Greetings and welcome to 'The Great Outdoors' my first actual fic in quite some time. Yes well, I'll leave the big author's note till the end, disclaimer time:
I own nothing, nor do I prophet from taking time out of my day to write this, so bleh.
Chapter One:
Of bedroom battles, boxers, and backseats
Oh, the great outdoors. The sunshine, the little woodland creatures, the solitude, and most importantly, the lack of a general population that may or may not want to accuse you of having magical powers, strap you down to a table and do a little poking around in the general kidney area. Ouch.
It was thinking along these lines that Caleb Danvers decided that he and the rest of his 'brothers' deserved a well earned break after the banishing of Chase, the black sheep of the Covenant's little family. His mother, Evelyn was the one to suggest the family's cabin up on the coast of New Brunswick for the little get-away.
Needless to say, someone wasn't very pleased with the idea of spending a summer fishing for his supper, smelling like dirt, and going in a hole in the ground. Yup, everyone's favorite bad boy was throwing a nasty little tantrum about the whole thing.
"Nope, no way in hell am I giving up my summer to go off and play Tom Sawyer in some stupid little cabin in another freaking country, nope, no chance," Reid whined, while trying to lock Caleb, Pogue and Tyler out of his dorm room.
Tyler sighed, "Dude, you know that even if you do close and lock the door, I have a key."
Reid paused, mulling this information over. It was all the invitation the rest of the covenant needed to ram the door open, sending Reid flying onto the wooden flooring. With a scowl, Reid hauled himself up onto his bed, swatting away Tyler's hand as he tried to help him up.
"Look," Caleb started, "we all need the break, to get away, to chill on the using so much, and to refocus in case Chase does come back."
All this did was cause Reid to huff, cross his arms and stick out his bottom lip in a rather unbecoming manner. Knowing the look of stubbornness personified, Pogue and Tyler groaned and sat down on Tyler's bed. Oh, they were in for a long night.
After a few solid hours of Caleb and Reid going back and forth, Caleb coming up with reasons why going away would be a good idea, and Reid shooting them down without batting an eyelash, Pogue decided to take matters into his own hands. Slowly, he stood up and stretched his arms above his head, catching everyone's attention. Grinning evilly, Pogue dove at Reid and latched himself onto his arm.
"Okay, here's the deal," Pogue's words were slightly muffled, due to having his face mashed into Reid's shoulder, " 'm noph lebbing go oof your arm 'til yooh 'gree to goong," Tyler sighed, smacking his forehead with his palm, this was getting them nowhere.
Twitching slightly, Reid tried to stand, only to be pulled back down due to the clinger on his arm. Trying a different approach, Reid attempted to shove Pogue off his bed, in hopes that Pogue would release Reid's captured limb to save himself; he didn't. Now on the floor, Reid had one last idea. Glancing mischievously at Pogue, he licked the tip of his pointer finger that wasn't being clung to and shoved it in Pogue's ear with a shout of 'WET WILLY!'
Shocked at this new tactic, Pogue leapt backwards; he hadn't expected Reid to resort to chemical warfare for another couple of hours.
With a shout of joy, Reid started to go for the door, only to be tackled by Tyler, who had seen the wet willy coming the moment he'd seen the gleam in Reid's eyes. Being his roomie for the past couple of years, Tyler had picked up on some of the boyish blonde's trademark looks and gestures, seeing as he had been on the receiving end of many of the attacks.
Becoming once again 'one with the floor' so to speak, Reid huffed and glared at Tyler.
"Traitor," he growled "you're supposed to be on my side, remember?"
Tyler shrugged as he sat on Reid's lower back, "I'm a free agent, and Caleb's paying me big for this one."
"You just want to go play in the woods with the little bunnies and squirrels," Reid stated, "pansy ass."
Of course, Tyler would have responded to Reid's attack on his manhood, if he wasn't blushing a rather nice shade of cherry red.
"Okay, here's the thing," Caleb said, trying one last tactic before probably giving up for the night, "We are all going to the cabin, like it or not, you are coming with us, no matter what excuse you manage to pull out your ass, so please, come your senses and realize that resistance is futile and even if we have to hog tie you and mount you on the hood of Tyler's hummer like a deer, we will not fail in getting you to the cabin, mark my words."
There, finally some ground was made. Reid knew they hadn't been messing around, but Caleb only threatened hog tying when he really meant it, this was getting more intense by the second.
It took five more hours and three more death threats to get Reid to finally agree to go, on the condition that the remaining three boys would refer to him as 'Reid the Great' the entire trip, help him pack all his belongings, give him the best sleeping quarters, and lastly, buy him enough chocolate to keep him happy the whole way there and back. Reid still felt as if he was getting the short end of the stick.
"Ty, have you seen my ducky boxers?" Reid asked, currently digging through a pile of his dirty laundry for the missing underwear.
"Do you think I've seen your ducky boxers Re-" Reid glared daggers in Tyler's direction, "Reid the Great?" He finished lamely, hating Reid and his conniving ways to get an ego boost.
Reid grinned like the cat who ate the canary, "that's better, now, I demand you drop whatever you're doing and find my ducky boxers, because I'm not going without them."
Thinking up ways to 'accidentally' knock Reid unconscious with a wrist watch, rubber band and thumb tack, oh, how Tyler wished he was MacGyver at this moment in time. With a sigh, Tyler went in search of the boxers Reid wanted so much.
Finally, after two whole days of preparing, and packing, and arguing, and unpacking, and packing up again the four were finally ready to hit the road, sorta.
"What d'you mean I'm not driving?!?" Outraged, that was the only way to describe Reid Garwin at this moment in time, utterly outraged, "I always drive, it's, like, a rule or something!"
"You drive when we're getting away from cops, going to Nicky's or are late for an appointment, not when we're carrying all our worldly possessions in the trunk and are driving for miles; you, my good friend, have no concept of conserving gas." Caleb said with a grin, "when stuff like this arises, I drive."
Reid huffed, walking away from the drivers side and over to the passenger side door, only to be stopped by Pogue.
"Oldest in the front, sorry kiddo," it was easy to see Pogue had been waiting to annoy Reid for quite some time, and, boy was he succeeding.
With a scowl permanently set on his features, Reid opened the door to the back seat and stared straight at Tyler, "Uh, you're on the other side," he murmured and slid the door from Reid's death grip, closing it softly.
With a snarl, Reid stomped over to the other door, ripped it open and sat grumpily on his seat, fastening the seatbelt as loudly as he could, and when he was done, glared over at Tyler.
Grinning sheepishly, Tyler grabbed a small book from the pouch on the back of the seat in front of him and said rather quietly "Mad Libs?" Boy, it was going to be a loong ride.
There you have it folks! My first chapter, boy, it's nice to finish this, I have some ideas as to what the boys will face on their perilous, and hopefully funny journey. Please leave suggestions and the like, constantly trying to become a better writer, so criticism is much appreciated (be gentle, I'm easy to scare). Hopefully I'll update with some sort of speed :)
-Sphinxie
I'm also in the market for a beta reader, so if anyone is interested, let me know!
