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// Not So Happy Camper Pt.2 
// Story: Summertime Romance 
// by Nightlock106 
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	I sat my suitcase down next to the door and stared at her blankly. She was sitting on her bed reading what appeared to be an orchestra magazine. She had long, flowing black hair that anyone would want to run their fingers through. Deep violet eyes that looked deeper than the oceans themselves. She was everything you could possibly want in a girl. She looked at me for a moment, our eyes meeting for a brief second before I shyly looked down to the ground, hoping she didn't notice my staring.
I shuffled my feet and hid my arms behind my back, a faint blush coming across my face, "H-Hello. My name is Vinyl Scratch."
The girl slipped a bookmark into the magazine and closed it, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Vinyl. I'm Octavia Melody. It is a pleasure making your acquaintance." She held out her hand to me. I stumbled a bit as I walked towards her, my legs seeming to turn into jello beneath me. I reached out my now trembling hand and grasped hers, her skin feeling smoother than it looked.
"So, I'm guessing that by your name you're the daughter of the owners of this camp?" My voiced trembling with every word.
"You guessed right," I could tell by the way she was looking at me, my nervousness was more than obvious. "Are you alright?"
"Me...hehe...I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me."
"If you say so," she picked her magazine back up and continued reading.
"So what are you reading exactly?"
"It's the latest issue of Violinist Quarterly. There's an article in here about the latest scandal between Alberto Von Ramirez and Kathryne Balderas."
"Who?"
"The two best violinists in the country. Rumors say that they are expecting a child together, even though they supposedly aren't even dating."
I shrugged, "If you say so."
She looked at me inquisitively, "I take it you're not a big fan of classical music."
"Not really, I mostly prefer electronic music, alternate rock, and nu metal."
"Interesting."
"What?"
She waved her hand in the air dismissively, "It's nothing."
"You just said that like it was a bad thing. Do you have something against the kind of music I listen to?"
"It's not the music at all, it's the people who listen to it."
"And what's wrong with the people who listen too it," my nostrils started flaring at what I was hearing form a girl that I just met.
"For one thing, they are loud and extremely obnoxious, always causing whatever trouble that they could dare think of. Another reason is that they are some of the most rude people to ever exist, only caring for themselves and not giving a damn about anyone else. And finally, they just cannot seem to get any type of grasp on the real world, they are too wrapped up in the psychotic chaos in which they dwell in. Does that answer your question, because I could keep going if you want me to?"
I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Do people really think that way about the people who listen the the music I listen to? Do they really see us as rude, obnoxious, trouble causing teens who need to grow up? This couldn't possibly be true. I grew up listening to that type of music all my life, and I turned out just fine. I've had no troubles with the law, I've keep good grades in school, I made it one of my priorities to help anyone who needs it, and I make sure that I'm not bothering anyone when I'm doing anything. So how on earth could I possibly believe anything she just said.
For a moment I thought about punching her in the face repeatedly until her nose was nothing but dust, I even had my fists clenched tightly ready to do so. But then I thought about what my mother had told me when I was little, Vinyl, if your ever plan on hurting anyone in your life, you would have to have a good reason to do so. Otherwise, you'll end up getting into a lot of trouble you don't want to be in. I relaxed my fists and let my hands fall back to my sides. Not wanting to piss myself off any further, I turned around and stomped back to the door, yanking my suitcase from where it was sitting and tossing it onto the empty bed hard enough to cause it to move up against the wall.
Octavia just stared at me, stunned by what she had just seen, "I didn't mean to offend you, but that is how I feel about that."
I walked out of the cabin and made my way back to the center of camp, my footsteps still beating heavily beneath me. The other campers were gathering around in the center of camp once again, signalling that an important announcement might be going on right now. I tried to relax myself as I made my way into the crowd, only getting angrier as I saw Octavia already standing there. HOW THE FUCK IS SHE THAT FAST?! She smiled and waved at me. I just ignored her and walked to the opposite end of the crowd as far away from as possible, people complaining as I accidentally stomped on their toes. I managed to find a less crowded spot in the crowd and I jammed myself in, feeling a little bit more than claustrophobic, but it was better than anywhere else in the crowd. How anyone finds this comfortable is beyond me. Everyone stood there for a few minutes before Mrs.Melody took her spot behind the podium.
"May I have everyone's attention?" she announced, holding a clipboard in the air for emphasis. Everyone in the crowd fell silent, "Now, I hope everyone is all settled in your cabins and have become somewhat acquainted with your roommates, because they will be your partners in our activities for the next three months."
Are you fucking kidding me? You mean I have to be stuck with that stuck up bitch for the next three months. Why don't you just put a knife through my heart and get it over with.
"Today is a very special day. Every year here at CCL we like to have a huge welcoming party for all of our new campers. However, everyone here will each be in charge of different tasks to help us all get set up for this party, some of you will be preparing the foods, others setting up decorations, setting up games, and making the music playlists. Since we have two hundred campers, we will be dividing you each into large groups so we can get everything done on time, though some groups will be larger than others so don't expect there to an equal amount to people for each group. In order to determine which group you will be in, you will all draw a ticket from a hat that Mr.Melody will be walking around with. Each ticket is a different color. There are 60 red tickets for people to help prepare food, 70 blue tickets for people to set up the decorations, 68 pink tickets for people to set up the games, and 2 gold tickets for people to make the party's music playlists. So, without further ado, I'll let Mr.Melody begin handing out tickets."
With that Mr.Melody began walking around with a small top hat. In my mind I was hoping to get a gold ticket, but also hoping that Octavia doesn't get the other one. I began to fidget around where I was standing, looking around to see who might already have the gold tickets. So far, neither one of them had been drawn from what I could see, which meant that either they were still in there, or they were already taken. It didn't take too long before Mr.Melody got to me. He held out the top hat and I reached inside fumbling for what I was hoping to be a gold ticket. I pulled my hand out as soon as I grabbed a ticket, yanking it out as quickly as I could. I looked down at my closed fist, watching at it shook in front of me. I began to pray that it was the gold ticket. I closed my eyes and opened my hand. Nervously, I opened my eyes and looked down at my hand and began hopping up and down with joy.
"So, looks like you and I are going to be working on the music together. How lovely. Just make sure not to go overboard with the electronics," chimed an all too annoying voice.
FUCK MY LIFE!
I trudged back to the cabin, hardly even taking the time to even lift my feet. Out of all the people I could be paired with, it had to be her. What did I ever do to deserve this hell? I finally made it to the cabin and miserably opened the door, letting out a long sigh of exasperation. I walked over to my bed, my foot steps quickly clicking against the wooden floor. My suitcase was now laying on the floor next to the bed, probably having been knocked off by it's own momentum when I threw it. I lugged it back up on the bed and slowly opened the front pocket and removed my laptop. I opened it up, being greeted by it short bell like tone as the screen lit up.
"So, what are you going to be picking for the party?" asked a voice coming from the door.
I looked up and then looked back down, not wanting anything to even do with her, "I'm not sure yet, but knowing you so far, you're going to hate all of my options."
"I already told you, I don't have anything against the music, it's just the people who listen to it."
"Whatever, just get your ass over here so we can get this shit done with."
Her mouth hit the floor and bounced up hard enough to give her whiplash, "WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, would you please get your gluteus maximus over here so we can get this defecated waste done with."
"Are you mocking my vocabulary usage?"
"You tell me, I'm just making my question more polite."
She stomped her way to my bed and flopped down with enough force to lift me a couple of inches into the air, "Just because you're angry with me, it doesn't give you the right to mock me."
"Whatever, let's just hurry and get this done before the party starts without us."
"Fine, let's see what you got on here."
I began scrolling through all the songs that I had on my lap top, occasionally getting small ticks of disapproval every now and then. Though there were times when she'd openly complain about a certain song, she would agree to have it in the list. And finally, after what felt like years, we managed to scrape up a decent list of songs for the party.
"Are you ready to get it all hooked up?" she asked exhausted.
"As ready as I'm ever going to be."
We gathered up my lap top and a few chords to get everything hooked up to the speaker system and made our way back to the center of camp. It was already getting to be sunset by the time everyone started the final touches on everything. People were scrambling this way and that in order to make sure everything was perfect. The food was set up along the left end of the massive courtyard, for games we had corn whole, bobbing for apples, ring toss, and other typical camp games, the decorations were simple and not too flashy, just some ribbons and balloons here and there, and at the center of it all, was a massive surround sound speaker system with enough bass to knock everyone to there knees.Octavia and I managed to get everything set up as Mrs.Melody stepped back up to the podium.
"Good job everyone, you all did an outstanding job getting everything set up and ready to go. So, let's get this party started," she waved her hand over to me and Octavia, signaling for us to start the music.
I cranked up the volume on the speakers and clicked on the playlist for it to start. Immediately, people began to go wild and enjoy themselves. Most started heading for the buffet table before it all gets cleaned out.
"You wait here, I'm going to get us some food before it's all gone. What would you like me to get you?" Octavia asked as she turned to face the buffet table.
"A couple of hot dogs with ketchup, mustard, and chili if they have any, some potato salad, and a glass of fruit punch to drink."
"Okay, I'll be right back," She stumbled her way through the crowd to get to the table. After about ten minutes she finally returned with two plates of food, setting mine on the small stand next to me. "They were all out of potato salad so I got you some loaded potato skins, if that's alright with you."
"It's cool. Hey, I'm sorry about earlier."
"You mean about mocking the way I talk?"
"That, and the fact that we got off on the wrong foot. I shouldn't have gotten so angry over one little opinion. It only makes me look like a real jerk."
"Apology accepted. How about after the party we get to know each other a little better?"
"Sounds like a plan to me," I picked up my plate and began chowing down on my hot dogs, finishing them off in about a minute.
"Someone sure was hungry," Octavia laughed.
I grinned slightly and started working on the loaded potato skins, finishing them off just as fast as I did the hot dogs. I looked over at Octavia, who had a shocked look on her face. She was barely half way through her first dog and I was already done with my food.
I giggled slightly and patted her on the shoulder, "So Tavi, can I call you that?"
"It's fine with me."
"Cool, so how about you and I go hit some games."
"Sure, but let me finish eating first," she kicked her eating into high gear, or at least high gear for her, and finished eating in about five minutes. "So, what do you want to do first?"
"How about the three legged race?"
"Alright then."
We made our way to the three legged race where there was already a long line of people waiting to race. Luckily the line was moving fast and we were up at the starting line in no time. I picked up the rope and Tavi tied it around our ankles. We struggled to get used to it at first, but got the hang of it by the time we got to our spot on the starting line.
"Ready...Set...GO!!"
Everyone began bolting towards the finish line, tripping over one another as they forgot to keep in sync with their partners. About halfway near the finish line, my foot got snagged on a rock and I fell face first on the ground, with Tavi falling right next to me. From behind me, I heard a faint cracking sound as my foot twisted to the left. My blood churning scream could be heard a mile away and everyone stopped dead in their tracks.
Mrs.Melody and three other people ran up to me, "Are you alright, Vinyl?"
"No, I think I broke my ankle."
"Can you move it?"
"I think so," I tried to turn my foot to the right, but the pain kept me from even making the slightest twitch.
"Octavia, untie yourself quick and go get Nurse Redheart."
Tavi reached around her body and quickly untied herself and began racing off to the nurse's office. A quick moment later, she and Nurse Redheart were by my side. They carefully turned my over and lifted my leg. Nurse Redheart began to feel up and down my left ankle, causing to hurt more.
"Well, nothing's broken. It's just a sever sprain. I'll just wrap your leg up and suggest that you stay on crutches for the next week or so in order to prevent any further damage," she reached into her small medical bag and pulled out a roll of elastic cast and began to wrap it tightly around my foot.
"I'll take you back to the cabin," Tavi said as she and Nurse Redheart got me up from the ground
"Thanks Tavi."
We slowly made our way back to the cabin and got me into bed.
"Don't worry about your stuff, I'll bring it back here after the party's over. Just get some sleep and I'll see you in the morning."
"Thanks again for the help Tavi, goodnight."
"Goodnight," she shut off the light and closed the door behind her.
I laid my head back onto my pillow, letting sleep quickly take me into it's open arms.