Joemdpaddlesacross

From Create Your Own Story

Current revision as of 18:44, 26 August 2015

You put yourself, him, and the bags in the boat with almost complete failure. You are resigned to in his lap with the bags in your own, and the two of you awkwardly begin to paddle down the island. Wes merely begins singing a song, and you would slap him if you could turn around at all. The raft makes it almost a fourth of the way before it begins heavily taking in water. The singing stops nearly immediately, and without warning, you are upside down, in the river.

You wake with your chest aching. Wes is above you, quite relieved. He sits back, completely sopping wet. His hat is gone, and his shirt and boots are missing. You feel your chest, and realize your hoodie is open.

"CPR." He says without delay.

You move your hands to your mouth. "I was dying?"

"Just chest compressions." Wes looks completely exhausted, and he lays back. You look to the side and see a bag there.

"You brought a bag." You say, almost stupidly. You feel tired and aching as well. You drag it closer to you - it is yours.

"It's yours." He says too late, still breathing hard.

You try and zip the hoodie back up, but in his haste, Wes apparently had ripped off the end of the zipper entirely. You look to Wes, still breathing hard. You forget he is a swimmer in terms of body as well - his muscles move with the rest of him. He looks back to you, and you hold together the hoodie. Your bra is wet, and you want the cover. You turn away from him with a small blush. Sure, it was not much a show, as he did already see your collar when he saved your life, but still, you were not expecting it. That is a feeling that makes a difference.

You tie the hoodie in front of you in an attempt to keep it together. It shortens the hoodie, letting it rest just above your leggings to show the smallest bit of stomach, and up top, it seems to not want to stay closed, showing somehow more of the area between your chest. The bikini style bra easily shows more of the curve of your breast than you want. You untie it, giving up that idea. Wes has no shirt to lend you, either. You hold the hoodie together and look back to Wes, who was just staring. "What?" You ask.

"Nothing, just, well, are we doing this still?"

"Of course we are. We still have paint. I just need to scale the building, and make a four story tag."

"Well." Wes shrugs and pulls the bag toward you. "Alright. So how are we getting up?"

You look at the building. The mansion is not always abandoned - maybe there is something inside you can more easily and comfortably wear in this situation. You shake your head a bit to focus. You can do this in just a bikini - it is hardly a problem. You just were not expecting it, and now you find yourself more clear. With a crowbar, it would be easy to get in the front door - getting to the top floor would be ideal. Still, you can try a window to get inside.