Well. Since I am still cleaning my room (ahem... it always does seem to take a few days, doesn't it...) there will be no 'real' entry for your reading pleasure. Basically because there is nothing new and fun in my life. Well, other than all the college related stuff, but we won't go there.

Anyways, since I am a good person and know how much my loyal readers love to loyally read my entries, I should hate to leave it at just this. So, if you remember, a few years back (junior year, to be exact) there was a little project we had to do in class. This is English Class, by the way. We were, for all of you who are unfamiliar, given a rather dry story that described just the basic actions and recorded the conversation between Marjorie, Bill, and Nick, and gave basically no feeling/explanations behind them. It was something about Nick and Marjorie breaking up on a fishing picknick.

Anyways, our assignment was to rewrite a part of the story, giving it feeling. This is what my group (sadly, I can't even remember who was in it) came up with.

"No," Nick said, thinking 'I sure hope she leaves the sandwiches here. I know Bill will be hungry.' Marjorie stood up, with hate and anger boiling inside of her. She wanted to Tai-bo him, but managed to control her feelings. She looked at him, though, hoping to burn a hole in his head with her fiery eyes. Nick sat there, trying to avoid her gaze, afraid it would burn a hole in his head.

"I'm going to take the boat," Marjorie called back to him through clenced teeth, at the same time seething with rage at herself for not taking that cow brand she had; she sure felt as if though she could use it right about now-on Nick! With a sudden burst of inspiration, she smugly continued "you can walk back to the point," figuring that this would give her enough time alone with Bill...aka Enrique-I will be your hero baby! This would certainly make her feel better.

"Alright" Nick promptly replied. He'd already decided that, the sooner she left, the more time he would have with Bill. "I'll push the boat off for you."

"You don't need to," she saucily replied.

Nick gazed fondly at the water, all too aware of the fish silently, mockingly laughing at him for not breaking up with Marjorie sooner. But now it no longer mattered; he would have all the time in the world to be with Bill. He was completely unaware of the fact that Marjorie was thinking the exactly same thing. He could hear her rowing on the water, and couldn't help but smile at the thought of Bill eating the sandwiches she'd left unwittingly behind.

He lay there for a long time, wondering where Bill was. He was growing more and more irritated with him, and by the time he'd heard Bill walk into the clearing Nick was already seething with rage. Bill, as if though he could sense this, didn't touch him. He couldn't contain his curiosity, though, and after a few short moments asked "Did she go alright?"

Nick bitterly replied with a short "yes," biting his tongue so as not to say the rest of the sentence: 'but where were you, lover boy? With her?'

Bill was too relieved that Nick wasn't asking him about his whereabouts to notice the red glow of rage surrounding the tense body. Trying to appear as if nothing was wrong, and hoping Nick wouldn't notice anything, he casually asked "Did she make a scene?"

Nick thought back to what had happened earlier that day. Yes, she had made a scene. A big...no, a HUGE scene, and he was very much looking forward to sharing it with Bill. He had imagined them laughing jauntily over the expression of shock and rage on Marjorie's face, and then they would eat some sandwiches. Perhaps later they would have gone fishing... Oh yes, Nick had planned it all out. With through enjoyment. But now all those wonderous plans had gone to dust due to Bill's late arrival. Therefore, he curtly answered "no," not even bothering to look at Bill.

Now growing more and more aware that Nick wasn't acting like his happy old self, Bill began to doubt his well thought out plan. In his mind it had all worked out so well; Nick and Margie would break up, and then there would be less of a chance of him being discovered and more time for him to spend with each of them. But now Nick was being no fun at all, and since he'd just left a brooding Marjorie he needed some quick cheering up. He hadn't imagined it would be like this-for almost two weeks Marge had been complaining about Nick and for two and a half he about her. He didn't understand why a small matter like breaking up would seem to be causing them this much pain, it didn't make any sense at all. So, after a few moments of looking quite very and thoroughly confused, Bill decided to try again. He went over to Nick and tenderly touched his shoulder.

To Bill's great surprise, Nick recoiled as if from a vile and venomous animal. There were now thoughts of self-doubt racing through his tired mind. Nothing had gone as he'd thought. He'd never even imagined that he would miss Marjorie, she was always so annoying and bossy. Even though he had, in a sense, been her teacher, she always acted as if she knew everything, and every time he tried to joke around about it she would nearly burst into tears. She was too proud, too bratty, and too emotional, and yet he missed her...

Bill, on the other hand, was perfect. He knew what to say, what to do... Nick still remembered that fateful night two and a galk weeks ago. Bill had sang to him-that Enfiques song... the "I will be your hero, baby" one, and from that moment on they were inseparable. But it was just for fun; they never did anything more than sing to each other and make jokes about Marjorie. He never intended it should go this far, and as Bill touched his shoulder he couldn't help the cold chill running down his spine as he drew away.

When he next spoke, Nick's voice had a tone of helpless desperation. He passionately whispered, his feelings battling inside of him, "Go away Bill. Can't you just leave me alone?" All the excitement of earlier had left him, and he no longer understood any of it.

Bill looked at him for a few moments, trying to silently evaluate his next move. He could no longer comprehend what was going on-the game seemed to have slipped away from him. 'Yes,' he thought to himself, 'love... it is but a game, a game... and what else? Merely a game with many players. But then why am I not having fun?' He had no answer for that. He only knew that he was hungry, and home was far away.

Deciding to make as quick a etaway as possible, Bill looked around savagely, as if in search of some excuse written upon the air. And then he saw them-the Sandwiches! His eyes lit up, and drool began to form at the corners of his mouth. He was no longer concerned with Nick or Marjorie, or with the lake, or the laughing fish. None of it existed, the sandwiches were now his world. Slowly, he skulked to them, and then, after craftily taking one, sneakily slipped back into the shadows whence he came, leaving a weeping Nick laying face down on the blanket.

And the fish laughed their silent laugh.

P.S. There was a huge storm, and Marjorie drowned, and then Nick killed himself too. Bill, after eating his sandwich, found true love with the fish that had previously been Billy Budd's lover. (Bill, Billy...coincidence? Well, no. Bill was billy in his previous life; that's why the fish fell in love with him. Duh.)

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