Yeah, I wrote a sequel... I dunno it's kind of odd considering my lack of caring to the original, really though why I wrote this, I have no idea. Weird ain't it?
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Okay, so maybe the rest wasn't all history, the date could have gone better, it could have gone a lot worse, but that didn't really matter all that mattered wast that they were there, together.
"This was fun," Gwen said, steaching out on the soft earth "you smug bastard," she smiled at him.
"Yeah it was!" Chris gave her a cocky smirk "We should do this again some time."he winked at her as he grabbed her hand.
The two had spent the night watching movies on the camps big projector while they cuddled under the nights sky whilst other campers slept.
Chris sighed "You should probably head back to your cabin," he said as he got out of his comfortable position on the ground.
"Yeah, probably," she groaned lazily "we'll definitely have to do this again sometime."
Chris smiled at her as he helped her up off the soft earth.
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"Where. Have. You. Been." Trent grounded out his fists clenched and if Gwen was seeing correctly his nostrils were also flaring.
"I went out for a walk," Gwen replied snappily "I'm a person you know not a lap dog, I tend to do things I want to do."
Trent's face flushed with anger and he clenched his fists again "Well, you are my woman!" He nearly screamed.
After Gwen had gotten back from her date it was nearing three am, it was really early and Trent was really making her angry, "Jesus Christ, Trent!" she yelled back at him "Get over yourself. We. Are. Not. Together!"
That' s when the hit came right in her eye, most likely the hit would give her a nasty shiner, Gwen let out a shocked yelp and without even thinking hit him back.
Trent grabbed Gwen's wrists, "You. Are. Mine." he ground out squeezing Gwen's wrists.
Gwen was about to make a clever retort when a shout rang from across the camp "Oi, Trent, what the crap dude," Gwen recognized the voice as belonging to Duncan.
Trent let go of Gwen almost shoving her away, "Hey man, this isn't any of your business," Trent grunted, glaring at Duncan.
"You, know what," Duncan growled, "I think it is." Duncan shoved Trent, "You don't hit girls," he growled pulling Trent up.
"Hey shove off, piercings I'm just claiming whats mine!" Trent attempted to hit Duncan but he missed.
"Whoa, man that's it!" Duncan promptly began beating on Trent which, in turn, woke up the rest of the camp, which wasn't surprising considering how loud the too were shouting.
"Oh, somebody better be dieing for waking me up this early" Leshawna's sassy voice sprang through the air as she stomped towards the fight, "I mean god it's three in the morn-" Leshawna cut herself short when she saw Gwen's quickly bruising eye, "Oh, Gwen what happened!" Leshawna nearly screeched.
Gwen sighed, "Trent," she looked over at Leshawna "That would be why Duncan over there is beating the 'knight of shining dumbassery's' face in," she said snarkily, easing the tension as the rest of the campers came to the commotion.
"Hey, uh, maybe we should like go and get Chris," Brittney said with her normal airy tone, "I mean, like, he may be able to, like, do something!"
Gwen was sad to say that Brittney may have been right.
"Mm, c'mon Gwen, lets go get Chris," Leshawna sassed.
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It had taken the two only about ten minutes to get to Chris's trailer, the thing was pretty damn nice albeit it wasn't up to par with other luxury campers.
Leshawna went up to the door and pounded on it "Hey, Chris, get yo prissy ass out here!" it was getting close to four and Gwen didn't know if Chis was even awake.
"Wassit... it's, what, four in the morning? The hell you want?" He mumbled almost incoherently.
"Trent and Duncan are fighting, and Gwen got punched in the face" that snapped Chris out of his tired stupor.
"HE DID WHAT!" Chris shouted storming back into his trailer to throw a pair of pants on, "I can't believe that! Little son of a-" Chris's voice began getting quieter and quieter as he stormed towards the camp
Leshawna gave Gwen a knowing look and looked towards the fuming Chris as he rushed towards the cabins.
Gwen sighed today was going to be a long one.
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Gwen was absolutely right, the day had really been a long one, Duncan had to be pulled of Trent by Chef as fear of going back to juvie hung over Duncan's head.
But on a better note Trent got the piss kicked out of him by Chris after Duncan was pulled off. He's blaming all of the bruises ordeal on Trent accidentally falling.
"C'mon medical tent," Chris growled out toward Gwen "We'll get an ice pack for your eye,"
"Uh, Chris, maybe we should get your hand checked out first." Gwen was looking directly at Chris's fist he'd managed to bust it open pretty badly.
Chris nodded and headed to the medical tent grabbing Gwen's hand along the way.
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The campers stood there in a silence not really sure what to say, Heather surprisingly broke the silence, "What the hell just happened?"
"I have no idea," Beth mumbled looking confused.
"Yeah, like, me neither!" Brittney added cheerfully.
The campers fell into there state of silence. Everyone looking at each other waiting for the silence to be broken again.
"So, dude," Geoff began, "should we like, go check on them or what?"
"Okay maggots," Chefs angry voice chimed, "I guess we'll be having breakfast early," there was a chorus of 'ewws' "I SAID GET TO THE MESS HALL MAGGOTS!" Chef shouted.
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