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Here's chapter 28 y'all. And School starts next Tuesday. I haven't read A Separate Peace yet. I need to be doing it!

Chapter 28

I was pacing in my cabin, trying not to be nervous. Trying not to read more into Fabio's comment than he'd meant.

After I'd whispered my cabin number into his ear, he'd grinned an winked at me. Then he'd stood up, announced that he'd see everyone at nine in the morning, and left.

I'd checked me watch, finished my margarita, danced with Hawk again, declared myself wiped out from such a busy day, and returned to my cabin.

I was light-headed from the margaritas, and really wishing that I hadn't had quite as many to drink. The temptation to simply lie down and take a quick nap was so great

I dabbed my special love potion cologne that I'd bought in St. Thomas behind my ears, on my wrists, and at the hollow of my throat. I brushed my teeth and gargled.

I turned down the bedspread, decided that was too blatant an invitations, and remade the bed.

He was coming to discuss a picnic. What was there to say about a picnic? Discuss the food? Exactly where to have it? What kind of blanket to sit on?

I tightened my hands into fists, and tried not to get too excited. But it was almost impossible. This could be it. This could really be it.

Fabio and I had clicked from the beginning. He was cute. There was a romantic aspect to getting involved with a crew member. Didn't it happen in the movies all the time?

I knew Fabio probably wasn't supposed to take an interest in the passengers, but when you were soul mates-

The phone rang, nearly giving me a heart attack. I snatched it up. "Hello?"

"Hi, Kendall, it's Mom."

I sat on the bed, wishing I had't picked up the phone, but I'd thought maybe it was Fabio. "Mom. Hi."

"I haven't heard from you so I thought I'd check in. You're hard to find, though. You never seem to be in your cabin."

"I'm usually out having fun, Mom."

"I'm glad to hear it. What have you done?"

I rolled my eyes. Her timing couldn't have been worse. I really wanted to be psyching myself up for Fabio's arrival. Still, I couldn't be rude to my mom. "I've snorkeled and shopped and many thinks, Mom. And I have pictures so I can show them all to you when we get home."

"Did you want to try to meet up tomorrow-"

"I'd love to Mom, but a group of us have already made plans to go to the Mayan ruins.

"That sounds like fun. I'm glad you've found some friends to hang around with."

A light tapping on the door made me jump as much as a loud bonging would have. "As a matter of fact, Mom, someone is here now so I need to go."

"Okay. Tell James that we say hi. Griffin is having a heard time getting in touch with him as well."

"We're having fun, Mom. I'll check in with you later."

After I hung up, I rushed across the room, and opened the door.

I couldn't stop myself from smiling at Fabio. "Hi."

"Hey." He slipped inside and quickly closed the door. "Didn't want anyone to see me or to get the wrong impression."

"Right. I'm sorry I had to keep you waiting. My mom picked the wrong time to call."

"Is she on the cruise?" he asked.


He glanced around the room. "She's not going to show up here, is she?"

I laughed lightly. "No. She's on her honeymoon. I have this room to myself. Did you want something from the minibar?"

"Yeah, a beer would be nice."

"Okay, sure. Yeah."

I couldn't believe how nervous I was. I had all the lights off except for the lamp by the bed. And it was turned on its lowest wattage. I'd wanted a romantic feel to the room

I took a beer out of the fridge and handed it to Fabio. I wiped my hands on the tightest skinny jeans I could find that I was wearing.

"You changed clothes," Fabio said.

I nodded. "Yeah. I just...I don't know. I just thought I should."

He set the beer aside without even opening it.

"You're nervous," he said quietly.

"I've never had a guy I'm interested in in my cabin before," I confessed.

He smiled. "So you're interested?"

I nodded.

"You can't tell anyone that I was here."

"Oh, I won't," I promised.

"There's all these rules," he said. "No one really pays attention to them. We all break them. As long as we're not caught..."

"I understand," I assured him.

He stepped toward me and took my hands. "It's really hard to when I see a beautiful man, and I know he's untouchable."

I felt the heat burn my face. "I'm not untouchable."

He grinned. "I'm glad."

He kissed me, and I decided that my flirtation skills had definitely improved.

The kiss was hot and slow. It left no doubt in my mind what he wanted, and where this kiss would lead.

A loud knocking had us both jumping apart.

I laughed self-consciously, embarrassed to have reacted as though a gun had gone off in the room.

"I think someone was knowing down the hallway," I said.

He furrowed his brow. "Didn't sound like it was down the hallway. Sounded like it was for here."

"That's impossible."

But the knock came again, and darn it, it did sound exactly like it was-

I spun around. James was standing on my balcony, pressed up against the glass door.

"What the hell?" I muttered.

I charged across the room and pulled open the door."What are you doing? How did you get on my balcony?"

"I climbed over from mine. I didn't figure Casanova here would let you open the door to the hallway."

He strode into my room as though I'd invited him or worse yet, as though he owned it.

"Hey, James," Fabio said. "This isn't what it looks like."

James crossed his arms over his chest. "What exactly is it, Fabio?"

"None of your business is what it is," I said, letting my anger fly. I couldn't believe that he was here, ruining my perfect night.

"Look, Kendall-"

"I know Griffin wanted you to look after me, but I'm not a child. I can make my own decisions."

"Griffin?" Fabio asked.

"And your own mistakes," James said.

"This isn't a mistake," I retorted.

"No? Do you know where he was this afternoon when we were snorkeling? He didn't stay in the water with us. And he didn't leave the water alone."

I felt as thought he'd slapped me. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't I?" He gave Fabio a hard glare. "Tell him, Fabio, or I will. Tell him who you were with. You know how I know who he was with? I just spent thirty minutes consoling her while she cried."

He'd been talking with Lucy the last time I'd noticed him. Lucy who'd been on the excursion with us. I turned to Fabio. "Fabio?"

"Who's Griffin?" he asked.

"My stepdad."

"Not Griffin Arthur," he said.

I nodded. "Yeah. So?"

"Shit." He turned as pale as the underside of a stingray. He looked at James and held out his hands. "I can explain."

I stared at him, feeling a roiling in my stomach. "James's telling me the truth. You were with someone this afternoon?"

"It's a party cruise," Fabio said. "I hang out with singles. Why do you think they're here? Come on. We all want to have good time."

Yes, I'd wanted a good time, I'd wanted to have a fling, but somehow I'd expected more of a commitment from the guy. I didn't want to be like Logan, trying every guy out. I wanted one guy who thought I was special. I thought I was going to bring up the nacho I'd eaten.

"I think you should leave," I said.

"Look, Kendall, I thought you were looking for a happening time. It would have been good; fun. You know, a few laughs. Some good times."

"Just leave."

He took a step back. "You won't say anything to Mr. Arthur, will you?"

"No! I won't say anything to anyone." I was majorly embarrassed, mortified. I didn't want anyone to know how stupid I'd been. It was bad enough that James was going to know.

Fabio shifted his gaze to James. "It's all about good times man. You can understand that."

"I understand that when we dock tomorrow, you better resign, walk off the ship, and not walk back on it. Or I will tell Mr. Arthur."

If looks could kill, I thought the glare Fabio gave James could have stopped his heart.

Fabio spun on his heel, jerked open the door, and stalked out.

I dropped down onto the edge of my bed. "You're not really going to tell Griffin, are you?"

"If I see Fabio on this ship tomorrow evening, I will. Griffin doesn't need a gigolo on his cruise ship."

My head came up. "Griffin owns this cruise ship?"

"Yeah. Why do you think that we're going on a route that's so different from the ones most of the cruise lines take? Griffin customized it for his honeymoon, and extended a special offer to the public. No sense in taking the ship out if you have empty rooms."

I buried my face in my hands, not really caring about Griffin, or his cruise ship, or the route we were taking. All I cared about was that I'd met a guy who'd turned out to be Mr. Wrong.

"I am so embarrassed. I believed Fabio thought I was special."

"You are special." James knelt before me. "Look, Fabio's a player. He played you, Lucy, and no telling how many others on this boat."

I came up off the bed. "We're all players, James."

"Look, Kendall, I know you want something special to happen on this cruise. But not with a guy like Fabio. Any dude at that table tonight would be better than Fabio."

"Only none of those guys at that table tonight created sparks like Fabio did! You just don't get it. You don't know what I'm looking for or what I want. You keep butting in when it's none of your business."

I spun around, giving him my back I felt tears stinging my eyes, and I didn't know hos much longer I could hold on before breaking down completely. "Will you just leave?"

"Are you going to be okay?"

"No, I'm not going to be okay. I feel used. Okay? Are you happy."

"Not particularly. But you would have felt more used in the morning whey you found out this guy put notches on his nautical headboard.."

"Unless I never found out. Then I would have been happy in my blissful ignorance."

"But you deserve better than him."

He left then, and I was alone in a room that seemed suddenly incredibly empty and stank of designer cologne. Oh, gosh, I never wanted to smell this fragrance again. It would always remind me of the night I'd almost been a fool.

Almost been? Who was I kidding? I'd been a fool. Completely.

I went to the bathroom, located the bottle of cologne, tried not to remember how much fun I'd had purchasing it, unscrewed the cap, poured the contents in the toilet and flushed, and dropped the empty bottle in the trash. Probably an overreaction, but I felt like I had to do something.

I caught my reflections in the mirror. With my finger and thumb, I created an L, and pressed it against my forehead.


I walked back into my bedroom turned off the lamp, and curled into a ball on the bed.

I started crying. The tears just welled up from deep inside me. I was such an idiot. This whole trip I'd been so worried about losing my virginity. My obsession had tainted everything. I was such an idiot.

Fabio would have been exactly what I was looking for. A one-night stand. A perfect one-night stand.

Damn James for being right. I would have hated Fabio and myself in the morning. I would have felt empty.

Fun for one night, but when dawn came over the horizon, what would we have had?

Nothing really. Nothing that would have lasted.

I heard a soft knocking on my door. I was going to kill James if he didn't leave me alone.

The knock sounded again.

I forced myself to get out of bed and cross over to the door. I looked out of the peephole. It wasn't James.

I opened the door. "Logan, what are you doing here?"

"James called me. He thought you might need someone to talk to."

I rolled my eyes. "He needs to mind his own business."

"He told me everything. So how are you, really?

"I'll survive."

He held up a white box. On top of it was a brown sack.

"I wasn't sure what your food chock was when you're depressed so I raided Krispy Kreme and the Häagen Dazs shop."

"Doughnuts and ice cream?"

"Yeah, decadent huh? Can I come in?"

I wasn't really in the mood for company, but how could I turn away sympathy food? "Sure."

I stepped back and he came in.

"Should we eat on the deck?" he asked.

"So James can hear us talking? I don't think so."

"Okay, how about here?" He spread a towel on the bed, and put his offerings on it. "Come on."

I sat down, fluffed the pillows behind my back, and pressed up against the headboard. I removed a doughnut from the box. It practically melted in my mouth.

"You know, Kendall, ninety-nine pint nine percent of guys are all jerks. They all just want to get us into bed."

"Supposedly they think about sex, like, once every seven seconds," I told him.

"More like every three seconds. It's the reason it's so hard to have a conversation with guys. They lose their train of thought after three seconds and they're thinking about sex again. And I know, because I've done it."

"You know, Logan, I've been totally insane worrying about being a virgin. I wanted to have a fling with someone I'd never see again, simply so I could get this being a virgin thing over with."

He opened a small tub of ice cream and dipped in a plastic spoon. "Look, Kendall, I'm telling you-as a friend who has been there and done that. It's better when the guy is special."

"Was Tyler special?" I asked.

"Yeah, he was." He popped a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. "I sent him a postcard from Hell."

"What did you write on it?"

"Something original: 'Wish you were here.'" He sighed. "The thing is, Kendall, I really wish he was."

And I wished I could find one guy in this world that I cared about that much.

"I have this stupid list of the things that I wanted to accomplish while I was on this cruise," I told him. "Want to help me revise it?"

He grinned. "Sure!"

+Soak up the rays.

+Shop until I drop.

+Drink margaritas by the pitcher.

+Dance all night.

+Climb a waterfall.


+Kiss MORE cute guys.

+Don't make love

+Don't sleep with a guy for the first time.



Okay guys. It's been a while...a long while. So what've y'all been up to? Don't look at that author's note up there that was written a LONG time ago. I for one, have fallen in love with the Twilight Fanfiction Archive. I don't really know why, but it's good when Bella doesn't exist. Also, if any of you happen to read or have read any Twilight stores, do you know the name of the story where Edward gets turned into a baby and the Cullens raise him, but he gets taken away by shapeshifters because they think the Cullens will try to kill him? Anyway, DID Y'ALL HERE THAT CARLOS IS ENGAGED? WHAT? I haven't been keeping up with the times.