Worst Camping Trip Ever!

"Axel!" Shouted the boy. Said boy was Roxas Strife, 8 – years - old and way too happy at 6:00 a.m. Great. Axel groaned into his pillow, but from experience, he knew it wouldn't get him anywhere. Roxas kept pushing and pulling at Axel's "beautiful" crimson hair. He tried pushing the boy off, but even with the 20 – year – old strength, (not to mention "totally ripped" as he says); he could not manage the hyper child off! Giving in to defeat, Axel turned around and yelped to sudden eye contact with the blinding sun. "Right," he thought. "Summer. Whoopee." Normally he would be as ecstatic as little Roxas here. But, his mom did ditch them for some big –shot billionaire she met during Axel's graduation party. Not that he was complaining – he loved Roxas more than himself! And that is hard love to gain from Axel. But it was a little much to have all that responsibility dumped on you at once. After he regained his focus, he realized Roxas had gotten bored and began to explore the new house they moved into. Where did the little rascal go this time? Axel quickly threw on a tank – top and sweats pants. He put his hair into "messy – morning" ponytail and began to search for his brother.

"Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap! Why, God, why!" Axel thought as he discovered where Roxas had ventured to. Out of all the places in this house, why did he have to choose the attic? Axel raced up the steps and found Roxas under numerous boxes literally STUFFED with antics. "Roxas! Dude, can you hear me? Little man? Oh no…" Axel said as he began aggressively digging and tossing boxes – not caring what he broke – until he found a bruised and wounded Roxas on the floor. Roxas blinked and weakly opened his eyes and whispered a quiet, "Sorry. I didn't mean to -," but Axel put a light finger to his lips before Roxas grew unconscious. Axel had no hesitation as to rushing Roxas to the hospital. He just hoped the little guy would be okay.

"Axel. Axel? Mr. Strife, please wake up. We have good news." Said the nurse, vigorously trying to wake the sleeping man up. As Axel began blinking his eyes open, he quickly jumped out of his seat with a million questions flying out of his mouth. "Is he okay? Is he dead? Where is he? How long have I been asleep? Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" The nurse, growing impatient, put her hands on his shoulders and sat him back down. "Roxas is fine. We predict he will be waking up soon. You can stay as long as you would like." Axel sighed with relief. "Thank you, Nurse Xion. I'll just stay a little while longer." And she left with a nod. When she closed the door, Roxas's eyes began to flicker until he was wide awake. "Axel is that you?" Axel jumped at the voice but was soon overjoyed.

"Roxy! I thought I lost you. Is there anything, I mean ANYTHING, I can do to make it up to you?" Axel asked. He then cringed at the thought of the obvious answer he was going to get: Camping Trip. Please no. Please, please, please -.

"I want a camping trip!"

Shoot.