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Gwen Tennyson stood at the edge of a small lake. Her, her idiot cousin, and Grandpa Max had traveled from New Orleans to the north, currently making camp at a nice little nature reserve. The red headed girl stood on the edge of a small dock built specifically built to add to the ‘intrigue’ of the over sized fish pond they had going.
She brushed a hand through her hair and took a slow deep breath to prepare herself for that first horrible splash of cold water. For the last 3 weeks since New Orleans she hadn’t touched, winked, or done anything remotely affectionate toward Ben. She barely even talked to him unless she needed to. Of course Grandpa Max had noticed, and even asked what was wrong a couple of times. She’d always just shrug and tell him she didn’t know what he was talking about, which normally warded him away well enough. Continue reading