WELCOME TO CAMP CLICHÉ. A few of you might be wondering what the fuck this is all about. Well it's quite simple. I'm tired of reading fanfics that you're trying to read and take seriously, but then the author throws in something so unbelievably cliché that you can hardly continue reading. Now, I love clichés as much as the next skiddly-boo, but that's not the point. I've devised this one, all-encompassing story to fulfill all your cliché little dreams, my dear skiddly-boos. (I don't even know what that is, I just made it up.) Oh, you want Sora to trip and fall into Riku and land in an awkward position? Check. Oh, you want everything to be named in a Kingdom Hearts theme? Check. Oh, you want everyone to be gay? Check, check, check. Please sit back and enjoy the amusing clichés that skiddly-boos across the world love.
Warnings: Uuuh, fuck where do I start? Well, language for one, lots of sex, too many clichés to count, young teens with older teens, teens with adults, boys with boys, uuuh…yeah. Lots.
Disclaimer: Don't own! Don't sue!
"Come on, Sora, hurry up." Roxas sighed impatiently as his twin struggled with his bag.
"Sorry!" Sora grunted in effort as he tried to pull the red and white bag from the pile of luggage. "Why did they throw it all in a pile? They could have put it out all nice and neatly…" The bag finally slipped free, sending the fourteen year old toppling backwards.
Roxas merely shrugged and dodged another teen rushing by. He looked up at the summer camp their parents had sent them to with contempt. He was not looking forward to this. Children, ranging in ages of ten to eighteen, bustled on their own way, most of them shouting with happiness. It seemed as though most (not the youngest ones, of course) had been there previously.
"So, you ready for this?" Sora, having recovered from his fall, stood next to Roxas, also taking in the sights. He hadn't been too stoked either when they'd been told their entire summer would be spent away from their friends, but he seemed hopeful.
Roxas sighed and shook his head. "I'll never be ready for this. Let's go." He shouldered his own yellow and white duffel bag and followed the crowd. "I think there are cabin assignments over there," the blond said, pointing to a bulletin board surrounded by teens. "You want to go check it out?"
"Why me?" Sora pouted and stopped at the edge of the crowd. "I don't like getting too close to people." He felt a little guilty at his twin's eye roll, but refused to budge either way. He stayed back as Roxas fought through the moving bodies. He jumped back as a tall boy nearly ran into him on his way out.
"Oh, sorry!" The older teen ruffled Sora's hair, much to his dismay, and jogged off.
Sora stuck his bottom lip out even more. He did not like being touched by strangers. His upset mood seemed to dissipate a bit, however, as he watched everyone around him. They all seemed so happy…maybe this summer wouldn't be so bad. He saw the teen with the mohawk –like hair style who'd just bumped into him run up to a bunch of friends. Sora was startled to see that the blond in their group had a goatee. The attractive teen was grinning like an idiot as they all laughed and greeted each other. Sora felt his heart thump a little faster at the blond's smile. He seemed older but…he still couldn't have been more than eighteen, right?
"Sora?"
Sora jumped and looked back over at his twin who was standing with an expectant look on his face. "Huh?" He tried to recover from his ogling.
"You didn't hear a word I said, did you?" Roxas frowned and shook his head. "Whelp, I guess I'm the only one who knows what cabin we're staying in. You gotta figure yours out on your own." He suppressed a grin as he began to walk off.
"What?" Sora glanced fearfully at the neverending crowd of people at the board. "No, wait!" He jogged after Roxas until he fell into step. "Tell me what cabin we're in!"
"I already did. "S'not my fault you were checking out that guy." Roxas motioned to the older blond and laughed at Sora's blush.
"I was not! I was just…looking…at everyone…" Sora hiked his bag further on his shoulder, staring at the ground as he walked.
"Yeah." Roxas stopped and ruffled Sora's spikey brown hair. "Just try to control yourself this summer. Our friends at home might be okay with you being gay but…this place is like a swarming pit of testosterone. You'll probably be lynched within the first week if you don't watch yourself."
Sora frowned and fixed his hair uncomfortably. "I…you don't think…" he mumbled softly.
The older twin shrugged. "They probably won't go to that extreme but…you never know. I just want you to be careful. Okay?"
As per his usual self, Sora stood up straight and beamed. "Okay! Now…which cabin are we in?"
Roxas held out a small map of the campsite. "Well I am in Twilight Town."
Sora nodded slowly, but his smile quickly faded. "Wait, just you?"
"Yup."
"What about me?"
"You're in Destiny Islands."
Sora's eyes widened in fear. "You mean…we're not together?" His fingers fumbled together as he fidgeted from his nerves. He didn't like being apart from his twin.
Roxas sighed. He knew his twin wouldn't enjoy the assignments, so he wasn't too angry. "Don't act like a baby, Sora. We have different classes at school, right?"
"Well, yeah, but…"
"No buts. There's your cabin," Roxas pointed to the map that Sora had unfolded, "and there's mine. Seriously, like fifty meters apart. Not that bad, right?" He pulled the brunet's chin up and smiled. "Don't worry."
Sora couldn't help but smile as well. "Okay." He pulled his brother into a tight hug before they both went off to find their cabins.
Roxas found his first. The door was decorated with orange letters, making it very obvious that this cabin was indeed "Twilight Town." He took a deep breath and stepped inside. Four currently empty beds sat in each corner of the perfectly square room, each covered in a thin blanket. Roxas had read up about the camp before they left and remembered that it was usually very hot, so it didn't surprise him that the blankets weren't bigger.
"Well…home sweet home…I guess." Roxas threw his duffel onto the bed in the far corner and was about to sit down when three shouting teens burst inside, the door banging open with a splendid CRACK as it hit the wall. Roxas watched with slight apprehension as the three fell to the floor almost instantly, wrestling. The poor teen wasn't sure whether or not they were having fun.
"Get him, Hayner!" A chubby brown-haired boy rolled out of the array and began egging on the two blondes left on the ground. One had an obvious advantage with his well muscled body. It didn't take long before he had the other pinned to the ground.
"Fine, I give!" The two split apart, panting heavily before getting up. The victor smirked and clapped his hands together.
"So, looks like I get the good one." He turned to the back corner where Roxas was still watching with a look just shy of pure terror. "What the fuck are you doing there?"
"Huh?" Roxas looked around as though looking for whoever the strong teen was talking to. "Me?"
"Yeah, dumbass. That's my bed. I just won it." He crossed his arms.
Roxas frowned at the guy's attitude.
"You better give Seifer his bed…he'll throw a tantrum if you don't," the losing blond said with a snicker, lying down on the other bed in the back.
"Maybe if you'd gotten here sooner…" Roxas sat down on the bed he'd already set his bag onto. "Oh well."
The chubby teen laughed from where he was already unpacking his belongings. "Man, Seifer, looks like the new kid's got your bed."
Seifer lowered his arms to his sides and clenched his hands into fists. "Get off my bed," he growled menacingly.
Roxas yawned and laid down, stretching his feet across his bed. "Man, that ride sure was rough, wasn't it?"
"Well Seifer, seems to me like you've been bested." The other blond was lazily tracing pulling thread from the hem of his shorts.
"Shut the fuck up, Hayner," Seifer snarled. He tried to stare down the newcomer, but was completely ignored. After a moment, he snatched up his bag and stomped over to the only empty bed.
Hayner grinned and sat up. "Hey, the name's Hayner." He reached his hand out to Roxas who took it with a smile.
"Roxas."
"Roxas? Congratulations, this is the first time in four years Seifer has been denied that bed." Hayner shoved his bag under the bed and laid down again. "Maybe you can get him to stop being such a douche all the time."
"I can hear you," Seifer snapped from his bed. He was glaring in contempt at Pence, who was setting up a small picture of a cute brunette. "Take that thing down, no one cares about your fuckin' girlfriend here."
Pence seemed hurt by the comment and pouted at the picture. "Don't worry, Olette, he doesn't mean it."
Roxas laughed softly and shook his head. He jumped as Hayner sat beside him on the bed.
"So newbie, did you seek out Camp Cliché on your own or were you forced to go by your parents?" Hayner popped his knuckles out of habit.
"Umm…forced to…" Roxas didn't have any trouble admitting it. It was probably a common occurrence. "I really really did not want to go."
"You'll change your mind about that." Hayner smirked slightly, but jumped as Seifer threw a book at him. "What?" Seifer seemed to give him a look of warning and then glared at Roxas. Hayner sighed and shrugged before going back to his bed, leaving the other teen confused.
Meanwhile, his twin brother seemed to have gotten himself lost. He'd been concentrating so hard on not following his brother around everywhere that he went in almost the exact opposite direction he was supposed to go. He trembled nervously as he stared down at his map and then looked around, wondering which way north was supposed to be. Just ahead of him was a cabin with a graphic of "Hollow Bastion" sprawled across the door. The brunet looked back down to his map, found the cabin "Hollow Bastion" and traced his finger down to the cabin "Destiny Islands." With another glance around, Sora sighed. Spatial reasoning had never been his strong point. Tears stung his eyes as he tried to figure out where to go. Another five minutes passed and he was still rooted to the spot. Finally, he talked himself into asking someone.
Hollow Bastion's steps were sturdy as Sora crept up them, the door seeming huge and ominous. He lifted his hand to knock, his heart trying to break out of his chest in fear of being laughed at for losing his way. But before he could even hit the door, it flew open and out came the same mohawk'd teen from earlier. This time, however, he did not stop himself from hitting Sora, who fell back with a shout. He tried to regain his balance, but his foot slipped on the step behind him and he went crashing into the arms of another older teen.
"Shit, Demyx, kill the poor kid why don't you?"
Sora looked up and squeaked, realizing the teen to catch him was none other than the blond with the goatee from earlier. His face turned red as the blond's gaze fell upon him.
"You okay, kid?" His eyes were soft with concern, making Sora's heart race even more than ever.
"Yeah-huh," Sora mumbled, nodding furiously. With the help of the teen, he stood up and brushed himself off. "I…uh…th-thanks…"
"I didn't mean to," the teen called Demyx said with obvious guilt. "I wasn't expecting anyone to be standing there! Honest!"
"Yeah, sure you didn't," drawled a new teen with vibrant and stringy red hair. It seemed to stick up everywhere, but that wasn't new to Sora. The redhead slung an arm around Demyx. "You were just trying to set up Luxord here with the perfect opportunity to be the hero and sweep poor unsuspecting newbies off their feet. Isn't that right, Luxy?" He smirked.
"Fuck off," Luxord muttered and knelt a bit to Sora's height. "You're okay, right?"
Sora nodded furiously. "Y-yeah, I'm cool, I'm just…um…" He looked down at the map in his hands and held it out. "Lost. I'm totally lost."
"Perfect! Luxy can help you find your way, and you two will fall madly in love." The redhead pulled Demyx closer, who resisted the attention. "Isn't that so sweet? Makes you just wanna fuck the brains out of the closest person, huh?"
At that, Demyx laughed and shoved him away. "Dude, you're sick!" The two laughed together, walking back into the cabin.
"Don't mind Axel, he's always like that," Luxord chuckled, taking Sora's map, not noticing the younger teen's red face. "So what cabin are you in?"
"Th-that one," Sora mumbled, pointing to Destiny Islands. "I suck at following maps."
Luxord chuckled again, causing Sora's heart to melt. "Me too. Don't worry, I can take you there." He stood up and grabbed Sora's bag from where it'd fallen.
"Really?" Sora grinned and followed the older teen through the woods. "Thanks a bunch! I'm Sora, by the way."
"It's nice to meet you, Sora. I'm Luxord." The blond motioned back to his cabin. "Those were my cabin mates, Demyx and Axel. Zexion isn't here yet."
Sora nodded slowly. "Did you…have you noticed that all your names have the letter 'x' in them?" It was a strange question, but the young teen wasn't one to really think about what he said before he said it.
Luxord laughed, and it was a full, wondrous noise that left Sora feeling warm all over. "Yeah, we've all gone over how it's a conspiracy or something."
Sora laughed softly as well. He kept having to take multiple steps just to make up for the fact that Luxord's legs were so long.
"You keeping up?" Luxord asked, smirking.
"Yeah," Sora said with a breathless smile.
"Good. There's your cabin." Luxord stopped and pointed at the cabin. From their distance, they could see palm trees painted on the door with big yellow letters.
"Oh…" Sora inwardly frowned. He'd been hoping to spend more time with the older teen. "Thanks for your help."
"Yeah! Maybe I'll be assigned your cabin or something…you never know." Luxord shrugged.
"Huh?"
"Oh." Luxord smiled, having forgotten the kid was new. "The older kids in camp are always assigned a cabin. We're kinda like…your supervisors or something. One guy per cabin."
"Oh…well in that case," Sora blushed slightly, "I hope you're assigned to my cabin."
"Yup. Seeya." Luxord grinned and waved before jogging back to his cabin, leaving Sora light as a feather.
After the blond disappeared into the woods, Sora turned back to the cabin, taking in a deep breath. Here goes… He walked up the stairs and pulled open the door, which was a lot lighter than he expected it to be.
"Oh, here he is!"
Sora looked down to where three teens were playing cards on the ground: A redhead, a blond, and a boy with silver hair. "Uh, hi. I'm new."
The three exchanged amused looks and burst out laughing. "No shit," said the blond. He stood and clapped his hand down on Sora's shoulder, causing the brunette to flinch. "I'm Tidus. This here's Wakka and Riku." Sora nodded and smiled to the boys respectively.
"It's nice to meet you. I'm Sora." The brunet found the only empty bed and placed his things on it as Tidus rejoined the two on the floor. They seemed to pick up their conversation from before, arguing about a rule from whatever game they were playing. The silver-haired teen looked up at him and sat up straight.
"You want to join us?"
Sora fidgeted nervously and smiled at Riku. "Would that be okay?" He glanced around, hoping he wouldn't have to sit too close to them.
Riku couldn't help but smile at the awkward teen's mannerisms. "Yeah of course you can." He moved to one side, shoving on Wakka to move over. "You can sit by me."
Sora smiled and sat down. "Thanks. I was a little nervous about coming here but…you guys seems pretty cool."
"Oh, we're way cooler den 'pretty cool'," Wakka said with a laugh. "We're cooler den cool! Coolest of da cool!"
Sora laughed with Tidus, who nudged Sora in the ribs. "You're gonna love it here. Trust me."
A/N Okay, shitty first chapter. Whatever. It'll get better, I swear! Sorry if my writing is kinda jumpy or doesn't flow well...I'm more of a visual artist rather than a literary one. Also, I lack a beta tester. Please lemme know if you see mistakes or if I consistently get something wrong that bothers you. I'm always open to critique, no matter how harsh it is.