Cold Feet

Gah! I'm really sorry for not up-dating for a while! I've had shit coming at me from left right and centre, but here's a new chapter for you guys! Enjoy and don't forget to R&R

I wasn't talking to them. Any of them. Well. Except for Lieutenant Jones and Webster. And I wouldn't be talking to any of them until they admitted they were being a bunch of massive wankers. Oh well. Too bad for them.

"Beau."

Nothing.

"Beau?"

Still nothing.

"Beau!"

I think anyone should get the idea that you don't want to talk to them, if they call or address you three times and you ignore them every time.

"C'mon, you can't seriously want to ignore me still. Beau it's been a week! An entire week!"

I just carried on reading the latest paper I'd been able to get my increasingly thin hands on.

We'd moved out and were on our way to Bavaria. Considering the time, it was a very smooth road. No lumps, no bumps, just smooth smooth road. There was a hum, as the tyres rolled along the road, and it was nice. A strange, but soothing, nice noise. I'm telling you this, because I fell asleep on George and when I woke up, we'd made a pit stop.

"When did we stop?" I asked Nix, as he came mooching past the truck.

"Just now. Wanna stretch your legs with me?"

"Sure." I shrugged, jumping over the side of the truck.

"So, how's things with you?" Nix asked, as we walked along the side of the road, with a slight incline to the side. We came to a stop, over looking the incline and the meadow at the bottom of the hill.

I kicked a stone, off the ledge, rather casually.

"I'm okay, I guess. You?"

"I got whisky. I'm totally fine."

I nodded, still looking at the meadow below. A little way beyond that, was a little stream, flowing into a small lake.

"How long are we stopping here for?"

"About another hour?" He paused, already knowing my thoughts. "Wanna take a little hiking trip?"

Twenty minutes later, I was stood in the chilly waters, up to my knees. It was a beautiful. I had a moment to think, while the crystal clear water numbed my feet, about all the holidays I'd had with my family, to places like this. Dad would write his books, using the the surroundings as his inspiration for the setting, and then, he'd come and play in the water with me. Mum would sit there, watching us, from afar, never really involved in what games we played. But I was happy. I guess I was happy, because, even though, she never got involved in our tiggy-bob-down games, or water fights, I always knew she was there, and no matter how far away she was, she was always still there, be it a phone call, or just going home to see her.

But as the feeling in my legs and feet lessened, I realised how alone, I actually felt. Sure, I had the guys, and yes, I had Marnie, Charlie and Hazel, but none of them, could ever, give me the love a mother could. A mother's love for her children is unconditional. Lets face it. I was going to fuck up at some point. Hoobs was going to fuck up at some point. We'd both make each other mad, to the point where one of us, isn't really sure we could forgive the other, and maybe would never forgive the other. But a mothers love, stayed with you for all your life. The only time you went without it, is when your mother.. well.. died.. But, it was me who died. Not her.

"Moll, I know, you miss your folks. We're never going to be able to be your mom and dad, but... we love you, all the same."

"I know you do Nix."

"We'll be your foster family."

"That'll do for me."

"My feet, are incredibly cold."

"That's what happens when you stand in a great big pool of melted glacier." Webster retorted, in his oh so comical way.

"You know, me and you.. we're going to fall out." I tried to hide my smile, to no avail.

"Yeah yeah." He grinned back at me.

"I wouldn't be laughing if I were you." Hoobs grumbled.

I shot him a death look and he shut up.

"Yeah that's what I fucking thought!"

"Hey, it's been a god damn week, we've 'accepted' Web, so what the fuck is the problem?!"

"I don't fucking care, if I want to be pissed off, with all of you, I fucking will be!"

"Well that's funny, 'cause it seems like it's just me you're pissed off at."

"Well maybe I am just fucking mad at you!"

"What the fuck for? Huh? What the fuck have I done?"

"You don't have to do anything to piss me off!"

"Oh yeah cause you're so fucking mad all the fucking time! And then you go running to your 'big brothers' and crying and then they all get mad at me!"

"Like you're fucking perfect!"

"I probably am to someone!"

"Well go fucking find them then!"

"Don't worry, I will!"

"Good! And then you can give this to them too!" I yelled, taking off my ring and throwing it at him, before I jumped off the truck and started walking back from where we came from.