Ophelia

Reilly woke them all up at 4:00 am. Ophelia was one of those people that was able to wake right up and do what she had to do, but was cranky for about an hour. They had to bring their gear out for inspection and then Joe was going to show them how to pack it up so it took up minimal room. Orlando carried out his sleeping bag and dumped it on the ground along with his clothes. He was used to waking up at odd hours to film and had a bit of an adreneline buzz going, he was excited about getting underway. He noticed Ophelia's foul mood and completely avoided her; if he was going to share a canoe and a tent with her he wasn't going to start out the day on her bad side. That made him think. Did Brooks even have a good side? He noticed her bent over her clothes sorting them out, ahh... there was her good side, he thought with a smirk, staring at her shaply ass. He noticed she had of three pairs of bikini bottoms and only one pair of underwear.

"Hey Brooks, why do you have so many bathing suit bottoms?" He asked her.

"Bathing suits dry a lot faster than underwear. I can wash these out at night and they'll be dry in the morning. I'll always have clean underwear this way."

"Oh good idea. Did you tell the others that?" He asked her.

"No, I am too much of a bitch to tell them." She shot a dirty look over to Mary. Orlando smiled, something about that bitchiness was appealing to him. Joe approved Ophelia's and Orlando's gear as well as everone elses except Mary's.

"Green, you got to many clothes in here. Get rid of half of it. And what do you need girdle for?" Everyone laughed at Mary's blush.

"Oh how'd that get in there?" She mumbled.

"Ok crew, you get to bring one "luxery" item. It has to be small and can't be too heavy. Decide now what its going to be."

"What are you going to bring Brooks?" Orlando asked.

"A razor, at least I won't have hairy arms or legs." She said with a smile. "You?"

"Hmm... condoms?" He joked. She laughed and said,

"Considering I am the only single female here, those aren't going to get much use. You better bring something else." He smiled a leering smile and said,

"Lubricant?"

"Oh well considering you will be all alone, lubricant just might be what you need." Orlando broke out laughing.

' She's not so bad.' Orlando thought, maybe they could get along.

Eight hours later he was silently cursing her.'How could I have thought she was cool? She is a crazy bitch.' He thought. It had been going well, canoing in realative peace, untill they had hit their first portage. It was a long one 3.7 kms, and most of it was up or down hill. It would be their only portage for the day, when they got to the other side, they would look for a campsite to spend the night. It had all started when they had lifted their canoe onto their shoulders; Brooks was only 5'2" Orlando was almost a foot taller, so all the weight went right onto Brooks' shoulders. She had know it would happen, she had been in that situation before, but it had turned bad when Orlando suggested she switch with Keith and portage the Green's canoe and Keith would take her place.

"I can take it Bloom and I don't need you to look out for me or take care of me. Let's go." She was in the front and she once again set a furious pace.

"Look Brooks, slow down. You're going to get hurt." He said.

"Bloom I have probably portaged more times than you have wiped your ass. Why don't you shut the fuck up and let's get this over with?"

"Fine I will. Why do you have to be such a bloody bitch all the time?" He shouted at her.

"Because I am sick of pretty boys like you thinking I can't pull my own weight." She shouted back, the forest was silent as their screaming had frightened all the nearby animals. She was ruining his trip. He had come here to enjoy nature and to get away from Hollywood. He didn't need her to give him a hard time. Ophelia was having similar thoughts.

'Who the hell did he think he was? She didn't need him to be her hero. She could handle her share of the load. Shit she could do his and her work. Pretty Boy needed to learn a lesson.' She silently said to herself. And she was willing to be his teacher. She just needed to think up something to put him in his place.

They reached the other side of the portage trail. They carefully put the canoe down and Ophelia immediately turned back. There were still their packs to pick up as well as the food and supplies everyone needed. Along the way she got her first look at the trail, she hadn't seen much with the canoe covering her head. Its so beautiful here, she felt her mood lightening, how could she stay mad in paradise? She started to sing one of her favorite songs, "Tainted Love" by Soft Cell. She was a huge 80s music freak; walking along the trail and singing a song was starting to lift her spirits.

She really is crazy. Orlando thought. One moment she is chewing him a new asshole and the next moment she was practically skipping down the trail. He could barely see her up ahead of him but he could hear her. She sang quite well. Not like a well trained professional, but she had raw talent.

"Tainted Love?" He laughed, "I bet all her love affairs have been tainted. She is a real nut job." He was almost at the other side when he noticed he was humming along with her.


They found a campsite and Orlando was stoked by it. "Hey Reilly, do you think its safe to jump off that?" He asked pointing to a cliff about 30 feet high.

"It sure is Bloom, the water is deep and free of rocks there. We camp here almost everytime, but I have very few people willing to jump with me."

"I can't wait. Hey Brooks, you gonna jump?" He said it in a challenging way, almost daring her. She knew he was baiting her, and she was terrified of heights but there was no way she was letting Pretty Boy know that. She would jump.

"Yeah." She answered. He watched her pick up their tent and look for a good spot to start setting it up.

"Want some help?" He asked.

"Sure."

After they set up their tent and rolled out their sleeping bags. They headed for the cliff. Joe and Helen were already there. "The others are still setting up, but Danielle, Tiffany and Noah were all going to jump when they are done. So who's going first?" He looked over to Orlando and Ophelia. Ophelia stripped off her shirt and shorts. Orlando was too stunned to move. She was wearing a black bikini, the bottoms were very small and sat dangerously low on her hips. She had a tattoo on her lower stomach stomach, it was a small black dragon. He fought the overwhelming urge to lean over and lick her tattoo. She smiled and asked,

"Whats the matter Bloom? Scared?" And with that she jumped off the cliff into the water below. He followed her a moment later. They were laughing as they climbed back up.

"That was fucking awesome." Ophelia said. They had made 4 more jumps each when the other showed up. Tiffany chickened out but Danielle and Noah both took several turns.

"I'm going to start dinner. Tomorrow we are going to have to catch fish. So enjoy you last easy meal." Said Helen as she left.

"I'll help you Helen." Ophelia said. And followed her down. "Bloom go collect some wood." She said before she left.

"What a prat, who does she think she is bossing me around?." He asked himself before he obeyed her and started to look around for wood.

That night everyone went to bed early, they were all tired from their first day. It wasn't going to get any easier, but they would get used to it. Ophelia and Orlando made sure they were as far apart as the could get in the small tent. They both said good night and fell asleep almost immediately.


Orlando was waken up in the middle of the night by Ophelia. She was talking in her sleep.

"Ketchup Pudding." She mumbled. He smiled. She was weird.

"Stop eating boogers, Dad." At that one he laughed out loud.

"Captain Feathersword stop tickling my feet." He was covering his face with his sleeping bag to keep from waking her up with his laughing. What was she dreaming about?

"Faster Lando." At that he stopped laughing and leaned over closer to hear what she was saying. Did she say his name? "Mmmm... Lando. Don't stop." Lando? She had never called him anything but "Bloom". Was she dreaming about him? Probably not. She giggled in her sleep

"Spongebob's sexy."

"Damn it". He whispered quietly "Ophelia, its me Lando." He hoped she wouldn't wake up.

"Lando I need more Kool-Aid." she said.

'Kool-aid? She was dreaming about him giving her a nice refreshing drink? Shit.' He layed back down and after some tossing and turning went to sleep.