Current music:

Japanese Cartoons -- Strongbad Emails on my iPod >:D

I'm onto something with that blue hair though.
I maneuvered the bass into place, then headed to get my bag of clothes and such. I nearly collided with a red haired case.

"Oh my god!" He swore loudly. "Shit -- I'm sorry."

"No, it's ok . . . do you need help with that?" I asked, peeping around the drum. He grinned.

"Yeah, I got another bass back there, you don't mind, do you?"

I rolled my eyes. "Look, I maybe a girl, but I managed to get my set back here all by my lonesome."

"Sweetheart, I don't care what you do as long as you move." He grunted, configuring the case in his arms.

I shifted to the side and he passed. I found my bag after a frantic search, figuring I had forgotten it in the midst of double checking my drums and worrying about Alex ( not much . . . just a little ). My red-headed drummer popped out of the paths -- artificial red hair, like Kara's, and only on the crown of his head, the rest was artificial black. Goth.

He lifted his other bass and took off ahead of me. I followed behind slowly, not being surprised in the least when I learned we were staying in the same cabin.

He practically dropped the other bass and parked his ass on it, smiling, slightly unrepentant. “I see since you’ve followed me all the way here that you either have a thing for drummers or you’re staying here.”

“It’s the latter, yes. I also gather from your tone of voice that you are the last person I want to be sharing a room with.”

He licked his lip ring and grinned again. “I’m Clay. Joey Clay, but because you like me so much, I want you to all me Clay.”

“I’m Andrea Forester, and because I want you to be as far away as possible, call me Dru.”

“Ah,” he winked, “Playing hard to get, I see.”

I snorted. “You wish.”

“My boyfriend would kill me you know, he’s rather jealous.”

I choked on my own spit. “Your . . . boyfriend?”

Clay cackled. “Surprised?”

I shrugged. “Try me.”

He nodded. “I will.”

Summer camp. New friends. Sort of. And I do like slash. See?


Gosh, every time I see these two as a couple, I practically choke with satisfaction. My apologies to One Piece fans who are yay close to tearing their eyes out, but for chrissakes! Think about it, the Captain is made out of rubber and, yes, thank you Oda, we know now that everything stretches ( some moron asked in an SBS ), the first mate has three swords ( hello! ) and the cook gets routinely called "ero". Don't make me go into all the reference one word can imply.