting back up to unstick himself. After a few boring rotations of this, Quinton sat up and stared at his bag and guitar at the end of the bed. He wasn't much for unpacking clothes into dressers and storing, he liked to keep his belongings close; they were easier to move when bagged.

Dropping his head, he closed his eyes and threw his back down onto the bed with a long discomforted sigh. That seemed to be all he did now. He wasn't up to walking around and staring at half naked women with the other guys. That just wasn't him. Opening his eyes once more, his vision was blinded with a mixture of red and black locks(hair). Brisking them away with a small motion of his head, his vision returned. He stared downwards, seeing his scrawny legs and the ruffled sheets that were once evenly spread over his bed. Looking to his hands he noticed his non-existant nails which were chipped badly, and the callouses that filled his fingertips. 'That's what you get for taking up an instrument and playing it all night.'

Rolling onto his belly, he propped himself up to his knees and pulled his shirt up and over his head. Leaning towards the guitar, his hand outstretched, he suddenly stopped as his heart dropped low into the bottom of his stomach. Looking to the door he dreaded the voice he had heard from the hallway. "What in God's name is that..." He muttered, sliding off the bed to wander to the door. Turning the knob slowly, he opened the door and poked his head outside.

Green eyes widening, Quinton's skin dropped a few tones to white; what he was seeing could not be real. 'Oh my god..What is she doing..' Standing there, dumbfounded, Quinton watched as the girl waved her one arm frantically before her, the other plastered over her eyes. As she did so, she came across a door, a few feet away from him, and began pounding. Beating on the door like it were some rabid chicken, she started screaming his name, demanding for his arrival.

Widening his eyes more he swallowed, or so he tried, and dropped a few more tones of skin. Staring in disbelief, Quinton was mortified and paralyzed in awe to his sister's actions. 'What's happening here...'. Coming back into a flash of reality, and regaining his balence, Quinton took note that he was now standing in the middle of the hallway in his boxers.

"Q-TIP! OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!"

Having it click in his mind finally that his sister was infront of him, and demanding for him to walk out of that door, he booked it towards her. Running at her, he spun her around on her heels and started shoving her out of the hallway towards the door. He didn't care if she lost a flipflop or two, she was getting out of there, fast.

Finally coming to the door, Quinton hastily gave a final shove to Cadee, and she was gone. Out the door she went. Only, with her, Quintont went. Grabbing a hold of his arm as he'd pushed her, Cadee locked her heel behind his ankle and tugged with her weight as she fell forward, sending Quinton on his ass.

Hollaring in pain, Quinton grabbed his ass as he threw his back onto the floor, his pelvis in the air. "Damnit!! Cadee! What are you doing here?!" He groaned, flustered with embarassment and pain as people started filling the hallway and outside area to investigate.

[Cadee ♥ Abington]

As Cadee stood there feeling like an idiot, she tried to sort through all her thoughts at once. First to come to mind was all the excuses she would be coming up with to feed the angry councilors. Then was how she would explain to people why she was standing there in the boy’s cabins like a frantic idiot.

But before she even had a chance to come up with a half decent explanation for her un-invited presence, her body was being shoved and pushed every which way. “Whoa! Don’t touch me!” Cadee said, swatting viciously at the air. Suddenly her body flew backwards, without taking so much as a look she grabbed, felt something under her fingertips, and held on for dear life. With a final thud, she landed crocked on her back and propped up elbow. “Oweee!” so complained.

Flashing her eyes open, she saw Quinton sitting there, in a very awkward position, but she held her tongue. Sitting up she grabbed at her elbow, rubbing it tenderly as most of her weight had slammed down onto it. Glaring over at Quinton she gave him one of her infamous glares, a very warning look that he was smart to pick up on. “What am I doing here? What am I doing here!” Cadee asked through clenched teeth.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE! Honestly, throwing me around like I’m some chew toy!” she yelled at him, getting everyone in the halls to quit there whispering. If there was one thing Cadee could do with absolute certainty, it was get attention, and control a room. Kicking away his leg, she pushed herself up with her hand, standing tall over him.

“All I did was come to see you and-” Cadee stopped talking, suddenly becoming aware even more of the people staring at there little brawl. They seemed to sense why she had stopped, and scattered of to their own room, when she looked back down at Quinton. “Here, let me help you up.” Cadee said, putting an overly sugary sweet smile on.

She extended her hand, locking it around his wrist before he could pull away, and hoisted him up. ‘Someone’s gotten heavier…’ she thought, pulling him up. It was always easier when they we’re 10. As he was about halfway up, Cadee let go of his arm quickly, letting him fall back hard onto the ground. “Hurts, huh?” she asked, with a smirk.

Taking a couple steps backwards, Cadee looked down at him shaking her head a little, “You should be grateful that I came to see you Q-Tip…” she said, looking at him. She thought back to all the times they used to wrestle and joke around as kids, but now he seemed so angry just because she came to see him. Sure, she was maybe the slightest bit embarrassing, but that’s just how she was and forever would be.

Crossing her arms stubbornly over her chest, Cadee made a little huff noise, and shook her hair out of her face. “Seriously though, you just like… tackled me… In-front of everyone, now people will think your some crazy tackle whatever moves guy…” she said, purposefully trying to lay down the guilt trip. Trying to just get him angry, it was always fun to deal with the angry side of him once in a while.