It was a couple of days later at lunch when the announcement was made. There was going to be an obstacle race between any cabins that wanted to participate. The cabin that won would get pizza and pop.

Since the pop wasn't allowed at the camp this announcement got a lot of people excited. Especially Matthew's cabin. "If we win that race we could have our party," said Carlos.

"Why do we need the pop for a party? I thought that's what the beer was for," asked Matthew, slightly confused.

"Yes, but we finished it the night you got drunk," said Gilbert.

"Don't remind me..." Matthew groaned. The next morning after getting drunk he had a really bad hangover. On top of that Gilbert and Carlos were never going to let him forget what he did at all.

"If we try hard enough we should be able to win. All three of us are pretty athletic so it shouldn't be too hard," said Carlos.

"We should practice to increase our chance of winning," said Matthew.

"What's the point in practicing when you have the awesome me?" Gilbert chortled.

Alfred was walking past Matthew's table when he heard them talking about the obstacle race. He smirked as he walked away from their table. Now he had the perfect plan to get back at Matthew for getting him kicked out of hockey.

It was the night before the obstacle race and Alfred was putting his plan into place. He was where the obstacle course was going to take place with a jar of oil and a knife in his pocket. Each cabin had a location where they were going to start the race. Alfred found Matthew's cabin number and walked a few steps down the course.

He pulled the jar of oil out of his pocket. He took the lid off and poured the contents out in front of him. He went further down the obstacle course till he got to the rope swings. He climbed up the wooden beam to where the rope was attached.

He pulled out his pocket knife and slightly cut the rope that Matthew's cabin would have to use. He jumped off and started smiling.

"Try winning the race now."

It was the starting time for the obstacle race and Matthew was stretching with Gilbert and Carlos.

"Remember that if any one of us starts getting behind we have to stay with him," Matthew said. He was slightly worried that Gilbert and Carlos were going to run off and leave him behind.

"I will also remind everyone that we agreed that if anyone causes us to lose they will have to carry everyone's lunch trays for a month," said Gilbert while looking at Matthew.

Matthew glared back at Gilbert. "I won't slow us down. I'm faster than you think."

A counselor announced that it was almost time for the race to start. Everyone was lining up at their starting positions. Matthew was looking around and caught Alfred's eye. Alfred gave him a small smile which shocked Matthew. 'I guess he has gotten over what happened,' Matthew thought.

Matthew's attention went back to the obstacle race when a counselor started counting down.

"5…4…3…2…1…Go!" When the counselor said go everybody started running. After a few seconds of the race Matthew, Gilbert and Carlos slipped and fell. When they managed to get back up everyone else already had a head start.

They started running again and got to the hurdles. They managed to jump the hurdles smoothly and almost caught up everyone else. They then got to the swing rope. Gilbert went over first and was followed by Carlos. However when Matthew went to swing across the gap, the rope broke.

He landed in the mud pit below and Gilbert and Carlos had to help him out. By the time they helped him out, they were way behind everyone else. They tried their hardest to catch up but it was no use. They ended up finishing in last.

Matthew was bent over to catch his breath, when he saw Alfred out of the corner of his eye. Alfred was laughing while flaunting the trophy above his head. When he caught Matthew looking at him he smiled and waved at him.

Matthew narrowed his eyes as he put two and two together.

"That salaud!" cursed Matthew.

"What are you talking about Matthew?" asked Gilbert.

"Alfred rigged our course so we would lose."

"What makes you think that?" asked Carlos.

"The fact that he is laughing his ass off right now and that our rope broke. The ropes they use here don't break so easily."

"We don't have any proof that he did it," said Carlos.

"We don't need any proof," said Matthew. "We're going to get even."

Gilbert laughed. "Sounds like an awesome plan to me! What did you have in mind?"

That night Matthew put his plan into action. Gilbert, Carlos, and Matthew were all carrying bags when they snuck up to Alfred's cabin. Gilbert looked in the window and said, "They're asleep."

Matthew opened up the door and tiptoed in the cabin and was followed by Carlos and Gilbert. The cabin was slightly messy with pizza and cans of pop in the middle of it.

"They don't deserve the pizza. We would have won it if they hadn't cheated," whispered Gilbert. Matthew took a can of silly string out of one of the bags he was carrying.

"It's time for payback," whispered Matthew.

Gilbert had a can of whipped cream and walked over to Ivan. Gilbert looked at Ivan for a few seconds before he lost his nerve. "I'm not messing with him. I bet he'll know and curse me or something."

"I'll do it pansy," whispered Carlos. He grabbed the can from Gilbert and was about to spray it on Ivan's face when Gilbert grabbed his arm.

"Don't get his scarf dirty. If that happens I'm pretty sure he'll kill all of us!"

Carlos rolled his eyes and started putting the whipping cream on his face. Matthew went over to Alfred with the silly string. 'This is for all the trouble that you cause me,' he thought.

Gilbert went over to Toris to put the honey on him. Once Matthew was done he pulled out the string and started setting up the booby traps while Carlos and Gilbert started filling a bucket up with milk.

It took them an hour to set up everything in the cabin. As they were leaving Gilbert went back into the cabin. He came back out with the pizza and pop in hand. "We deserve it after all," said Gilbert.

"Let's go back to the cabin to celebrate," said Carlos.

The next morning Gilbert, Carlos, and Matthew were hanging out around Alfred's cabin. They were eating pizza and drinking pop while waiting for everyone to wake up. Matthew stood up and peaked in the window. "They're starting to wake up!"

Gilbert and Carlos joined Matthew in watching the scene unfold in front of them. Alfred was the first one to wake up and at first didn't notice his surroundings. It was when he tried to sit up that he noticed he was covered in silly string from head to toe.

"What the hell?" He started ripping off the silly string and put on his glasses. The first thing he noticed was the string put everywhere. He then saw Ivan's face and clothes were covered in ready whip except his scarf which spotless.

"What is going on," asked Toris. Alfred looked over and saw that he was completely covered in honey.

"I have an idea who did this," mumbled Alfred. He got out of bed and stepped right into something sticky that he thought might have been pine sap. Ivan started mumbling kol kol from his bed as he took off his shirt to wipe off his face.

Toris just stayed in his bed and tried to pretend that everything was a bad dream. When Alfred got up he leaned into the string an unknowingly he set into motion a booby trap. When he looked up he saw water balloons falling towards the TV.

"Shit! Not the TV!" He started running over to the TV when he slipped on the sap covering the floor. He managed to get up in time to protect the TV with his body.

The water balloons were filled with a sticky substance that completely covered Alfred. He sighed with relief when he saw the TV was safe.

Outside the cabin Matthew, Gilbert, and Carlos were laughing. "What were in those balloons anyway?" asked Gilbert.

Matthew barely stopped laughing long enough to answer. "Maple syrup."

"Surprise room check." The boys looked up to see Mr. Rome, the main camp counselor, with some other camp counselors.

"We'll check this one first," said Mr. Rome as he started walking towards Alfred's cabin.

"Merde! The bucket full of milk is still on the door," said Matthew.

He started running towards Mr. Rome and said, "Mr. Rome! You shouldn't go in there!"

Matthew blocked the door in an attempt to stop Mr. Rome from entering. "Why shouldn't I?"

"Alfred ate too much pizza last night so he threw up everywhere so it's a big mess."

"If someone threw up then I should go in to make sure he's okay." Matthew tried to protest but it was no use. Mr. Rome walked in and the bucket full of milk crashed down on his head.

Matthew nervously laughed. "I tried to warn you."

Alfred glared at Matthew and pointed his finger at him. "It's his fault. He messed up our cabin on purpose!"

Matthew couldn't help but retort. "You rigged the obstacle race so we would lose!"

"That's because you got me kicked out of hockey!"

"That was your fault as well!"

Alfred and Matthew were ready to fight when Mr. Rome got in between them.

"Stop it the both of you."

"He started it!" Matthew and Alfred yelled at the same time.

"It doesn't matter who started it! Both of you are in big trouble."

Gilbert and Carlos, who were watching everything through the window, slowly retreated.

Matthew and Alfred were standing in the counselor's cabin. They were trying to stand as far away from each other as possible. They were also glaring at each other while waiting for the camp counselors to speak.

They knew how much trouble they were in when both Mr. Germania and Mr. Rome were there to talk to them. And the unhappy looks that they gave them was also a clue to how much trouble they were really in.

"We don't tolerate fighting at our camp. And from what we hear you two have been fighting quite a bit," said Mr. Rome.

"It was his fault," mumbled Matthew.

"Bullshit," Alfred mumbled back.

Mr. Germania glared at them showing that he heard them. "It's even worse when we have fighting between siblings," said Germania.

"He is not my brother," said Alfred.

"I could never be related to him," Matthew retorted.

"They're not brothers?" asked Mr. Germania with a confused look on his face.

"No. They're just look-a-likes," explained Mr. Rome.

Mr. Germania raised an eyebrow. "They look so similar you would think…"

Mr. Rome got up and stood in front of Matthew and Alfred. He looked at both of them in the face before continuing. "Obviously the both of you are in trouble. Taking away privileges apparently won't work for the two of you so we're going to try a different approach. You two will do everything together from now on. This includes meals, activities, and sharing a cabin."

"Hopefully the two of you can find a way to get along before you kill each other," Mr. Germania added.

Alfred and Matthew just stood there, too shocked for words. They realized then that there plans had backfired.

Alfred and Matthew were both sulking when they were dragging their stuff to the new cabin. The fact that they had to be in close proximity with their enemy wasn't making them any happier. It also didn't help that everybody in the camp was acting too damn cheerful when following them.

"Why the hell is our cabin so far away?" mumbled Alfred. Once again he was having issues carrying his bags and he was starting to get tired. He tried shifting his grasp on his bags, but that didn't help at all.

"This is your entire fault…again," hissed Matthew.

"You're accusing me? Last time I checked it was you trashing my cabin that got us into trouble in the first place," Alfred hissed back.

"That's because you rigged the race!"

"Revenge for getting me kicked out of hockey!"

Matthew and Alfred were glaring at each other so it took them a while for them to notice that Mr. Rome stopped.

"Go back to your activities," Mr. Rome yelled to the crowd following them. The camp members cheered and ran off to whatever they were doing beforehand.

Mr. Rome shifted his attention back to Alfred and Matthew. "This is your cabin from now till the end of camp. Try not to kill each other before dinner." And with that Mr. Rome walked away leaving them alone.

Alfred and Matthew dragged their stuff into the cabin and started unpacking. They did this without any more arguing or talking to each other. They had both decided that in order to survive the rest of summer they were just going to ignore each other.

Salaud is French for bastard. Merde is French for shit. Not much else to say other than review please!