#chavery

@chavery

dani stands just beyond the porch of meadowlark cabin, squinting up at the roof. the sun has just set, and it’s free time -- many people are out enjoying the weather, though she knows there are probably still girls inside the cabin, hanging out or showering or going to bed early. still, the lowest part of the roof is over here, and she doesn’t want to risk doing her first test run ( or, more accurately, test jump ) on a higher section. 

besides, avery and sera are off somewhere, so she won’t get a better chance. she bounces a few times on the balls of her feet, testing her leg muscles. she’s never jumped so high on purpose before -- it’s only ever happened on accident when she gets surprised and suddenly finds herself clinging to a high-up branch of a tree. she figures now’s as good a time as ever to figure out if she can do it on purpose, though. what’s the worst that’ll happen? she’ll jump a normal height and flail about before falling on her ass. and besides, it’s not like there’s anyone around to see her. 

taking a deep breath, she takes several steps back from the cabin, focusing her sight on the spot she wants to be: the edge of the roof. without giving herself time to second-guess, dani bursts into a sprint -- and her sprints are very fast -- and in barely a second she’s planting her feet and springing into the air. 

she doesn’t completely clear the roof -- she didn’t really expect to -- but she does manage to grip it. her legs and body continue moving forward and slam into the wood of the cabin wall, and she winces, both at the pain and the strain of holding herself up on a gutter. she pulls herself up quickly, not trusting the integrity of the gutter to hold her weight for long, and soon sits on the edge of the roof, her legs dangling over the side as she grins proudly out at the campground below her. 

Sera stops staring at the mess and goes slightly slacked jawed at her senior counselor’s response. “Ok, while that is a big mood, I don’t think nearly setting the kitchen ablaze trying to cook for our cabin has anything to do wi- well actually I guess being able to cook is part of being a functioning member of society. It’s uh well mannered that you tried though?” The last part is more of a question than a reassuring statement. Sera came into the cafeteria to grab a nice cup of coffee to try and compensate for the little rest she got last night. What she didn’t expect to find was a plume of black smoke from one of the stove tops and a very frightened Avery. One pot lid later and here they are, looking at a horribly burned.. something. She’s not quite sure what is sitting in the pan. “Well, i think we have enough time to whip something else up.” Sera can probably keep this from happening again. Probably.

@chavery

no sleep for twelve hours. the nurse’s orders are damning for lana, whose exhaustion permeates through her bones after her long day. the wound on the back of her head throbs dully now, a constant ache even after all the advil she’s taken. the dizziness is still bothering her, too, and she moves more slowly than usual, running one hand along walls and railings as an extra source of balance. 

she wanders into the kitchens -- her counselors gave her approval to chill in the common areas for the night, since she isn’t allowed to sleep and doesn’t want to bother her sleeping cabinmates. she doesn’t know if she’s technically allowed in the kitchens, but she’s sick of sitting on the couch, and both reading and netflix are only worsening her headache. 

Today was a day that Chey had been planning for months. It was her girlfriend's birthday and there was no way that she was going to let the pass without letting Avery know how much she loved her. The past few months were spent in different stores, trying to find something that Avery would like. It was harder than it sounded. Chey had always been a thoughtful person and that part of her always became more prominent when she was buying gifts for people she cared about. Her glance slowly wandered to the table to wrapped presents in front of her. She was happy with the items she'd picked out for Avery and hoped she'd like them too. The thing about Chey's gift giving was that, if she was looking for a gift for you -- she couldn't stop at one gift. If there was something she predicted that you'd like, she was going to buy it without a second thought. And, that was that. Weird, but people always seemed to appreciate it.

Grabbing her phone from the table, she sent a quick text to Avery. "Stay out of your dorm room for like the next hour." She pursed her lips together after a moment before sending another text. "I love you," she quickly typed out before pressing send and putting her phone into her purse. Glancing back down at the table, she exhaled before walking into her kitchen to grab a gift bag she could put the presents into. She returned to the living room after a moment and placed all of the wrapped presents into the gift bag before taking it and walking towards Avery's dorm room. 

In the middle of her journey to Avery's room, Chey received a call from the bakery. "Cheyenne?" The woman asked.

"Chey," she replied as if it were a reflex.

"My apologies. I was calling to inform you that everything has been delivered to dorm room 04 at Dalgaard and is ready for setup."

Nodding her head, Chey smiled. "Thank-you. Have a good day," she replied cheerfully before hanging up on the woman when she reached the front door of Avery's dorm room. She slowly opened the door before stepping into Avery's empty dorm room. "Perfect," she whispered before walking towards the kitchen counter and placing all of her things onto it. She looked back at the kitchen table where the cake pop stand sat with an seemingly endless number of cake pops.

After setting up the cake pop stand, she looked back at the presents that sat on the kitchen counter. "Hm," she wondered curiously, a smile pulling at her lips as she walked towards them. Picking up the bag, she began to walk around Avery's dorm room and distributing the presents into different places. When she finally hid the last present, she couldn't help but feel proud of herself. Clapping her hands together, she cheered softly to herself.

It had been a week since Chey got Avery back. And, in that single week, Chey had felt happier than she had ever felt before. To her, it didn't even matter that they were stuck in a depressing hospital room. It just mattered that they were able to spend time with each other. Despite Avery's eagerness to get out of the hospital, Chey liked to think that they at least had some fun in each other's presence. She was just glad that Avery was no longer in pain. Then, it was easy to ignore the words exchanged before they arrived at the hospital. But, now, sitting her in her dorm room, Chey couldn't get the words out of her mind. I love you, she thought to herself. Soon, the expression on Avery's face when Chey replied with silence popped into her mind. Sighing, she mentally slapped herself. "You're such an idiot," she mumbled softly before walking to the fridge to get a couple of bottles of water out of the fridge and placing them on the counter.

As she began to search for a tray to carry all of the food on, she pulled out some snacks she knew Avery would like. Cookies, cupcakes, chips. When she finally found a tray, she placed all of the food onto it. Picking up the tray, she walked over to the living room and placed the tray onto the coffee table. On her way back to the kitchen her eyes shot into her bedroom. It was a bit of a mess. Biting her bottom lip, she quickly walked into her bedroom and tidied up a little. Chey wasn't exactly one of the cleanest people to live with, but she wasn't anything like the people on "Hoarders." Smiling slightly at that thought, she walked over to the puppy on her bed. "Hi, baby," she mumbled before petting Roscoe. "A pretty girl is coming over to day, so, you need to be on your best behavior, okay?" This question earned a nod and bark from Roscoe. Giggling softly, she nodded, "thank-you."

Avery gently fixed the pillow that had fallen off the couch. She had a habit of nervously fixing up everything in her place to perfection when someone was about to visit. She'd planned to hang out with Chey earlier and she was about to come over. Jayme wasn't home, to Avery's relief, so nobody else would be wit them. Her wolf and dogs were outside with the wolf pack, so it was just Avery and her two cats for the time being. 

She layed out some food and a few bottles of Corona she'd found in the fridge as she nervously checked her text for any updates from Chey. Avery was nervous, and she didn't know why. She had a weird feeling in her stomach that something big was about to happen tonight, but she couldn't decide if it was going to be good or bad. All in all, she tried to push her nerves down as she walked into her room to take one last look at herself in the mirror. Maybe the dress was a bit too much, after all, it was only Chey.

Avery quickly shooed her animals off the couch, replacing them with blankets and ignoring their looks of annoyance. Chey would be over any minute now, and she didn't want the place to look like the complete mess it did. She checked the fridge for the right kind of food, laid out some movies on the table, biting her lip back as she looked over her living room, hoping that it didn't look like too much of a mess. She gave her kitten, who was now jumping around with Celia's kitten who Avery had picked up earlier, a quick pet on the head as she waited for Chey to come over.

God, poor Chey. Avery knew how much that hurt and it pained her to know Chey was going through the same thing. But at least she wouldn't be alone like Avery had been. Avery'd be there to prevent her from doing anything stupid in grief like she had. Chey meant the entire world to Avery, and she couldn't bear to witness something like that happen to her. She literally shook with anxiousness as she waited for her friend to arrive, her animals were eyeing her with suspicion.

"That's not a chew toy," Avery yelped at her wolf, as she dived and pulled out her small stuffed dog from her wolf's mouth. "Don't hurt him." She pouted and threw him lightly on the couch, giving Lupis a warning glare just as there was a light knock on the door.