(AN: Well, it's been a while, hasn't it? Hi everybody! I may have been gone for a two month hiatus, but now I'm back, and lemme just say, get ready for June because I'm gonna post a lot more new content!
Starting off with June, I give you a fic I actually wrote almost two years ago... a Jetorm summer camp AU! This was one of my earliest multi-chapter fics, and I'm not gonna lie, I think I did good for my first try. Now, I will say that because this is my earlier works, this fic... is gonna be a lot more cheesier (in my eyes XD) then some of my latest work now. I edited a LOT of stuff, but that doesn't mean the possible cheesiness isn't gonna be there XD But oh well, there's like only one multi-chaptered Jetorm fic out there, so I might was well make this number 2. And this story, much like Transfer, will be updated every Saturday this summer.
Anyway, before we head on to the fic, a HUGE shoutout to doodle-kitty-cat on tumblr for providing the cover image for this story! I really love how this came out, and I give massive thanks to them! Check out their tumblr if you can! I'd also like to thank Roxy1049 for letting me use the name of one of her Sonic OC's for this story.
So, with that out of the way, let's start off this summer right! I hope you enjoy!)
"Sometimes, I'm blessed with the life I live right now. I have a loving husband, leader of a band of thieves which doubles as an Extreme Gear team, and the assurance that two of the greatest people I know are always with me.
But occasionally, I have to remind myself that it didn't just happen in one day. After thinking about it again, I think its best if I remember how this came to be.
This is the story about my time in Camp Silver Lake, a summer camp, and how my life changed forever the day I met… HIM."
The bus to Camp Silver Lake finally rolled up to the main gates after hours on the road. Several of the boys, kids and teenagers alike, were chattering loudly about their plans during the time they would spend at the popular summer camp.
One of the boys, a fourteen year old green hawk named Jet, watched the wheels of the bus roll on the mud. Since he was ten, his parents (or, father in the present case) sent him to Camp Silver Lake for the summer, and while Jet enjoyed his time there, he was hoping for something different, something to make his time at Silver Lake much more… enjoyable. The last time he had been to Silver Lake, it hadn't been anything to write home about, so Jet had his fingers crossed for something new.
At last, the bus stopped, and the bus driver opened up the door to let the Scoutmaster of the camp, an orange lion, climbed on board.
"Welcome boys, each and every one of you, to Camp Silver Lake, the most popular summer camp here on Mobius! While you're here, I expect all of you to have a great time this summer, because that's what we strive at here at camp. Now, I will give you a few handouts, mainly a map of the area, and your schedule."
The Scoutmaster began to pass out handouts to all the boys on the bus.
"Now, depending on your age, you will be assigned to a certain cabin. For boys ages 6-8, you'll go to Cabin A. For ages 9-11, Cabin B. For ages 12-14, Cabin C. And finally, for ages 15-17, Cabin D. Before you head off however, you need to sign up with the camp counselor you have. You'll see them at a desk with the cabin letter you have. After you've signed up, and arrived at your cabin, pick out an empty bunk. This will be your bed for your time here. The camp counselors shall guide you from there."
"Well, looks like I'm in Cabin C. Hope I get good cabin mates this year," thought Jet. He remembered how last year's cabin mates were very loud and obnoxious, at least, according to the hawk.
"Well, now that you have all your necessities, and now that I've rambled for too long, you're free to go!"
The Scoutmaster walked away as all the boys began to gather their materials and got off the bus in a single file line. Jet took his small little duffle bag as he walked off the bus, smelling the fresh smell of dirt (something the hawk enjoyed). After hours of being cramped up in a bus, the smell of the outside was soothing to Jet. He decided to make a move on, feeling his feathers moving in the soft breeze.
Walking along the dirt path to the center of the camp, Jet looked to the right and saw the bus for the girl's camp pass by (the boys and girls were separated to different camps, their camp being across the large lake). Turning his attention back forward, Jet saw various stalls with the letters A on one, B on another, C on another, and D on the last. Going to C, the hawk waited in line for what seemed like forever.
"Jeez, you guys are slower than my pet rock!" Jet thought to himself.
Since he was the son of the legendary Extreme Gear racer, and thief, Turbulence, the green avian prided on speed quite a lot, as such, being in a line as slow as the one in front of him made Jet wonder about different ways on how to tell people to hurry up.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Jet reached the counter, where a male lynx stood on a chair, holding a clipboard.
"Name?" he asked.
"Jet. Jet the Hawk."
He wrote down his name on the clipboard. "Alright… Jet… I'm Mido. I'm gonna be your camp counselor for your time here at Camp Silver Lake. Let's get my only rule out of the way first: don't cause me trouble and I won't cause you trouble. You got it?"
Jet nodded.
"Good. Anyway, now that you're signed up, head on over to Cabin C," Mido pointed towards the various cabins. "It's over-"
"I was here last year, and the year before that, AND the year before that, AND the year before that. I know my way dude," Jet interrupted. Mido was taken aback.
"Well, looks like I don't need to explain, now do I?" Mido looked cross with the hawk. "Just… go to Cabin C,"
The hawk walked passed Mido as he reached the four main cabins. "Cabin C… Cabin C…" Jet said to himself. He finally found a cabin with a large "C" on the top of the door.
"There we go," Jet smirked as he walked up to the door. He turned the handle and opened it as he saw the various mobian preteens messing around with their moments of freedom.
Avoiding their presence, the hawk found an empty bunk near a few other kids. Laying down his stuff, he lay on his bed and laid his hands on his blue shirt.
"Well, here I am. Time to make this a summer that I'll remember… at least, how am I gonna go about doing that?" Jet said to himself, sighing.
Suddenly, a voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Hey, I haven't seen you around here."
Jet got up and looked to his side, seeing a shark, roughly around the age of thirteen, resting on the edge of his bed.
"I've seen him around here," Jet turned to his other side to see an armadillo with a blue shell behind him.
"Really now? I could have sworn I've seen him a few times, but I'm not sure…" said a brown cat walking over to the shark and armadillo
"Say there, guy," said the shark. "What's your name?"
"Jet. It's Jet," Jet replied. Who were these people and why were they talking to him?
"Jet huh? Cool name. I should introduce you to my friends, shouldn't I? The blue armadillo here? This is Eryx."
Eryx grinned as he waved.
"Anyway, this is Nezbitt," The shark said, pointing at the cat.
"At your service, Mr. Jet," Nezbitt jokingly said.
"And finally, you got me; Duke."
"Duke, Nezbitt, and Eryx… pretty cool names guys. Well, hello to each and every one of you," said Jet, becoming a bit friendlier.
"Say, since we'll be stuck here for a while, how 'bout we become friends? Three can be a crowd, but not for me. More bros to hang out with is always good."
"Well, sure I guess. I mean, I don't really have a lot of friends here, so having some new ones won't hurt."
"Not a social person?"
"I am, just that I don't really talk to a lot of people here. They don't really spark my interest."
"Well, that's changed now. Starting today, you Jet, have joined our squad. Now-"
Suddenly, a bell began to ring, interrupting what Duke was going to say.
"Well, there's the lunch bell," He said suddenly.
"Already? I guess everyone's signed up. That really didn't feel like it lasted long…" Eryx commented.
"Boy, I dunno about you, but I could sure have something to eat. I haven't even had breakfast today," Jet said as he got up, stretching.
Mido came into Cabin C and announced lunch, telling everyone to go to the mess hall. Duke, Nezbitt, and Eryx made their way out of Cabin C as Jet got up from his bunk and followed behind the shark, the cat, and the armadillo.
Grabbing a plate and a bottle of milk, the lunch ladies behind from the counter prepared a sloppy joe and placed it on Jet's plate.
"Look at that, the food doesn't look like crap this year," The green avian thought.
The hawk began to look for a table, turning his head left and right. He did see the table where Duke, Nezbitt, and Eryx were sitting; however the entire table was full. Grumbling, Jet sat at the nearest empty table and began to eat his sloppy joe. After taking one bite however, he heard a gruff, yet croaky voice from behind him.
"Hey, can I sit here? Everywhere else is full."
Jet turned and saw a grey albatross in front of him. Much like himself, this avian had on a blue shirt and grey shorts; however this albatross was larger and bulkier than he was. His arms and legs were wider, more muscular, and his plumage was more defined.
"Oh… uhh, sure I guess." Jet replied, eying around the area.
"Thanks."
The albatross sat down right next to Jet; making him feel uncomfortable due to his size. Without a doubt, he came from Cabin D. Why someone from Cabin D wanted to sit with someone from Cabin C, Jet didn't know.
"I couldn't help but feel like you looked lonely. Hope you don't mind if I gave you company," The albatross said.
"Well, he worried about me. Guess I may as well be friendly," Jet thought.
"Thanks... I guess... What's your name anyway?"
"Storm. What about you?"
"Storm… that's a pretty cool name…" Jet said to himself. He then looked at Storm. "Jet. That's my name."
"Hmm, Jet. I like that name."
The hawk smirked. "Heh, thanks man. A lot of people say my name is cool."
Storm grinned back in response.
It was the second time today someone had complimented Jet's name. Already the hawk knew that this year's camping trip was going to be better than the usual ones. It made him want to celebrate.
"But that's for another day."
As the two continued to eat, Jet decided to continue the conversation, finding himself becoming more comfortable with Storm's presence.
"So, how long have you been here, Storm? This is the first time I've seen ya," Jet asked.
"Actually, this is the first year I came here. I went to a different summer camp last year, but it shut down this year. Naturally, I decided the next best place is to go here."
"Wow. Which one did you go to?"
"Pasty Fields. Run of the mill, but I liked it."
"Yeah, I heard that place was really chill. Well, since you're new here, and I'm a regular here, I could probably teach you a few things about this place, what to do, where to go, who to avoid, that kinda thing."
Storm smiled. "You mean it?"
"Sure thing, pal. We're friends now after all."
"Heh, I think I'm gonna like it here."
As the two avians finished their lunch, Jet couldn't help but find himself being happy. Even though Duke, Nezbitt, and Eryx were good friends already, something about Storm made things a lot different. He knew that from here on, he and Storm were going to be best friends.
After Jet placed his plate on the conveyor belt for the ladies to wash (Storm following after Jet), the scoutmaster ironically to call for all plates, signaling the end of lunch. Since the hawk and albatross already did that, they had gone outside.
"Where's the scoutmaster?" Storm asked.
"Storm, he's twenty steps behind from us. Besides, we're not really doing anything right now," Jet replied.
"Oh… sorry, I didn't see him. I'm not the brightest guy around, heh heh."
Storm rubbed the back of his head and grinned, making Jet smile in response.
"So… what do we do?" The large grey avain asked.
"Well, from my time here, things on the first day are kinda dull and slow cause we do basically nothing. How's about we talk some more? Get to know each other a bit more so to say." replied Jet.
"Sure, man!" responded Storm. The two found a log to sit on and began their talk.
"So, um, what do you do for fun, Storm?" asked Jet.
"Uhh, well I like to play video games, work out, ride Extreme Gear, and-"
"Whoa, you ride Extreme Gear?" Jet felt himself becoming excited at the mere mention of Extreme Gear.
"You do?"
"Heck yeah! I love Extreme Gear! I pretty much ride mine like every day back home. I have my own custom model my dad got me. I called it 'Type-J',"
"Heh heh, you're excited, Jet! I don't blame you, Extreme Gears are awesome. You know, it's ironic about your custom model 'Type-J'. I got a custom model one too, and I called it 'Type-S'."
"Whoa, that's kinda weird! It's like we had both the same thing in mind," Jet chuckled.
"Yeah, that is pretty ironic. That's why I brought it up."
"You my friend, I think we've just become best friends. Starting today, you are now the friend of Jettison Q. Hawkington! …just don't call me that, for Chaos' sake…"
Storm laughed. "You're really funny, Jet! I won't."
Jet smiled once again.
"Okay, this guy is getting more and more amazing the longer I talk to him," He thought to himself.
"Hey hey, how about when we leave camp, I'll challenge you to a race to see who's the fastest. Just to let you know, it'll be me! You won't beat The Legendary Wind Master! As I've never lost a race!"
"That's your nickname?"
"Yeah. Made it up myself while bored two summers ago. My dad approves of it a lot."
"You talk about your dad quite a bit."
"Yeah, he's the main reason I'm into Extreme Gear's. He even has a huge name for himself in the community, so if I lost, I'd have my head for it."
"Large following? Hmm… you know, when I look at you more… hang on, let me ask, is your dad's name Turbulence?"
"Yeah… why?"
Storm's eyes widened. "Woah! You're Turbulence's kid? I love Turbulence! He's such a cool racer, no wonder you looked like him!"
Jet laughed as he saw Storm bouncing in place. He found it amusing that Storm was fangirling over his father. "I didn't know you were a huge fan. Man, wait 'till dad hears THIS. I'll be sure to tell him, don't worry. And well, now that you know who I'm related to, you still wanna race me?"
"Y-Yeah! Although, I have REAL competition now…"
"That's just one of the reasons I love riding Extreme Gear, Storm."
As the two avians continued their Extreme Gear conversation, Eryx, Nezbitt, and Duke came up to them.
"Well well, Jet, looks like you made a new friend. Who's the big guy?" asked Duke.
Jet looked up at the shark. "Oh! This is Storm, he's from Cabin D."
Storm embarrassingly waved at the three. "Heh heh, yeah, that's me."
"Well hello to you too, Storm," said Eryx and Nezbitt at the same time.
"Say, Storm, how old are you anyway?" asked Duke, arms crossed.
"Uhh, 16."
"Hmm, pretty interesting. One more year until they no longer allow you to come back, that's a shame. I say to make your time here good, Summer Camp doesn't last forever, you know."
Duke then turned to face the hawk. "Anyway Jet, me and the guys are gonna head out to the lake to skip stones. Wanna come? Storm can join us if he wants"
"Well, do you wanna come along, Storm?" asked Jet.
The albatross shrugged. "I guess. I haven't skipped stones in a few years."
He then got up from where he was sitting. "Lead the way then."
Down by the lake, the five boys had a skipping stone contest. While it seemed that Nezbitt would have won judging from the first three rounds, Storm ended up winning overall.
"Nice job, Storm!" congratulated Jet, jumping up to high five him.
"Thanks, Jet!" Storm replied with glee.
"You did great, really!" said Eryx.
Duke began to look at the sky, noticing that the sun was setting by the minute.
"Hey guys, it won't be long until they call us back to camp for dinner time. After that, we can't head anywhere for the rest of the night. We should hurry on back before we get chewed out," Duke said.
"Alright, let's head back then!" Nezbitt exclaimed.
As the five boys walked back to their camp, a loud noise was heard, startling Jet and Nezbitt.
"What was that?" Jet exclaimed. He felt his feathers rise up as another loud sound pierced from the woods. Nezbitt jumped up in the air, as did Jet.
As they fell to the ground, Storm, Duke, and Eryx looked around for the culprit. They heard what sounded like multiple girls giggling.
"Ugh, it's the girls from the girl's camp," Duke spat.
Storm could hear footsteps from the forest as he caught glimpses of some of the girls. A giraffe, an alligator, a bear, a purple swallow-
Wait…
"No… don't tell me SHE'S here!"
Storm began to growl, knowing immediately who the swallow girl was. However, the albatross didn't want to focus on that. Instead, he went and got Jet and Nezbitt off the ground.
"You OK?" asked Storm.
"Yeah, I'm fine," said Jet and Nezbitt. The two wiped grass off from their shirts and shorts.
"Lo and behold, it was some of the girls. Probably getting revenge for what we did last year," said Duke.
"What did you do last year?" The albatross asked.
"We like to call it the 'Spreading bugs across the girl's camp' plan, made after a group of boys were humiliated by some of the girls during an activity we did. Boy, how the scoutmaster never let THAT event down," said Eryx.
"Oh yeah, I remember that," said Jet. "I was sick at the time though… so I didn't get things as bad as the rest of you guys did. I didn't even know he was sour about it."
"Trust me dude, that guy is salty about like, everyone and everything. Boy, I wonder how it would be like married to him. Wonder how his wife feels," Duke commented, garnering a chuckle from Nezbitt and Eryx.
"Anyway… let's head back to camp," Storm said.
The five returned back to camp and into the mess hall, where dinner was just beginning. After being served a dinner of sausages with potatoes, Jet, Storm, Duke, Nezbitt, and Eryx found a table for the five of them to sit and ate away at their meals, having small talk.
Thirty minutes later, plates were called and the boys were released outside to the courtyard in front of the podium, where the scoutmaster had come to talk to everyone.
"Well boys, everything involving signing up has been completed! From here on out, looks like we have another exciting year at camp ahead of us. We already went over the rules on the bus, but just to clarify… be on your BEST behavior," The scoutmaster lectured. He looked at Duke, who was the main perpetrator of the bug incident last year.
"Looks like he's really is still mad about last year," whispered Nezbitt to the shark. Jet, Storm, and Eryx bust into small chuckles.
"Now, today was simply a slow day, but in three days, we will be starting our main activities for the different cabin groups, with the occasional full participation activity. As I said, depending on your Cabin letter, you will have a different activity. In this case, Cabin A will be doing swimming. Cabin B will be doing woodcarving. Cabin C will be doing fishing. And Cabin D will be hiking."
"Oh man, I suck at fishing," said Eryx. "Just what I need…"
Nezbitt on the other hand, had become giddy at the mere mention of fish. "F-F-F-Fish… Y-Y-Yes… Fishing… Fishing makes me wanna EAT ALL THE FISH IN THE GREAT SEA!" Nezbitt giggled insanely. Jet and Storm looked at the cat like he was crazy.
"Um… is he okay?" asked Jet.
"Don't worry about him; he gets like that whenever he sees fish. Trust me, I don't get it either," replied Duke.
"Well… while you're dealing with an insane cat, looks like I'm hiking," said Storm.
"Awh man, I was hoping you could be with our group," Jet said in a disappointed tone.
"Yeah, same. Don't worry, maybe in the future."
Storm smiled at the green avian as Jet grinned in response.
The scoutmaster went on. "As for the next two days, they'll be full participation days. Tomorrow, we'll be having a bonfire, so we'll be collecting fire wood most of the day. As for the day after that, we'll be playing Capture the Flag,"
All the boys began to cheer.
"…with the girls."
All the boys began to boo.
"Now now, I understand last year's issue, but I'm sure the girls would enjoy the rare time you get to be with each other."
"Yeah, so we can look at them from behind. Trust me dude, some of those older girls? Hot mama," muttered Duke.
"Umm, Duke? Doesn't that sound a bit creepy?" asked Jet.
"Maybe to you. But to me? Hell naw. Don't patronize me, bro."
"Anyway, that is all I have to say. You're now free to do whatever you'd like until 10. At ten, it's time for bed, so make good use of your time and freedom."
All the boys got up and abided by the scoutmaster's rule. Some returned to their cabins while others stayed outside.
"Well, this year's gunna be interesting. I just know it," said the blue-shelled armadillo, putting his hands behind his head.
"Well, we just gotta see how it turns out," said Jet. "I'm kinda excited about what's gonna happen this year, if I'll be honest."
"Aren't we all. Hey guys, I got an idea. Let's play 20 questions!" Duke said.
For the next hour or so, the five boys stayed outside, continuing their conversation and playing little games with each other until the scoutmaster blew his whistle and announced bed time.
"Aw man, really?" Eryx said. "And I was just about to go to!"
"Don't whine, we'll play another day," replied Duke.
Standing up, Jet, Nezbitt, Duke, and Eryx walked back to Cabin C, while Storm went to Cabin D.
"Hey, Storm, night!" Jet called out. He then waved at his new friend.
Storm's face grew more happily. "Night to you too, Jet!" He called out, going into Cabin D.
When Jet, Duke, Nezbitt, and Eryx reached Cabin C, the four boys walked passed the other Cabin C kids fooling around, and went to their bunks. They pulled off their shirts and climbed onto bed. Pulling the covers over them, the boys laid their heads on their pillows as Mido the camp counselor went into Cabin C to make sure everyone was in their bunks.
"Alright, lights out!" He barked out. Soon, more and more people climbed into their bunks, until Cabin C was completely voided of life.
The lynx turned off the lights in Cabin C as everyone soon began to fall asleep. Jet found himself having difficulty falling asleep, wondering what he'd be doing with Duke, Nezbitt, Eryx, and most importantly, Storm, in the next coming days.
He simply knew that Camp Silver Lake was going to be exciting this year.