Kennedy's POV
Waking up in a mass of bodies on grass that I'm basically allergic to is never fun. I sprang up and ran to the nearest concrete slab, trying to push all the close faces out of my head. The first one to notice I was up and having a minor panic attack on the concrete was Paloma, who walked over casually. "Are you… okay?" she asked. My cheeks flushed.
"I have weird fears," I told her. "Well and I'm allergic to grass so we're going to see how this turns out."
She gave me the thumbs up. I didn't know how to respond, so I just nodded slowly and looked back at the people on the grass. There was a slight hill so some of them were upright and some had their bottoms up. Kris, Michael, Tyler, Nathan, Mikey, the other Mikey, Gerard and… where's the third one?
"Frank?" I said, walking towards the group hastily, hoping that he was just hidden from my view from the concrete. "Jesus Werth, Paloma, where's the third My Chemical Romance guy?"
"Frank?" Paloma yelled, first looking around. Then she knelt down and shook Xanat awake. I decided to go wake up my boys, kicking them softly to avoid getting too close to the grass. "Xanat, wake up, Frank's missing just like Cameron. Cameron hasn't come back either."
The cool breeze made me tighten my grip on Tyler's shoulder. "Ow, what the… D, calm down," Tyler said, rubbing his eye. "What's going on?"
"Where's Frank?" Gerard said, patting the grass where I guess Frank had fallen asleep last night. "Oh, God, Mikey."
Both Mike and Mikey Martinez turned their heads, and I fought back a laugh. It was a serious moment but little things like that made me blow up inside. "Search and rescue parties for the day?" Nathan suggested.
"I think we should just all go back to our respective camps before anyone else disappears and head to the park rangers office to report this," Mike said. I nodded, tempted to pull the grass sticking out of one of his highlights. "Keep the girls safe."
I rolled my eyes, sick of how the guys think we're such wimps. Well, I'm not a wimp at least. I hope Xanat and Paloma aren't either. Once we were all fully awake we started the shorter hike back to the camp by the docks, near the ranger station and a haven while we try and keep ourselves together. "You guys, we're the only one who hasn't lost a member yet," Tyler said as we descended down a hill. "We're next. Oh God we're next."
"Shut up, shut up, shut up," I repeated, plugging my ears.
"Bro, one's the bassist and one's the guitarist," Mike said. We all turned to Kris, and I couldn't help but throw my arms around him. "It's okay, we're going to stick together and keep a look out. Nothing is going to happen."
The cool breeze came right as he said that and I shivered again. Kris or Michael, they weren't going anywhere.