Jude is a little different from most of the guys at camp. He's an alright dancer, an average singer, and just about average at everything else. Until we went to see Ella.
It was time for the Jr's to get measured for the Final Jam presentation. But it seemed like a battle field in the wardrobe cabin.
"No! Take them out and take them back!" Ella rushed trying to close the door. "I'm not ready. Oh god, at this rate I'll never be ready."
I was just going to take them to the docks but I noticed that Jude had snuck in under Ella's radar.
It wasn't hard to over look Jude. He was small, pocket sized even. But, he was absolutely charming.
"Miss. Ella, I like that one." Jude said, barely over a whisper and pointed to the dance team's black light costume.
Ella stared at him for a little while, trying to figure out how he got around her.
"Uh, thanks? That's actually the out fit I'm having problems on."
"Why?"
"Mista' Gree', Iz bez boring." Precious grumbled, tugging my jacket to lead me away.
"We can't go any where with out Jude." I reason with the girl, noting the grease stain on my clothes now.
Ella looked at me through the mesh windows with helplessness.
"I don't know what to do for the hands. I ran out of glow strips for the gloves and I don't have any black light material." She explained to Jude, trying to maneuver him back to the door.
"White." was all the said before running over to the fabric bins. "When ever I go bowling back home, the white always shows under the special black light."
He fished out what looked like an old t-shirt and handed it to Ella.
"You could cut strips out and glue them to the black gloves."
Ella's mouth formed a petite "o" and she scurried over to her table.
"Come on, Jude, we're going to let Ella work." I called into the cabin. Jude hung his head and mumbled out a sad "I was only trying to help."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa there!" Ella gasped, shutting the door between Jude and myself. "You can't take my McGiver! What if I need him?"
"I don't know Ella," I glanced back at the other Juniors and the boys had already taken the flinging dirt at each other. "Look, as long as he's having a good time, I don't see why he can't stay. Snack time is at three, drop him off then." I rushed, chasing a few lose ends.
A counselor's job is never done.
