Hey guys this is my first fanfic. YAY! I hope you have fun reading it. The chapters are a bit short, but it's gonna be good, I promise. Also if my English's not that good, I'm sorry ;) PLEASE REVIEW. I wanna know what you think.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own holes of any of the characters besides Sugars!
Sugar is sweet
It moved!
Why the heck am I on a crappy old school bus, handcuffed to the seat in front of me, with a sullen cop pointing a loaded shotgun at me? Because you're stupid. Because you got caught.
I sigh, and get back to staring out of the window. An endless desert stretches out to all sides. I'm headed to Camp Green Lake. For stealing tick medicine. For a puppy. Of all the things I stole, tick medicine got me caught. That's so embarrassing!
I'm sweating horribly underneath my untamable black hair. I should have tied it to ponytail when I had the chance; before I was handcuffed to the seat. I throw my head forward to give my back some fresh air. When I come up again I can make out the camp: Basically a couple of wooden houses surrounded by a great number of tents. Camp Green Lake. What a fitting name for a place in the middle of the desert.
The bus stops with a jolt and I get off. It's stifling hot outside. Even through my dark Hispanic tan, I'm afraid I'm gonna get sun burnt pretty soon. A number of guys in bright orange jumpsuits stop in their tracks when they see me. Jaw hanging open, they stare at me. Honestly, you'd think I was naked or something.
A tall skinny guy with freckles and reddish hair comes up to me. He prods me in the side and asks: "Are you really girl?" I stare at him, but apparently he's serious. "Last time I checked" I say slowly. Never mess with crazy people. "Holy Crap! She really is a girl, a damn sexy girl!" He shouts out, cupping his hands around his mouth. Great. This is gonna be fun.
I'm greeted by big man with small eyes and sideburns. "Welcome to Camp Green Lake, Girl Scout" he says in a voice as rough as sandpaper. I frown at what he just called me, because of all things; I'm defiantly not a girl scout. But I guess it's because I lucked out being the only girl in a boys' camp. "I'm Mr. Sir" the man goes on looking at me, as if he expected me to laugh, but I don't. What do I care about his name? For all I know he could be called Senorita Esmeralda Lopez, and I wouldn't care. He leads me over to one of the run-down wooden buildings – which is supposed to be an office – and starts explaining the rules. Basically don't get into trouble, dig holes and become a better person. Yah right, as if that'd work. "You will get two jumpsuits. One for work and one for relaxation. You will also get seven shower tokens for each week. Our showers here are lovely and cold as ice. So don't lose those tokens! They're already in your tent, along with your jumpsuits" He goes on explaining.
Then another guy, who introduces himself as Dr. Pendanski, my counselor, comes into the office. He looks more like a scout then a counselor at detention camp: his socks are pulled halfway up his calves and his nose is white with sunscreen. Pendanski shows me the tent I'll live in. Tent D. On the way he gives me a speech about how, even though I did bad things, I'm not a bad person. Man, if that guy knew what I did.
Just before we reach the entrance, someone pulls back the tent flap from inside and we're greeted by a tall blond guy with spiky hair. "Whoa!" He calls out, loud enough for everyone in camp to hear. "Who'd we got here?" I give him a now-you-think-you're-cool-but-actually-you're-not look. Pendanski on the other hand seems ecstatic over his reaction. "Well hello Ricky" He exclaims.
The blond guy gives an annoyed grunt. "I told you, I'm not Ricky, I'm Zigzag" Pendanski smiles genuinely. "As you'll see, the boys all made up little nicknames for one another, but I prefer calling them by their proper names" and then he adds "Since you're here already, you'll introduce Miss Ramirez to everyone, will you?" And with that, he's gone. Great guidance counselor.
I turn back to the blond guy. "Welcome Miss Ramirez, to our modest home" He gives a low bow and holds open the flap for me. Inside the "modest home" the gaping faces of five other boys await me. A short black guy regains control first. He's wearing thick, grimy glasses and has an I'm-the-boss attitude. "I am X-Ray" he announces. Even though I can't see his eyes, I get the feeling he's staring at my boobs. "And this is my crew: Armpit" he points to a big black guy, who's still gaping at me. "Zigzag" The blonde one who bowed me in. "Squid" a handsome white guy, chewing on a toothpick. "Zero" A small black kid lying quietly on his bed. "And Magnet" Magnet, I think, looking more closely at the Hispanic guy. That name fits you. "We welcome you graciously to tent D. May I ask what your name is?" X-Ray continues.
Since these guys all made up nicknames for themselves, I decide to do the same. I don't feel like sharing my real name, Juanita Ramirez, anyway. So I just say "I'm Sugars"
"Nice name" Says X-Ray "Suits you" Adds Zigzag, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at me. "Don't bring your hopes up, guys" I say, throwing by bag on the last cot and waving dismissively.
Even though it's so hot, my hands are freezing. I rub them together in order to warm them. "What's wrong with your hands?" asks X-Ray. "The handcuffs cut off circulation entirely, so they're freezing cold" Even as I talk, I realize it sounds wimpy. "Freezing cold?" X-Ray asks, a dreamy look coming over his face. I shrug "Yeah, they feel like they're about to fall off" X-Ray smiles. "No way" He says, shaking his head. "Here proof" I get up and place one of my icy hands on his neck. "Relief!" He sighs contently, pulling me onto his lap.
For a moment or two there's just silence and decide to use to find out more about this weird gang. "So you're, like, the leader of this tent?" I look at X-Ray, hoping against hope that he's not. "Yeah, I am, and the leader of the tent always gets what he wants" X-Ray places an arm around my waist. No dice. I'm not gonna make it that easy for these guys, so I say "Well I guess the leader needs to stop being a spoiled brat then. 'Cause I know I don't wanna be claimed" I let go of his neck and get up to walk over to Magnet's cot and place my hands on his neck.
"Cold hands!" Magnet jumps but soon relaxes, groaning in pleasure. I grin. This is working out just fine. "Here, move your hands really fast" The Hispanic sits up pulling his shirt off and placing my hands on his bare chest. I smile happily, gawking at Magnet's six-pack.
"Hey, don't leave me, you sweet, cold hands!" X exclaims. I stick out my tongue at him. "Better put that away, Sweetie" Squid says, "Unless, of course you plan on using it… on me" Ew. Disgusting. "Keep dreamin'!" I say waving my hand at him.
I'm about to sit down on my bed when a shrill bell sounds, making me jump out of my skin. By habit, I reach in my back pocket for my knife. "Calm down chica" Magnet laughs. "It's just the bell, calling for dinner"
It's rather crowded in the mess hall, but I find a spot between Magnet and Zero. The food looks horrible. I stare at the brownish lump that's supposed to be beans for quite a while. "It moved!" I complain "I'm sure it did!" Magnet starts laughing. "It won't bite you. Unless of course you eat too slowly" He's right of course. And it doesn't even taste too bad, once you overcome your natural fear of moving food.
I've always had the habit of eating like I'd never see food again. At some point during my second helping X-Ray decides he needs to find out more about me. "So, Sugars." He clears his throat awkwardly. "How'd a pretty girl like you get in here?" I don't really feel like sharing details, so I just say "Theft" He opens his mouth to inquire, but Armpit comes to my rescue. "Geez, that makes three thieves in your tent! And I keep wondering where all my shower tokens went" He slaps his forehead. Everyone starts laughing and Squid explains how Armpit keeps losing all his tokens at poker. Now that explains the smell. But he got my interest.
"Who else was charged theft?" I ask as off hand as possible. "Magnet and Zero" Armpit explains. "That's why we call him Magnet in the first place. His fingers are magnetic!" Not just his fingers, man; I think, but don't say anything. "Anyway" chimes in Squid "Magnet's here 'cause he stole a pup–" Magnet kicks him underneath the table. "Shut up, man!" he barks, but he only makes me more curious. "What? What d' you steal?" I am pretty sure it can't be worse than Frontline. Magnet gives me an annoyed look, but says "A puppy from Petco. And I would have made it out, if my pocket hadn't started barking!" Everyone laughs at the funny story.
Then the other guys start explaining why they're here. Armpit's here for illegal gambling, Squid for doing drugs, but none of the stories are half as funny as Magnet's. Or as embarrassing as mine.
After dinner everyone's really quiet. The boys are tired from digging holes in the hot sun all day and I'm kind of worn out from the long bus ride. We decide to just go to bed, but back in the tent we face a problem: Magnet sits down on his bed and peels off his shirt. Wow those are some abs!
"Can you look away so I can change?" I ask. Squid smirks "Why would we do that if we get the chance to look at your sexy body" I snort. "You turn left, I turn right 'cause I'm changing into a pair of boxers and a tank top" he grunts consent. And that's that problem solved.
When everyone's finally in bed and the light's been turned off, everybody seems to have trouble going to sleep. I pretend though, it sometimes helps. After a while I hear someone shifting and then say "Man, that gal's smokin' hot!" It's Squid. "No kidding" adds Magnet. "Yea, and she's got the whole Latin chick look going for her" This time it's Armpit speaking. "You know, curves" He adds using his hands to illustrate. "It's not a look, man, it's a lifestyle" I hear Magnet tell him. Shaking my head lightly at my new tent mates, I fall asleep.
