Mulder POV
I woke up to the sound of yelling, "Fox! Have you packed yet?"
I hadn't, but I wasn't about to tell my angry father that, "Yeah!"
I quickly packed and tried my best to hurry up. After saying a quick and stiff goodbye to my parents, I threw my suitcase and backpack into my car and drove off.
Around two o'clock, I pulled into the Camp Harlow parking lot, found a parking space, and climbed out of my truck. When I got to the check in line, I started taking in the familiar settings. This place served as somewhat of a haven for me, away from my family and surrounded by music.
I walked into my assigned cabin and saw just the person I wanted to, my best friend, Mr. John Doggett. He was laid out on his bed, strumming his guitar.
"Hey, Doggett! When did you get here?"
"Around 11." He replied. I nodded and set up my stuff.
Scully POV:
I woke up at about 9:30 and went for my daily run around the base for about thirty minutes and returned home.
After checking over my packing twice, it was time to go so I walked downstairs and put my bags into my small, silver car.
The ride would take a bit, so I listened to the only three CD's I had in the car: Fleetwood Mac, Bach, and The Runaways. After driving for exactly 2 hours and 36 minutes with a small stop at a gas station to stretch my legs, I arrived at Camp Harlow and took my luggage out of my trunk. I rushed to the check-in line to receive my cabin number and roommate's name.
While I walked to cabin number 8 on the classical side of the camp, I noticed a shockingly tall, shockingly handsome brunet guy walking into C.D Skinner's office.
I continued walking to my cabin and went inside the open door. About three feet inside, sat a girl about my age sitting on a mat, meditating.
"Uh, hello," I stammered out, "are you Monica Reyes?"
Coming out of her meditative position, she greeted me, "Hey babes, yes, but everyone calls me Mona."
'Babes?' I thought to myself. 'Okay then' I loosely shook hands with her, "Nice to meet you Mona, I'm Dana Scully."
"So, this bed is mine," she said gesturing to the bed on the left, "and that one's yours."
"Okay awesome."
With Mona's help, I began unpacking my belongings, tucking my sheets in, so neat you could bounce a quarter off them, and putting my neatly folded clothes into the small dresser next to my bed.
"So where're you from?" Mona questioned while pushing my, now empty, bag under the bed.
"A military base in DC."
"Who's in the army?"
"Navy actually, my father," I corrected, "Where are you from?"
"Mexico City originally, but now I'm kind of a nomad."
"That's cool, what's your favorite place you've been?"
"I love it here, but my favorite is probably Georgia. It's not exactly exotic, but it's hot and old. Lots of old trees, old families, old buildings, its good vibes all around.
"That's cool, lots of trees."
"So many."
We continued to have this sort of easy conversation for a while, until about 5:00. So maybe more than a while. When I checked the clock I realized I should probably practice a piece for tomorrow's audition.
When I went to the classical practice rooms, they were all full, guess I wasn't the only one to have this stroke of genius. Instead of annoying Mona by dragging a keyboard into our Cabin, I decided to use the alternative side's practice rooms.
I ambled over to the alternative side, noticing the awkward glances I received from the alternative campers. I felt confused by their glances, because, in the rules, it said campers from either side could use any practice rooms. While working through instrument storage, I noticed a free room on the end. Perfect.
Once I had settled by the keyboard in the practice room, room number twelve, I pulled out the sheet music to one of my favorite pieces- Jupiter by Holst. When I had played through about half the song, the door behind me opened and I heard footsteps.
"Oh, um, hi?"
I turned around and saw the guy I had seen earlier, "Hello."
He made a strange face and reconsidered his words, "Wait, what the fuck do you think you're doing in my practice room?"
"Your practice room? I didn't see a sign."
"Yeah, well..."
We glared at each other for about ten seconds, but neither of us spoke.
Finally, he broke the silence by sighing dramatically, "What's your name?"
"Dana Scully."
"Okay Scully, I'm Fox Mulder, but everyone," he said the last bit with a warning glare, "just calls me Mulder."
"Is that why you're referring to me as Scully?"
"Actually no, that was more of an attempt as casual conversation. But now that I know you think it's weird, I'm going to refer to you as Scully."
Now I sighed, "Fine, Mulder."
"You're obviously classical side material, so why are you here?"
"There's nothing in the rules that says I can't practice here."
"It's more of an unspoken rule. I'll let it slide this time, only if I can practice in here too."
"Fine."
He smiled sarcastically and walked towards the drums. And that's when I realized what a headachy mistake I had truly made.
After we played like that for about an hour, I couldn't take it anymore.
When I got back into my cabin, I fell into my mattress.
"What's your damage?" Mona asked casually.
"A boy named Mulder."
"What's wrong with him?"
"Well, pardon my language here, but he's kind of an asshole."
"Wait, isn't he in that band that's playing tomorrow?"
"What band?"
"Fox and the Gunmen."
"What kind of name is that? He told me not to call him Fox."
"Maybe he's a nerdy pun guy."
"Okay, Mona."
"So do you want to go?"
"I don't know, I think that Mulder character may think I like him or something."
"Dana, loosen up. Who cares, maybe he likes you! Hey, didn't you hear him practice? What does he play?"
"Oh, I heard him, alright. His drumming gave me quite the headache."
"Was he hot?"
"Um, he was kind of attractive..." My voice trailed off.
"You liar! You totally think he's hot!
"I guess so..."
"Take me to him."
"What, no!"
"Yes. Do it."
"Ugh. Fine." I led Mona to the alternative side of camp, and we receive awkward glances just as I did the first time.
"What's the deal with all the bad vibes, Dana?"
"Apparently it's this unspoken rule that says that the two sides of camp aren't supposed to get along most of the time. Maybe Fox just said it to scare me off, who knows?"
"Who cares? It's not like they're doing anything about it!" I nodded in agreement and we continued on our way to practice room number 12. As we became closer, both of us heard a rapid beat coming from the room ahead of us. "That must be him!" Mona said in excitement. I rolled my eyes. I opened the door slowly and Mona barged in. The drumming ceased immediately.
"What the fuck? You again? What do you want now?"
"Wow, he totally is!" Mona exclaimed obnoxiously.
"Excuse me?" He stared at the giggling Mona and then at me in disbelief.
"Would you shut up?" I attempted to calm her down.
"If you two are done with your second grade giggle fest, can someone please tell me why the fuck you're in my practice room?"
"Again, FOX, I don't seem to be able to locate a sign indicating that this room is yours." His mouth opened slightly.
"Regardless, mind answering my question?"
"I left sheet music on the piano."
"Oh really?" I scrambled to the piano and grabbed the nonexistent sheet music.
"Why would I lie to you?" I responded with another question. Apparently I thought that it would sound less suspicious, but it actually made it sound more suspicious. Go figure.
"There's no sheet music."
"Okay then... We got to go! Bye!" I said quickly as I rushed Mona out of the room.
"Bye, Fox!" Mona shouted.
"It's Mulder!" He yelled back.
"Gosh, he was cute! So you met him in the practice room?"
"Well I saw him going into C.D. Skinner's office after I checked in, but we didn't speak to each other and he didn't see me."
"Shit, we're going to be late to the first camp dinner!" Mona grabbed my arm and dragged me past the alternative cabins and into the Mess Hall. Groups of students swarmed around the brightly colored room to get their food as fast as possible in order to get a seat. Mona and I mimicked this motion and sat down at the end of a table near the back of the building.
"Hey, Scully." My head turned and I saw Mulder almost strutting over to his table, followed by what I assumed a friend of his.
I audibly sighed.
I heard chairs moving and subsequently the seat next to me was occupied, "And just for that, I'm sitting with you forever."
"Ugh why are you here?"
"Hm. What a familiar question. Interesting."
"Oh how the tables have turned." Mona said in a dramatic voice.
"Not helping Mona."
"Au Contraire, ma amie."
"Mona, what even?"
A fourth voice joined the conversation, "I thought it was funny..."
"Wait, who are you? Where did you even come from?"
"Oh, hey Doggett," Mulder started, "When did you get here?"
"What?" I said.
"He's my Doggett!"
"I told you not to call me that, asshole."
"What does that even mean, Mulder?" I asked.
"It means that my name is John Doggett," The fourth one, Doggett apparently, said, "Hi, by the way. I assume you're Scully." I nodded in confirmation.
"And who might you be?" He directed at Mona.
"Mona Reyes," Mona answered, "Nice to meet you John!"
"So, I'm guessing that the drums is your first instrument, what's the one you're trying to get better at?" I curiously asked.
"Singing." Mulder said. "Doggett, too."
I nodded to show my understanding.
Mona asked, "John, what instrument do you play well?"
"Guitar is my specialty, but I dabble a bit."
Mona and Doggett continued their conversation separately, while Mulder and I attempted politesse.
"So... You come here often?" Mulder asked awkwardly
I just looked at him until he said "Okay, fair. That was lame."
I nodded and changed the subject, "So you're playing a concert tomorrow?"
"Yeah, a bit of a warm up for the camp, a band does every year. Are you gonna come?"
"I'll think about it. So Mona said that your band was called 'Fox and the Gunmen', which is odd considering your aversion to the name."
"It was worth it for the pun," he chuckled, "plus, 'Doggett and the Gunmen' doesn't really sound as cool."
"The pun isn't even that obvious."
"It's always worth it for the pun," he said with mock seriousness, "always."
When he burst into laughter, I did too. We laughed like that for a while, at one point I was gasping for a breath. Maybe, just maybe, Mulder wasn't an asshole. Or maybe he was, but that doesn't mean I couldn't enjoy his company.
We all talked and enjoyed each other's company for a while longer, until it was about 10:30 and almost everyone else had gone back to their cabins. We decided it was time to go back to our cabins.
When Mona and I got back to our cabin, we turned the lights off and went to sleep. We had a long day ahead of us, after all.
