Back home and back to the old lazy day routine… I stayed up all night because all the caffeine I had on the plane ride and my swarms of plot bunnies kept me up. I had a sore throat, coughed up some blood… Sick. Literally. I need to stop making bad puns. I'm lazing around in pajamas watching all the stuff I TiVo'd over vacation, scanning pictures (I have a dA! Check me out for furries, Hetalia fanart and other stupid shit! Flyingsaucerscout, same UN as here) and eating microwave egg rolls. And there's your look into Maddie's fantastical daily life. Like I said, I'm doing absolutely nothing and I had plot bunnies, so here's another chapter:

The camp woke up that morning to Reveille, courtesy of Roderich.

"Boooo!" Gilbert jeered from his bed.

"Shut up, Gilbert! Nobody asked you!" screeched an angry Elizaveta one cabin over.

"Gave it anyway! Sucks for you, Lizzy!" he relayed back.

"Fuck you!"

"Stop begging!"

"Fuck you in the ass!"

"Too bad you can't do that because you don't have a-"

"GUYS!" Felicia cut off the argument. "We have children at this camp!"

Another typical day at Camp Waterwings, I'm guessing… Matt put on his glasses and helped move the boys out of bed and usher them off to breakfast. The meal was slow going… Gilbert wasn't there for most of it. He often left for the kitchen to talk with the chef, or for Antonio's table to bother him. After breakfast, they all went back to make their beds, then finally it was time for morning activities. Each counselor hosting an activity was asked to go up and describe what they were to do, one at a time, and then the campers were called to sign up for whatever they wanted to do.

"We're shooting stuff. With arrows," Gilbert said simply.

"I'll be teaching you how to pitch," Natalia tossed a baseball between her hands as she spoke, a plotting expression on her face.

"We're paddling out into Lake Whatever-it's-called! Basic strokes and shallow water since it's the beginning of the year." Felicia brandished a canoe paddle cheerily.

"Wind's going strong today!" Antonio shouted through a piece of paper he'd rolled into a cone to make a megaphone. "Time to break out the windsurfing boards!"

"If you want to go to the waterfront but not get wet… I'll be there with a net and volleyball. I'll teach you how to spike if you come," Elizaveta promised.

"We're rock-climbing, dude!" Alfred shouted out.

A "Who are you?" from Kumajiro signaled that it was Matt's turn.

"I'm Matt… the new counselor…" He sighed, knowing he'd probably have to deal with this a lot. "A lot going on at the waterfront, huh? Well, if you want to kayak, I'll be down there."

Spots at the waterfront activities filled quickly, and the four counselors in charge of them- Elizaveta, Matt, Felicia and Antonio- decided to walk together while everyone who needed a swimsuit changed, back in their cabins.

"You know, if Gilbert is bothering you, you can always come to me," Elizaveta offered Matt.

"Thanks, but-" Matt started.

"Matt actually likes Gilbert, you know," Felicia informed.

"Yes! They're friends already!" Antonio added, nodding. He'd turned his piece of paper into more of a cylinder now, and was blowing Felicia's hair through it.

"Stop that, Antonio. What's with the paper, anyway?" Felicia pushed him away.

"Lovi wrote me a letter~" He hugged the note to his chest, sighing dreamily.

"My brother wrote you a letter? You guys live in the same building." Felicia snatched the paper. It read, 'Don't touch my things. Get your own sunscreen, bastard.' "Ah, I see."

When they reached the waterfront, Elizaveta was left to stay on the volleyball court while the other three walked along the beach to reach the boats. As soon as they were there, Felicia and Antonio exchanged a look, nodded to each other, then each took one of Matt's arms, dragging him behind the rack of kayaks and sat him down in the sand. Matt looked up at them, dazed. "Wha-?"

"We'll ask the questions, here, Matt." Antonio crossed his arms.

"Antonio happened to be walking by the younger boys' cabin during shower time, and he heard something strange." Felicia gave a meaningful look.

"You don't mean…?" But Matt knew exactly what they meant, and wore a look of despair. "The shower- I swear, it wasn't anything! Gilbert and I aren't-!"

"Oh my God! They're a secret couple!" Felicia squeaked gleefully. "I promise, we won't tell anyone!"

They heart a faint cough from overhead. "Yoohoo~" Mathias had turned himself sideways in his lifeguard's chair, feet kicked over the arm. "No promises here," he grinned.

"You're so stupid," Lukas had assumed an upright position, though relaxed with his elbow resting on one of the arms. "You're not going to gain anything from exploiting the new guy."

"Nothing but sweet, savory satisfaction! I love a good rumor!" Mathias threw his arms in the air.

"Bend it so that it looks like the new guy started it," Erik offered in his usual flat, emotionless tone..

"You don't know anything about whatever's going on!" Lukas objected.

"Exactly," Mathias assured. "Hey, could you guys stay close to shore? I don't feel like watching anyone, so just don't die, all right?" He shooed the counselors out to the water.

"I'm so dead…" Matt already knew his doom, trudging off to greet the campers who had signed up to kayak with him. Peter, among them, addressed him as 'Mommy', which quickly caught on with the others. "Dead a million times over…"

I feel like this was really rushed and too dialogue-heavy. Tell me if I need to fix this! Asspats for a nice chapter are cool too. (:

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