Natsumi and Naoto, the hamasaki brothers, had been chatting for over half an hour about the new camp semester, when they finally heard a familiar energetic voice call out...

"Hey guys, i'm here!"

"There you are, keitaro!", natsumi exclaimed in delight. But then he noticed that keitaro also looked a bit sheepish.

"Haha...", natsumi chuckled. "Let me guess, you woke up late again?"

"Y-yeah...", keitaro sighed. "For some reason, my alarm clock didn't buzz in today..."

"Or maybe you just slept through it!", his boyfriend joked.

How I wish Natsumi could be right...

-Meanwhile on the road to the camp-

Yoshinori and Aiden had gone to fill up Yoshi's car with gas, and were returning back to the camp where they would begin the first activities and prepare the cabins for the new recruits.

Aiden had gone into the nearby store to get some beer for sir goro, but had quickly gotten himself drunk.

"Ya think we'll see kaytero and mah little chef again? That would be siiiick! Hahahahah-hic"

Yoshi just facepalmed himself and continued driving.

Then, there was trouble again.

Yoshinori slowed to a stop at a railroad crossing which had it's arms lowered. Aiden, who was finally leaving his druken state, looked outside to take in the scenery and noticed an electric sign on the side of the road which repeatedly read:

"DO NOT"

"STOP ON"

"THE TRACKS"

"DO NOT"

"STOP ON"

"THE TRACKS"

But all of a sudden...

"FUCK"

"YOU"

"FUCK"

"YOU"

Aiden rubbed his eyes, but nothing changed.

"Uh, yoshi? Is that sign talking to me, or am I just seeing things?"

"Probably the latter."

Soon, yoshinori grew impatient. No express or freight train would come.

"Come on!", he yelled out the window.

At last, the crossing arms raised.

"About goddamn time!", he growled.

Suddenly, the arms came slamming down onto the windshield.

"Aaagh!", the two screamed as glass flooded their eyes...

-Meanwhile in the locker room-

"Hurry up and get changed already, avan! I'mma be lit showing off my tricks to the dudes in this place!"

"Okay knox, i get it...you're an actual skateboard. Now stop gloating!"

Roughly a minute later, Knox had just finished changing, and was listening to his walkman.

Then...it happened.

"WHO MADE WHO-"

"GAAHH!"

Thud.

Avan had heard everything.

"Knox, turn that trash dow...HOLY SHIT!"

Knox laid motionless and silent on the floor, blood streaming slowly out of his ears...