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

'Family fun time' awaits... Becca rolled her eyes at that thought. Their parents meant well, and the hikes outside could be lots of fun, but 60's and 70's board games they also had were ghastly. Even for someone who liked the 70's it was a bit much. Did you know they have an unopened box for Twister? We ought to steal that thing and sell it on eBay. Could make make a little money, said as she got out of the car. Then Becca saw the look on Luke's face. Or not. I was kidding! Her brother was a stickler for following the rules while she used rules as more of guidelines. Like when her mom was helping her practice drive and she decided the speed limit was too slow. Fortunately the cute smile, a bashful look, and her mom's pleading look got her out of a traffic ticket when the police pulled them over. She got another 'look', and gave it back, when she pulled out her guitar case instead of a bag of groceries. Luke's pride and joy was that POS car of his while hers was a beat up guitar she had found at a music store she haunted. Becca didn't know why he would get bothered because everything would get unloaded and as she did have a big bag of popcorn in her other hand. As soon as it was dropped off inside, she was back for another load. It was mostly snacks and only for a week but their dad didn't want to take chances so they got extras. Even if they somehow did run out, there were a couple day supply of emergency rations in the form of food bars. Becca had tried one once and vowed never to be so desperate to eat them again. If she remembered correctly, she squeezed Luke's arm and started talking about which kinds of seasonings they would need to get the geek flavor out. He was not amused. It was her turn to shake her head at him moving the items she had just placed as they unpacked. Everything had its place! A place that could shift each time she looked at it but still.... Just like her room at home, that her mom had given up ever trying to keep it neat tidy. Nothing smelled or was dirty, Becca made sure of that, but there were clothes and books and notes all over the floor and bed. Her desk was invisible under the drawings she had done and couldn't bear to throw away. The thing about it was that she knew were everything was. Mom had tested her on a couple of occasions and came out amazed. Becca could never figure out how Luke found anything in his room. Everything was so tidy and in its proper place that it hurt. How did he find something when all the somethings were in the same spot? In anycase, the unloading got done while both of them piling their own things next to the stairs to be taken up later. There were still a couple of chores left with Luke going outside for his. For Becca it was getting the fireplace going since that was the heat for the cabin. It had been shirtsleeve weather outside but there was a chill in the air and regardless of that, nights usually were sweater weather at least. Becca had done the job often enough so it was very familiar pull off the covering that sealed off the harth when no one was home. Open the damper. Put some wood in with a starter log and newspaper. Light. She added another piece of wood but would hold off more until there was a good burn. Fire's lit, she said to Luke as he brought in a load of wood. She went out and got some more so the bin was topped off and she had the next batch to feed the flame. The moment her brother said 'dinner' her stomach started rumbling. Howabout a frozen pizza and some mozzarella sticks? Gives us plenty of time to clean before we eat. Becca didn't bother to look at him because she just knew he was trying to find a fault in it. She hid the smile when he finally had to agree it was okay. Becca borrowed the bathroom between their rooms first. Mostly just to wash her hands and face of the grime from the fireplace. Before putting on shorts and a Sailor Mercury t-shirt, she looked at herself in the mirror in just bra and panties. There were times when she hated how she developed and to go to a doctor to do something about it. Mostly take her down a couple of cup sizes. That might keep the eyes off of her and just have people treat normally instead of a pinup. Her friends, Becca had great ones, didn't care about any of such things. Even the guys who weren't gay. She just shook her head and pulled the shirt on. Later, with dinner mostly consumed, she sat on one of the couches that had a far end angled toward the other. This left a V shaped area in front of the fireplace and where the dreaded games would take place. Becca had her guitar on her lap with scribbled notes next to her. Every so often she might pluck the strings, hum a tune, or very softly sing a a few words. She would be quiet and then make a note on a paper. Then... Everything you want that is who you are You can be the sun and the moon and the stars Or the bass or the drums or the lead guitar With fingers still on the guitar, Becca looked at Luke and shrugged. Sorry. I was going to working with a couple of friend this week. Open mic night at a place next month and we thinking of going. If I can get this thing finished we might use it. Putting the guitar back in the case with her notes she then stretched. I don't if we're a band or a group or what but we just like singing. We were singing in a park once and people started giving us money so I guess we were busking. Yeah I know, silly but then that's me. Why was she telling her brother any of this? All it would do would give him ammunition in teases. Then Becca realized why she was proud of it.