Part 147: Day 34
Shanna slowly stirred awake. The sun was starting to shine brightly over the ocean. The red head felt of her face and felt slightly grimy. Washing her face would feel good right about now. She slowly stood up and stretched, vibrating her legs temporarily. She walked over to their pile of stuff and pulled out a bar of soap. Mia was mildly awake, shifting over to lay her head on John’s chest. The redhead smiled; a little jealous. She wished she had someone to hold onto as well.
Shanna made her way down to the beach and toward the water. A few people were already up and mulling about. The redhead squeaked a little at the feel of the cold water. She continued out until she was knee deep. Shanna soaked up the soap into her palms and then rubbed it onto her face. Back home she would have had a rag so she had to make due here. After scrubbing vigorously for a few minutes, she cupped some water into her hand and splashed it onto her face. She smiled, sighing. She already felt great.
Shanna stepped out onto the sand and picked up her towel. She gently blotted the water out of her face. “HEY!!” someone screamed.
The redhead froze. She slowly removed the towel and found a slightly overweight man walking toward her. He worn pale shorts, a yellow shirt and a hanker-chief tied around his neck. He was pointing toward her lower body. “Where did you get those boxers?” he demanded.
“I’m . . sorry?” Shanna said, confused.
“Those boxers you are wearing, “the man pointed, “those look like mine! Where did you get them?”
“I found them.”
“From where? A black suitcase?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Oh, you don’t remember,” he stepped closer, “I’ve dealt with kids all my life, girl. I can tell when someone is lying.”
“Even if they were your boxers, they are mine now.” Shanna said firmly.
“Is that right?” he gritted his teeth.
“Yeah, it is right.” Seth said, behind them.
The man turned around and Shanna breathed a sigh of relief. Seth walked down to the beach to join them, wearing just his pants. The young man looked at the older man. He then stood next to Shanna. “She DID find those boxers.” Seth pointed out, “Whether they were yours or whether they weren’t is irrevelant. She’s had those things for over 25 days or so. If they were yours, you lost them by default.”
“What is your name, boy?” the man demanded.
“You tell me your name, butt-munch, and I’ll tell you mine.” The bookstore worker smiled.
“Leslie Artz.” He said.
“Seth Butler, please ta meet ya.”
“Well, Seth, I know for a fact that those are my boxers, and I want them back.”
“Then I would have to kick your ass,” He said in all seriousness, “You want a black eye over a pair of boxers?”
“Those are mine.” Artz demanded.
“Well, let’s see,” Seth slowly walked behind Shanna, gently touching her shoulder, “Sorry.”
She slowly lifted one flab from her behind. Shanna didn’t move; just stood there, trying not to squeak. Seth slowly walked around her, checking all the flaps on the rim of the boxers. “Nope, nope, and nope.” He whispered.
“What?” Artz asked.
Seth turned around and smiled, “I don’t see your name on it.”
Artz scoffed at him and then turned around, walking away and grunting curses. He realized it was going to go no where. Seth slowly turned around and looked at Shanna. She smiling slightly, trying not to laugh. The young bookstore worker and his redheaded friend both knew Artz name and that the fact was SHE WAS wearing his boxers. Seth pointed to the right and they started to walk away from where they were standing. Shanna looked back, and then tried to keep from giggling. “Oh, my god, “she laughed, “I am wearing that man’s underwear.”
“So that is Mr. Artz, the stud with all the gum,” Seth snickered, “I am SO disappointed.”
“You are so bad.” Shanna hit his arm.
“Not to mention the crazy fact that he is still alive,” he laughed, “How will Mia react when she learns that Artz is alive and she is holding his money?”
“He’s a teacher?” they continued to talk, “Does he also know that the necker-chief went out with Fred and the Scooby gang?”
“Yeah, Zoinks, yo.” Seth giggled.
Shanna enjoyed their little laughter. As she walked back to the encampment, Seth grabbed his shirt. He put it on, and looked around. He looked back at little encampment for Charlie and Claire. They were talking about a few things. Seth then quickly reached into his bag and grabbed four tubes of the squeezable peanut butter. Then he quickly ran into the jungle.
Seth circled around to their encampment. He slowly crept up behind a tree. Luckily Charlie was facing him and Claire was leaning on her makeshift bed. Seth frantically waved at his musician friend. The small man looked confused for a second. Then the bookstore worker quickly put his finger over his mouth and waved for him to come into the jungle. Charlie then stood up, brushing the sand off his thighs. “I’ll be right back, Claire, “ he said, “I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Okay,” she said, a little confused about the abruptness of it.
Charlie scooted a bit then ran off into the jungle. He quickly met up with Seth by the giant palm tree. Seth was practically biting his fist, trying to keep from laughing so Claire couldn’t hear him. The short man slapped his friend on the arms. “What is your malfunction?” he whispered, “Why don’t you want Claire to know you are back here?’
“Cause a surprise isn’t a surprise unless it works.” He said, holding the tubes of peanut butter to him.
“Bloody hell, “ Charlie whispered, “Where did you get these?”
“Don’t worry about that. You go give them to Claire for her birthday.”
Charlie gasped, “Wha?”
“It’s what you wanted, right bud? Something to give for her birthday?” Seth smiled.
“Oh, Seth . .these . . .I couldn’t. You should do it.”
Seth patted him on the shoulder. “Charlie, this is what Claire wants and I know how much it would mean if you got her something. Go ahead, my friend.”
Charlie slowly smiled and then shook his hand. “Seth, I owe you one.”
“Go on,” he shoved him off.
Charlie ran back to the beach area. Claire had already begun to writer in her diary. The musician slowly got his knees, with his hands behind his back. “Claire?” he asked.
“Yeah, Charlie?” she smiled.
“Happy Birthday.” He said, holding the peanut butter to her.
Claire looked at them confused. When she realized what they were, she gasped with an open mouth. Seth watched the whole display from behind the tree, laughing to himself. The Australian woman looked up at Charlie and could barely talk. “Charlie . .wha” she stuttered,” Where did you get these?”
“Magic.” He grinned.
Claire then leaped up, grunted from her pregnancy. She immediately embraced the short man. Charlie returned the hug gladly. He gave a thumbs up to Seth behind the tree. Seth returned the gesture of friendship and began to walk away.
He decided to let Charlie have his moment. He did indeed earn it.
Shanna made her way down to the beach and toward the water. A few people were already up and mulling about. The redhead squeaked a little at the feel of the cold water. She continued out until she was knee deep. Shanna soaked up the soap into her palms and then rubbed it onto her face. Back home she would have had a rag so she had to make due here. After scrubbing vigorously for a few minutes, she cupped some water into her hand and splashed it onto her face. She smiled, sighing. She already felt great.
Shanna stepped out onto the sand and picked up her towel. She gently blotted the water out of her face. “HEY!!” someone screamed.
The redhead froze. She slowly removed the towel and found a slightly overweight man walking toward her. He worn pale shorts, a yellow shirt and a hanker-chief tied around his neck. He was pointing toward her lower body. “Where did you get those boxers?” he demanded.
“I’m . . sorry?” Shanna said, confused.
“Those boxers you are wearing, “the man pointed, “those look like mine! Where did you get them?”
“I found them.”
“From where? A black suitcase?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Oh, you don’t remember,” he stepped closer, “I’ve dealt with kids all my life, girl. I can tell when someone is lying.”
“Even if they were your boxers, they are mine now.” Shanna said firmly.
“Is that right?” he gritted his teeth.
“Yeah, it is right.” Seth said, behind them.
The man turned around and Shanna breathed a sigh of relief. Seth walked down to the beach to join them, wearing just his pants. The young man looked at the older man. He then stood next to Shanna. “She DID find those boxers.” Seth pointed out, “Whether they were yours or whether they weren’t is irrevelant. She’s had those things for over 25 days or so. If they were yours, you lost them by default.”
“What is your name, boy?” the man demanded.
“You tell me your name, butt-munch, and I’ll tell you mine.” The bookstore worker smiled.
“Leslie Artz.” He said.
“Seth Butler, please ta meet ya.”
“Well, Seth, I know for a fact that those are my boxers, and I want them back.”
“Then I would have to kick your ass,” He said in all seriousness, “You want a black eye over a pair of boxers?”
“Those are mine.” Artz demanded.
“Well, let’s see,” Seth slowly walked behind Shanna, gently touching her shoulder, “Sorry.”
She slowly lifted one flab from her behind. Shanna didn’t move; just stood there, trying not to squeak. Seth slowly walked around her, checking all the flaps on the rim of the boxers. “Nope, nope, and nope.” He whispered.
“What?” Artz asked.
Seth turned around and smiled, “I don’t see your name on it.”
Artz scoffed at him and then turned around, walking away and grunting curses. He realized it was going to go no where. Seth slowly turned around and looked at Shanna. She smiling slightly, trying not to laugh. The young bookstore worker and his redheaded friend both knew Artz name and that the fact was SHE WAS wearing his boxers. Seth pointed to the right and they started to walk away from where they were standing. Shanna looked back, and then tried to keep from giggling. “Oh, my god, “she laughed, “I am wearing that man’s underwear.”
“So that is Mr. Artz, the stud with all the gum,” Seth snickered, “I am SO disappointed.”
“You are so bad.” Shanna hit his arm.
“Not to mention the crazy fact that he is still alive,” he laughed, “How will Mia react when she learns that Artz is alive and she is holding his money?”
“He’s a teacher?” they continued to talk, “Does he also know that the necker-chief went out with Fred and the Scooby gang?”
“Yeah, Zoinks, yo.” Seth giggled.
Shanna enjoyed their little laughter. As she walked back to the encampment, Seth grabbed his shirt. He put it on, and looked around. He looked back at little encampment for Charlie and Claire. They were talking about a few things. Seth then quickly reached into his bag and grabbed four tubes of the squeezable peanut butter. Then he quickly ran into the jungle.
Seth circled around to their encampment. He slowly crept up behind a tree. Luckily Charlie was facing him and Claire was leaning on her makeshift bed. Seth frantically waved at his musician friend. The small man looked confused for a second. Then the bookstore worker quickly put his finger over his mouth and waved for him to come into the jungle. Charlie then stood up, brushing the sand off his thighs. “I’ll be right back, Claire, “ he said, “I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Okay,” she said, a little confused about the abruptness of it.
Charlie scooted a bit then ran off into the jungle. He quickly met up with Seth by the giant palm tree. Seth was practically biting his fist, trying to keep from laughing so Claire couldn’t hear him. The short man slapped his friend on the arms. “What is your malfunction?” he whispered, “Why don’t you want Claire to know you are back here?’
“Cause a surprise isn’t a surprise unless it works.” He said, holding the tubes of peanut butter to him.
“Bloody hell, “ Charlie whispered, “Where did you get these?”
“Don’t worry about that. You go give them to Claire for her birthday.”
Charlie gasped, “Wha?”
“It’s what you wanted, right bud? Something to give for her birthday?” Seth smiled.
“Oh, Seth . .these . . .I couldn’t. You should do it.”
Seth patted him on the shoulder. “Charlie, this is what Claire wants and I know how much it would mean if you got her something. Go ahead, my friend.”
Charlie slowly smiled and then shook his hand. “Seth, I owe you one.”
“Go on,” he shoved him off.
Charlie ran back to the beach area. Claire had already begun to writer in her diary. The musician slowly got his knees, with his hands behind his back. “Claire?” he asked.
“Yeah, Charlie?” she smiled.
“Happy Birthday.” He said, holding the peanut butter to her.
Claire looked at them confused. When she realized what they were, she gasped with an open mouth. Seth watched the whole display from behind the tree, laughing to himself. The Australian woman looked up at Charlie and could barely talk. “Charlie . .wha” she stuttered,” Where did you get these?”
“Magic.” He grinned.
Claire then leaped up, grunted from her pregnancy. She immediately embraced the short man. Charlie returned the hug gladly. He gave a thumbs up to Seth behind the tree. Seth returned the gesture of friendship and began to walk away.
He decided to let Charlie have his moment. He did indeed earn it.
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