This is a weird story of mine, my mind might have been kinda twisted when I wrote it. It's kinda funny. I wrote it before I wrote the story Summer and didn't like it. So you might find some similarities between it and Summer. I just finished upgrading it to make it better. I couldn't think of a good title, so if you know of one tell me. Karin
Story with no title
Narrator: Bob
"No Karin, don't," I yelled.
"Why not?" she teased.
"Because I'll get all wet," I answered.
Karin's family and my family have been friends forever, and every summer we usually go camping together somewhere. Karin always brings a friend along, and this year it was Melissa. She didn't want to get too outnumbered by guys, although for her I'd think that it'd be a good thing. Anyways this year we went to ‘Writing on Stone Provincial Park.' In the summer, it gets to about 40 degrees Celsius, so to escape the heat, there is a river called, ‘Milk River,' with a small current, and is shallow that runs through the campground, that you can go swimming in. More like float down the river on an air mattress or tube, and let the current take you to the campground. Our parents had dropped us off a couple km's down the river, so we could float down it for around 2 to 3 hours, probably to get us out of their hair, not that we would be in their hair anyway. We even had our own campsite, and did our own cooking. Anyways where was I? Oh yeah, Karin, my best friend, was about to flip my tube.
"Too bad," she answered, and went straight ahead and flipped me. Big mistake! I grabbed her legs when I went under, and pulled her under with me, and held her there until I felt she learned her lesson. I'm a nice friend aren't I. She came up gasping for air.
"Why'd you do that for?" she complained.
"Why'd you do that for?" I turned the question on her.
"Are you trying to start something with me."
"Bring it on," I said beckoning her to come to me.
She came and pushed me down, and in turn I picked her up and threw her in the water. It was all on good terms I think.
"You ever think of what we're swimming in," she asked, "don't think that I'm not mad at you anymore," she stated, because she had calmed down.
"Hey you started it."
"So what, you're a guy, I can do stuff like that to you."
"Whatever," I snorted, "how bout we go find our tubes and join the rest of the group," Which had floated down the river.
As we neared the rest of the group we could hear them talking. The river had taken a sharp turn and you couldn't see around it, because of high banks the river eroded. "I wonder where Karin and Bob are?" asked Melissa.
"Ah, he's probably proposing to her," answered Clint.
As if on cue, in a loud voice, I asked, "Karin will you marry me?"
"Oh, yes Bob, I'd love to," she answered playing along like she was some kind of ditz.
"Boy I'm good," said Clint, feeling pretty smart since he always has to be right.
"Ooops Clint, I had my fingers crossed," I answered spoiling his fun. I have to admit that was a pretty good comeback. Of course I've had better, just not in this story.
"And you can kiss my gluteus maximus," answered Clint.
"I'd rater kiss a dog's......wait a minute, you are one."
"You just insulted yourself there bud. I'm your twin ya know, we came from the same egg."
"That's why I'm the best looking," put in Dave getting into the argument.
"And that's why I just sit here soaking in the rays, listening to them yammer on like a bunch of two year old's," said Scott thinking he was so smart.
We all heard him and started making our way over to his mattress to knock some sense into him.
"Yeah, and you can kiss my..."
"Clint how ‘bout you find something original to say for a change," I said. He was getting on my nerves, "in fact you can kiss mine, since you want everyone to kiss yours." I was getting a little too involved in this argument, plus I was serious, to the point I was going to pull down my shorts, so he could kiss my butt. Karin spoke out.
"Hey it would be nice if you could not do that in a public area, let alone around people who don't want to see that."
"Yeah Bob, we don't want to see that," said Dave in an annoying way, which made me mad at him too.
"Fine then you can both kiss my foot," I stuck my foot out, "come on, kiss it. You chicken or something."
Clint cautiously came forward grabbed my foot and pulled it up to the point it hurt and I lost my balance and went under. I was mad and we began fighting. I was beating him good until Dave joined in, because he was mad at me and I was annoyed with him. So now it was two against one. Just to make things clear, we don't fight to hurt each other. Just to pin the other down to prove a point. It's more like wrestling.
"Hey, uh, guys, you want to leave this argument alone, just break it up now, I'm sick of you fighting over this. You probably don't even remember what you were arguing about," cut in Melissa.
She was right, we quit fighting then and there. I felt bad that we were arguing in front of her and she barely knew us. At that moment I couldn't even remember how everything all started, and she had to stop us. That's low. Everything was forgotten a few minutes later though.
After a while Karin and I joined forces again. "You know," said Karin, "now that I'm wet it's not so hot out anymore."
"Yeah I know, maybe we should help Scott out a bit too," I winked.
So we let our tubes trail the others and then got out of them. Scott was sitting in his tube, reading a copy of Chatelaine. Okay I'm kidding about that, that Mike Bullard joke is going too far. We dove underwater and surfaced right by his tube.
"Okay, 1, 2, 3, flip," I whispered to Karin. He never even knew what hit him, but boy was he mad when he surfaced.
"Why'd you do that for?" whined Scott.
"Hey, we did you a favour," explained Karin, "now it won't be so hot out anymore. It'll feel like a nice summer day now. How bout helping us get Dave and Clint."
"Yeah, but their already wet," answered Scott.
"I know, but it would be fun anyway," she replied.
So we all ganged up on Dave, then Melissa, because she looked lonely and wasn't too mad at us, and then Clint.
Pretty soon dumping people out of their tubes wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. So we decided to cool it awhile and relax. Soon we passed an island where there were a bunch of chicks in bikini's. They were hot! As soon as we passed them I had to bug Karin about something. "Hey Karin why don't you ever wear a bikini?"
"For a million bucks I will."
"Scott you have a million dollars don't you?" I asked.
"Sure thing," answered Scott as he dug into the back pocket of his swimming shorts, or should I say jeans, and pulled out a fake laminated million dollar bill. I was pretty happy with myself there.
"That doesn't count," she told me, "besides you know very well why I wouldn't wear a bikini in front of 4 perverted guys."
"I'm not perverted," I defended myself.
"Well, if you aren't then I still wouldn't trust you."
There was silence for a little bit and then Clint came up with a brilliant idea. A game of truth or dare.
"I'll start," he said, "and the consequence is?"
"Having to go skinny dipping when it gets dark, but to make it less harsh, you can take your cloths off in the water."
"Well Scott's perverted," muttered Karin under her breath.
"Okay, Scott truth or dare?" asked Clint.
"Dare."
"Okay I dare you to pretend you are shaving your legs, and you have to do the sound effects with it."
"Good one Clint," shouted Karin, and she made her way to his tube and gave him a high five.
Scott did the dare, and everyone was laughing. "You do a better job than I do," said Karin giggling.
"Thanks!....Bob truth or dare."
"Truth."
"Wuss!" yelled Dave.
"Bob if you were trapped on an island who would you bring with you, Karin or Melissa."
I thought about it for a while, and came up with a smart answer, "Melissa, because Karin is going to hate me after this. Karin truth or dare."
Karin, as I suspected, is not one to resist a dare or hates revealing truths about herself, picked dare.
"I dare you and Clint to go underwater and kiss, well not really kiss but see if you can breath through each others mouths, you know like see if you can breath underwater." As I mentioned before I'm a really good best friend. Hint on the sarcasm there.
"Why don't you go do that with the next chick you see. Maybe she might even be a fan of your stupid music. I don't enjoy doing stuff like that to a good friend," she screamed angrily, with tears coming down her face, but wasn't exactly crying.
Clint gave me an evil eye saying I was in for it when we got back to the campground. Karin obviously a fighter got out of her tube, went over to Clint's tube, grabbed his had and pulled him out of his tube, and told him through gritted teeth, "let's just get Bob's stupid experiment over with."
"Karin we don't have to do this," comforted Clint.
"Yes we do. I don't want to go skinny dipping."
They did the dare though, and everyone was cheering. "So is she a good kisser?" asked Scott.
This once again ticked Karin off, and she went straight up to me and dumped me out of my tube. I was totally unprepared for this, but Karin wasn't and she held me underwater for over 40 seconds, while I learned my lesson.
"So I guess you never found a girl to try that with did you," she stated when I surfaced.
Clint then answered Scott's question, "we never kissed."
"So you mean you never did the dare?" asked Dave.
"Yeah we did the dare." answered Clint.
"So did it work," I asked.
"No, our lips never sealed, plus if you ever studied Biology, we breathe in oxygen, and breath out carbon dioxide," said Karin trying to keep her calm. I think I almost scarred her for life.
With that the truth or dare game ended. Karin got back on her tube and we floated the rest of the way to the campground, which was 10 minutes away.
By the time we got out of the water, to the time we got back to the campsite, the sun had already dried us off. Karin stormed off to be by herself. I didn't blame her though. She got out a book and sat down in a lawn chair and read it in the sun. I guess she never got enough sun yet.
About an hour later, my guilty conscience caught up to me, and I really felt the effects of my dare. When we were playing the game I didn't think it would affect her very much. I was really wrong. I decided right then and there I would treat her better for the trip, and I decided to go apologize to her. I didn't want to be enemies the rest of the week, it wouldn't be much fun if we were.
I gathered up all my courage and went to talk to her.
As soon as she saw me come near her she told me, "go away."
"No Karin, I have to talk to you."
"Whatever, leave me alone, can't you see I'm busy."
She got up and began walking away, still mad at my experiment. I decided to be persistent. I followed her and caught a hold of her shoulders and looked her in the eye. "Karin, listen to me. I want to apologise to you," she looked down at the ground. "Come on, look at me! I want you to know that I'm serious."
"Oh, okay," she muttered and looked at me. She had told me a few years ago she never liked looking people in the eyes, because she always seemed to get lost looking into them, and didn't seem to be mad at the person anymore. Now I didn't make her look into my eyes to take advantage of that situation, but she had to know I was serious, and eyes can tell all sometimes. I mean sometimes people have these eyes that are always bright when their happy, and some are soothing to look at, then others are just downright cold to look at. I think it's cool, but also weird at the same time.
"Karin, I want you to know that I'm sorry and that I shouldn't have done that to you and Clint. Will you forgive me?" I asked.
She was silent for a few seconds then answered, "okay, I'll forgive you, but I have to say I'm sorry too, before I do that I have to tell you something as long as you promise not to tell anyone."
"What? I promise."
"Clint and I didn't do the dare. We faked it. He was smart enough to know not to do something past my comfort zone and came up with a different idea. We just made it look like we were doing the dare, that's why we walked away from you guys. I'm also sorry I called your music stupid," she answered.
"That's okay, I deserved it. You really faked it? It looked real."
"Yeah, we faked it. I should be an actor," she joked, and smiled.
"Hey, it's nice to see you smile again, although I must admit you look cute when you're mad," I smiled and stuck out my hand, "friends?"
She shook it, "friends," and we hugged. Then she gave me a knuckle sandwich.
"Hey why'd you do that for?" I complained.
"Oh just for saying I look cute when I'm mad," she answered, "your head feel's like a fuzzy peach."
I had just run a razor through it a few days ago and chopped all my hair off. "you think that's funny eh?..." Ooops, I'd better not go starting anymore arguements here.
