What up peoplezez

I decided to re-post this old story because I thought it would help find inspiration to continue with the sequel to this series. I'm not sure how long it's going to stay up this time so bear with me on this.

I do not own anything from Psych; I do own my characters and this story

Enjoy

Casey was not in a good mood when he made his way to the line of cars at the entrance of camp Tikihana. This had by far been the worst camp experience he ever had. Not only did they have to leave early because some janitor got fried in the pool, but his own brother had bailed on him for the local pretty boy for the annual Piñata Making contest. As he made his way over to his dad, his mind was always trying to think up ways to get back at him the moment they got home.

"Hey, aren't you going to say hi to the old man who you haven't seen in a whole week?" his dad called out.

"Hey, old man," Casey said. "Can we go now?"

"We can't leave yet," his dad said. "Where's Drake?"

"Dad, I think he got abducted," Casey said.

Slightly miffed at the response, his dad began looking through the crowd of kids. After a few minutes of searching, he saw his oldest son still in the camp getting his picture taken with a piñata in hand.

"No, there he is," he said. "Hey Drake!"

As Casey through his bag in the back of the truck, Drake waved and began making his way over. Somehow the way didn't go unnoticed by the younger sibling.

"Ugh, perfect," Casey groaned. "Step on it".

Confused, his dad looked between his two kids. Surprisingly, another kid with a ribbon in hand was walking next to him. After a few moments of contemplating, he began to put it together.

"You two didn't team up for the big piñata contest this year, did you?" he asked.

"No," Casey said. "He ditched me for pretty boy Jason Cunningham who wins every year, and I got stuck with the kid who wore the jacket all week".

Sure enough, a kid with a bright yellow thermal was walking past with his mother. As they passed the father and son, the kid couldn't help but wave at Casey.

"It's a million degrees out," Casey yelled. "Why don't you go live on Hoth, you freak?"

This put a damper on the kid's enthusiasm as he scurried away with his mother, leaving Casey and his dad's full attention on waiting for Drake to get to them. As they got closer, his dad recognized Jason as the kid Drake always hung out with when he wasn't anywhere near those prankster buddies of his. Sure enough, when they got within hearing range, they were still talking.

"You keep the piñata," Drake said.

"Okay," Jason replied. "Then you keep the ribbon, Killer Bee. I insist".

After exchanging the stuff, the two did some corny high five before going their separate ways. As Jason made his way over to his parents, Drake went over to Casey and their dad.

"Hey Drake," their dad said. "How was camp?"

"Eventful," Drake said.

After throwing his bag in the back, Drake hopped in and sat next to Casey, who was determinedly avoiding looking at his brother. Their dad followed him in and after starting the truck they took off for home.

"Hey Killer Bee, if you're looking for your knife, it's still lodged in by back," Casey said.

"Oh stop being a cry baby, Casey," Drake said. "Where's your clown piñata?"

"It wasn't a clown," Casey snapped. "And wouldn't you like to know".

Well, that was certainly interesting

Just so it'll make sense for the rest of the story, Casey and Drake are still kids at this point in time. When the story picks up, they are about the same age as they were when the series first started.

R&R plz

NITRO PSYCHO OUT!