Thread: What happens in the cabin... (Sync & mypgems)

You could take the girl out of the country, but you couldnt take the country out of the girl. Okay, Becca wasnt a Country Girl, as such, but the saying was more-or-less accurate for her no matter where the family went, no matter what they did, Becca was always going to be her typical, laid-back, semi-caring selfat least as far as her neatness and organisational skills wen. To Luke, it was as if Becca had deliberately grown up trying to be the chaos to his order, the mess to counter his neatness how she managed to find anything, get anything done, in the maelstrom that was her life was beyond him. She waschallenging to live with. It was why they mainly gave each other space around the house, interacted only when they had to. It was why the family was coming to the cabin for the week mum and dad were, I effect, making this their last ditch effort at making the kids at least tolerate each other before Luke went to college. Luke knew itthat didnt mean he had to like it. With things unpacked and mostly stowed away, Becca had suggested pizza and cheese sticks. Probably not the ideal thing hed have thought of, but under the circumstances it was the easiest thing to go with. With his sister upstairs in the bathroom, Luke set about packing the remaining groceries away while the over preheated, then he unwrapped the pizza and put it in the over to cook. He grabbed his case and lugged it up the stairs, spent the next twenty minutes unpacking his case until the over timer chimed. By the time hed got downstairs to rescue the pizza the house was most certainly lost its chill and was quickly becoming not-cold. The fireplace did a good job of warming the place up, but it never really got warm in the cabin mild was the best it could achieve, the cabin was too open in design to really get warmer than that. Still, it was comfortable enough, even in winter. By the time Becca had come down wearing nothing but shorts and a short t-shirt from that ridiculous Sailor Moon show hed cut up the pizza and served it, put a couple of mozzarella sticks on each plat, and poured a glass of Coke Zero for each of them. Becca took her dinner by the fire place Luke sat at the kitchen table with a novel. The Lord of the Rings was this weeks pick, but he had a few others just in case. With dinner done and plates soaking in the sink in the kitchen, Luke had moved closer to the fireplace with his novel he brought his drink with him and was stretched out on one of the couches. By that time Becca had got out her beat-up guitar it was in worse condition than his car, Luke thought and was sitting on the other couch. She was gently strumming it and singing, but he could filter it out, let it become background noise to his novel. Then she started talking to him it was slightly annoying, but he hid it well enough as he closed his book using his finger for a bookmark and lifted his head to look over at her. He knew she enjoyed what she did with her music, but it meant little to him. If youre happy with it, then go for it, he offered softly. His voice was a gentle baritone in pitch he could get a lot of volume and power if he yelled which he did more than he should with Becca but mostly his voice was quiet and almost-soothing. A couple of his friends had jokingly suggested he could be the next James Earl Jones or Morgan Freeman with his voice, but he scoffed and dismissed the idea. Just make sure that, if you decide to become a band, you get proper and reputable representation. If you go busking, make sure youve cleared it and gotten the necessary permits. You dont want to get ripped off or fined for it. He leaned down to grab his glass from the floor next to the couch, took a mouthful, returned the glass to the floor. Ive never understood what you do for music, Becca, you know that, he went on smoothly. My music tastes are more towards movie soundtracks and orchestral pieces. But if youre going to do it, do it right dont leave yourself open.