§∞!!!!!BOATING!!!!!∞§

Well my peoples! I had another adventure! On the 25th I went boating with some friends. Here are the best pictures:)

This is Laura:) She is a cutie! This is right before we left the Steeds house.

This is Natasha, or Smousy to almost every other person! She was glaring at seth... haha what a surprise that is!

This is Evan, he is a cute little thing. Hyper too.

Seth, being a complete idiot as always...

This is David, Bob, and us on the boat.

Seth doing who-knows-what, and Taylor.

Laura the cutie:)

David and his made up sport of 'No-Boarding'. Its actually pretty cool:)

David surfing.

Smouse and Laura

A cute pic of the boys:)

Krista my babe-a-licious!

CUTIES!

TUBE WARS!

Seth and David tubing.

Tube wars again but Evan was trying desperately not to fall off!

The ride home with just the girls:)

Chapter 5:)

“Hello Bowen.” I said, quite startled.
“Hi.” He breathed.
I waited for him to say more, but it became apparent that he wasn’t. I looked quickly to Bridgett and back to Bowen.
“So… is there something I can help you with Bowen?” I asked.
He was fidgeting like a hyper child. “I was just wondering if I could ask you a question.” He said it in a rush.
“Okay, shoot.” I smiled.
“Umm… maybe, alone?” He glanced at Bridgett and then looked down.
I glanced pointedly at Bridgett and she sighed and pushed past Bowen with a quick ‘See ya’.
“What can I do for you Bowen?” I asked again.
“Can I ask you a personal question?” He was still looking down.
I was really wishing this wasn’t about Eric but my gut feeling said it was.
“Sure.” I sighed.
“Are you and Eric a… thing now?” he was talking very fast, and I was trying to hide a smile. This brought me some sort of satisfaction, knowing this bothered him.
“I don’t know what you mean.” I said, a little bit too innocently.
“Oh come on Brook, don’t play games with me.” His temper was always on the short side. “You went out today with Eric and I want to know if this means that your boy friend and girl friend.” His face was flushed and he was still looking down.
“Bowen,” I waited for him to look up, “Nothing can be determined till were off this island.” I said seriously. “It was just some innocent fun, we just talked and I still have no idea what he thinks of me. So I cant really speak of what ‘we’ are until I know what he feels. As for me… I don’t know what I feel… not yet.”
He was silent for a moment and then he heaved a sigh.
“Sorry for the questions. I just was going crazy with worry. We still don’t know these people very well and I have no idea what could have happened if he…” his voice trailed off.
“What?” I whispered.
“Did something to you,” He whispered back.
I was speechless. My mind was running wild with questions of my own. Why did he care so much? Why does he worry about me? Who does he think Eric is? Why would he think that Eric would do something like that?
Before I knew what I was doing I asked him one of those questions.
“Why do you care so much about what I do, Bowen?” I asked.
“I… I… don’t know,” he said mutedly.
“That’s not an acceptable answer. I was completely honest with you, now you have to be completely honest with me.” I said severely.
He looked me strait in the eye and faltered a bit.
“Because I care about you Brooklyn. I care about you as much – if not more – as Eric does.” He made a face to the name. “And I was a bit jealous when he walked away with you today.” He added rapidly.
I couldn’t really say that I was blown away by his confession, but I would qualify as shocked. I had always liked Bowen, always. We had known each other almost my whole life. But he had never shown any interest in me, ever. I had always wanted him to one day come up and ask me out, or something of that nature. But why would right now be the best time to tell me this? Why does it take a plane crash and some one else showing interest in me to tell me that he cared for me? Was that the only reason? Because we were stuck here?
“Oh.” Was all I could think to say.
We were silent then and I was staring at the floor. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. I could feel his eyes on me though. A minute passed, the awkwardness increasing every second, and he trudged out of my tent. Damn, I’ll be regretting that later. But as for now, I had Bridgett to worry about. She came running in before thirty seconds had passed and I could tell by the light of her eyes, they were extremely curious. There was only one thing I would have wanted if I were back home. Chocolate, I want some chocolate….

My Latest Excitement

So here is my latest excitement: The Twilight book 4, Breaking Dawn. 

I cannot wait for it to come out! Its definitely my favorite set of books. Sure its not a good book for substance, such as Jane Austen or Stephen King, but its bubble gum for the brain and its entertaining for me. 

As much as I hate/love to admit this, I have read the books more than 20 times a piece (product of not having a life during previous summers). But its true what they say, every time you reread a book you get something new from it. And I would like to say, with a dignified head held high, that anyone could ask me anything about those books and I could answer it:). I actually read the other book Stephanie Meyer wrote, The Host, and liked it almost as much as the Twilight Series.

But there is a down side to all this fiction and fantasy; It takes a lot of energy to read. I don't think that I have taken more than 2 days to read one of those books. But this means neglecting my housework and homework.... I think that my family suffers every time a new book from her comes out because I don't do a stitch of laundry when I read;) (snicker snicker). I secretly think my mother is dreading August 1st from 12 a.m. to the 2nd, because I will be locking myself in my room and reading Breaking Dawn and not coming out!! Everyone be warned!!!

Well till next time:) 

Andie

Last Minute Thoughts:

1. Reading is so much more productive than just sitting around watching TV.

2. Make sure that your dentist levels out your crown so that you don't talk with a lisp... (arg! Stupid dentist!)

3. Never peg someone down as unchangeable, your just damning them to that standard, it helps no one. 

Hello!!!! I'm back from beyond! Or just writing;-)

Well aren't you lucky! I am finally just writing about my life! Well no I am not done writing my book just yet. But knowing how close school is coming and my increasingly busy schedule, I probably will just get less and less of it done. I'm sorry, for those few who read it, and thanks for even taking the time to do so. I am working on chapter 5 right now, but there are still a few kinks I need to work out. 

But back to what I was originally writing about. 

Time.

Time seems to be slipping away for me. Its still so strange being in the summer right now, and now it is half way over. Then after the summer I will be starting my High School life at Bountiful High!! Go BRAVES!!! But until then I am trying to get as much fun as I can in my life. Heaven knows that I will be plastered down with homework when I start school and then I will have no time what so ever! I'm not so keen on that part, but I don't know what else to do. I'm taking harder classes and I'm just hoping that I'll have easy teachers that help me learn as much as I can. 

As always, I'm so glad to be with you and hoping to be writing more often if TIME permits it:)

Last Minute Thoughts:

1. Life just keeps on going by faster and faster, get as much fun in as you can.

2. Without friends I don't think I would live.

3. Dentist appointments suck :(. And so does getting a crown..... (dread).

Chapter 4

“What were you doing with Eric?” Bridgett asked me for the twentieth time since I got back.
“For the last time, we were just talking! We didn’t do anything. Just talked.” I was fed up with this inquisition. I hadn’t even been alone two seconds in my tent before Bridgett came to solicit information.
When Eric and I cleared the tree line to the beach back to camp, it felt like there was a spotlight on us. Everyone seemed to turn and watch us walk to our different tents. We exchanged goodbyes quietly to each other and left with a quick handshake.
“Okay then, what did you… talk about.” She was enjoying this.
“Just our families, what we did for a living, you know, the basics. It was interesting.”
“Sure… interesting…” She was so annoying at times. “So… do you like him?” her voice burned with curiosity.
I didn’t answer. I knew that I was playing a little with her, but it was my turn to hassle her a bit.
“Is that a no?” She asked again.
I still didn’t answer.
“Oh come on Brooklyn! Please tell me!” she wailed.
“Okay, okay. Sure I like him. He is a cool guy.” I confessed.
“No, I mean, really like him.”
“I don’t know yet.” I answered quietly. He was a bit older than me. But that shouldn’t be a problem. We were stuck on a freaking island for heavens sake. What did it matter that he was a couple years older than me. Okay, a couple was a lie. He was ten years older than me. He was 34.
“You know he is 34 right?” Bridgett asked mirroring my thoughts.
“Yeah…” I said, grimacing. “But does that really matter?”
“Umm…” She hesitated making a face that was contemplating around trying to lie to me or telling me the honest truth. I was wishing that she would lie. “I think it does. You need to have something in common. And age is something that really matters when it comes to maturity in a relationship.” She said rapidly.
“Wait. Are you saying that I am not the one that is mature enough? Because I am the younger one?” I was stunned, speechless.
“Well…” She looked down sheepishly.
“Are you really implying that I am not established enough to have a constant relationship with an older man?” My temper was growing heated every second I looked at her.
She could tell and got defensive. “Now wait. I’m just saying that he may have had a lot of other relationships in the past and you haven’t really gotten serious in your whole life. I don’t know if you know how to do this at all. And knowing how good-looking he is…” she trailed off.
I had to admit she had a point. I really hadn’t had the experience that he had. I hated it when Bridgett was right.
“So where does that put me?” I asked.
“Well it seems that you have a three choices. You can tell him that you can’t have a relationship right now, that you aren’t ready. You can ask him about his previous relationships and try and decipher what you can from that. Or you can be completely honest with him and tell him your problem strait up. You were always good at being honest.” She smiled.
I had to smile back. She knew exactly what to say to me when I needed it. I wanted to tell him. Like she said, I had always been good at being truthful. I was raised that way.
“I guess I have made my decision then.” I sighed.
And there it was; what I needed to do. Tell him the honest truth.

“Knock, knock,” A quiet voice said from behind the curtain door of my tent. A hand moved it to the side and I was surprised to see Bowen stick his head in.