IHateCamp

Sorry I took so long to update I've been really busy. Anyway here is chapter two.

Just so you know- I own nothing!

Chapter 2: Meeting the Others

Two weeks after the fire encounter, it was the last day of school before summer break. Which meant it was the last day Freddie and Carly could spend together before Freddie went off to Camp Happy.

The two were currently making out at Carly's locker. They broke apart for air and rested their foreheads together.

"I'll miss you," Carly muttered quietly and Freddie gave a small sigh.

"I'll miss you too. I really don't want to go," he admitted and Carly nodded.

"It'll be so boring. I have to go a whole summer without you," Carly said with a sigh. "What am I meant to do all the time?"

Freddie looked at the ground. He hated how Carly always made problems about her. To everyone she seemed perfect but he knew her better. I mean he loved her and all but when he had a problem like this one; Carly still seemed to turn it round so it was about her. It seemed that whenever someone else got the attention Carly had to take it from them.

"Look on the bright side, Carly," Freddie told his girlfriend who was waiting for an answer to her previous comment. "You'll have Wendy and Shannon and Valerie to hang out with. I've got to go to this camp where I don't even know anyone."

Carly shrugged and before she could say anything else the bell rang.

"Oh well. There's the bell. I better get to class," she kissed his cheek and ran off.

Freddie sighed and slowly trudged towards his first class for the day. He had a feeling this was going to be the worst summer of his life.

*_*_*_*_*_*_*

The very next day Freddie had to get up at 5:00am. The mini-bus for the counsellors was picking him up at 6:30. When the bus pulled up outside the apartments, Freddie gave a sigh his mother kissed his cheek.

"Bye mum," he muttered. He was still depressed about spending summer at camp.

"I'll miss you, Freddie. Have fun and be safe," Marissa said. "Remember your lotion and your medicine and your..."

Freddie ran out the apartment and slammed the door quickly before his mother really got into one of her rants about safety. He pressed the button and waited for the main elevator to arrive when it did, Freddie got in and the button which took him to the bottom floor.

He exited the elevator and was too depressed to listen to Lewbert screaming at him to get out of his lobby. Freddie exited Bushwell Plaza and walked onto the white mini-bus.

On the mini-bus there were five other people. Well six if you include the driver. The driver was a big fat man who wore a dark blue pair of trousers a white shirt and a dark blue jacket that matched his trousers. He grinned at Freddie who mustered up a small smile and then walked down the aisle and put his bag on an empty seat then flopped down onto the one next to it.

As the driver started to drive away, Freddie examined the other people on the bus. He guessed the guy sitting down the very front was the camp director, Brian Adams as he looked the most official and uptight. He wore a pair of beige trousers and a black shirt tucked in with black fancy shoes. Not the sort of thing you'd wear to camp. He also had one of those fancy hand free sets for your phone attached to his ear.

Freddie then took a look at the other counsellors. Sitting in the seat behind Freddie staring out the window was an African-American boy who looked about 17. He had a pair of basketball shorts and blue t-shirt with sneakers. He was tossing a baseball from one hand to the other.

Sitting across from the boy was the only girl on the bus. She looked about 17 as well. She had black hair with purple streaks through it and she was pretty pale. She had dark heavy eyeliner on and what looked like fake-eyelashes. She wore a black t-shirt with a purple tank top and a black mini skirt with black high heels. She had a big onyx ring on her right hand as she was tapping along to whatever song she was listening to on her I-Pod.

She must have caught Freddie looking at because she gave him a smile and a small wave.

Freddie looked up the very back where two boys were sitting talking. The first on looked about 16. He was a pale kid and looked nerdy with his fair hair in a bowl cut and glasses that reminded Freddie of the ones Harry Potter wore. He had on a red shirt with a white and red vest over it and brown trousers. The boy was small and weak looking but the other boy he was talking to looked completely opposite.

This boy must have been about 19 and had really short brown hair. He was massive and tanned with huge muscles. He wore a white t-shirt that showed off his muscles even more and a pair of baggy jeans.

Freddie gave a sigh and looked out the window. This was going to be a long summer.

*_*_*_*_*_*_*

When the bus arrived at camp a few hours later, Freddie grabbed his bags and got off the mini bus with the others.

"Alright you five," Brian said in a cheery voice. "Welcome to Camp Happy or for some of you welcome back. Now four of you already know each other but we have a new counsellor. Freddie Benson, he will be working with the 15-17 year olds. So make him feel welcome. Freddie you will be sharing a dorm with Eric so he will show you to the dorm. If any of you need me I'll be in my cabin."

With that Brian walked off happily in the direction of his cabin.

"Hey Freddie," the girl spoke to him in a soft and sweet voice. "I'm Frieda Howards; I'm taking the 6-9 year olds."

Freddie was a little surprised at how nice Frieda was. Just looking at her you would think she was scary and intimidating but she was actually really nice.

"Hi," Freddie gave a small smiled back to her. "I didn't realise there was 6 year old delinquents."

Frieda gave a small laugh.

"There is and a lot of them. I wonder if Timmy Randall is back this year?" she said.

"Please, Frieda," the big guy laughed happily. "Timmy Randall will be here until he becomes over-age for the camp. He's bad to the bone and no one can change that!"

"I don't think so, Danny. I think he just needs to be understood better," Frieda told him.

"Whatever. Anyway it's nice to meet you Freddie. I'm Danny Wilcox and I work with Frieda with the younger ones," Danny grinned at Freddie.

He was like Frieda. He looked huge and intimidating with his muscles and size and all but really he was all chummy with people.

"And I'm Eric," The African-America boy that Freddie was supposed to be sharing a dorm with. "Eric Sanders, I take the 9-11 year olds."

The other three all laughed at him and Eric looked round confused at them.

"Eric how many times need we remind you," the geeky boy laughed. "I take the 9-11 year olds and you take the 12-14 year olds."

Eric grinned and shrugged. Freddie gave a small laugh. The four of them all seemed like a big family. All making jokes about each other and having a laugh. Freddie wondered if camp wasn't as bad as he thought.

"I feel sorry for you, Freddie. You have to share with the guy who would put tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumb to shame," the geeky boy laughed. "Oh I'm Greg Hunter by the way."

"Hi," Freddie waved slightly at them all. "So how many years have you all been coming here?"

"This is my fourth year here," Danny smiled proudly. "It's Frieda, Greg and Erics second year."

"Oh cool," Freddie grinned. "So where is our dorm?"

Eric grinned and motioned for Freddie to follow him. The other three also came. The five arrived outside three cabins. One was smaller and Frieda went towards it.

"See you guys for dinner. I here Mary-Ann is cooking again this year," she said before entering her cabin.

The other three guys cheered but Freddie was confused.

"Who is Mary-Ann?" he asked and the others looked at him.

"The best camp cook ever," Danny said before running into his cabin with Greg close behind.

Eric and Freddie entered theirs. Freddie dumped his stuff on his bed and Eric did the same.

"You think you'll like it here?" Eric asked.

"Maybe," he said with a small smile playing on his lips.

So I know it was pretty long and nothing really excited happened but you had to meet the other counsellors but the next chapter will be better I hope.