Prompt: CAN I GIVE YOU ANOTHER CHAI PROMPT BECAUSE THE FIRST ONE WAS SO GREAT it doesn't have to be shippy it can just be them interacting. the prompt iiiiiiis they have to be roommates for some reason idk why. oo (Submitted by secretelaborateplan on tumblr.)
Raimundo rather hated the way the band parents organized things for band camp, sometimes. When the band camp rooming information had come around, he, Clay, and Omi had specifically asked to be put into the same cabin. Of course, with his luck, their request form had been misplaced (Raimundo was sure Dojo had something to do with it, personally), and while Omi and Clay were, at least, put into the same cabin—along with Jack, whom, Raimundo had to admit, really wasn't that bad—Raimundo was stuck with none other than the band's other self-professed rebel and bad boy, Chase Young.
Upon finding out their cabin assignments, Kimiko had laughed. "Make sure you don't do anything you regret, Rai," she'd teased. "Whatever happens at band camp stays at band camp."
"Yeah, well, just make sure Ashley doesn't go all American Pie on you," he'd shot back.
"Personally, I'm more worried about Wuya," was Kimiko's reply as she crossed her arms over chest. "But you're rooming with Chase—you need all the luck you can get."
And luck, indeed, was something he needed, although it seemed as if it never was on his side after all. Almost immediately after the buses dropped them off at the little remote camp in the middle ofnowhere, and each of them had been given their nametags and cabin assignment, Jack was following Clay and Omi to their cabin, while Wuya and Ashley dragged Kimiko to theirs, and with Chase nowhere to be found, Raimundo adjusted his backpack, got a better grip on the handle of his saxophone's case, and trudged on alone toward cabin number four.
Chase was already there when Raimundo opened the door, organizing his belongings neatly by one of the two bunk beds in the modest cabin. He fixed Raimundo with an expressionless stare when the underclassman entered. "Since there are only two of us here," he began, "and neither of us intended on rooming with the other, I'm assuming you don't mind if each of us gets our own bunk."
Raimundo made a noncommittal sound and set the case on the floor beside the other bunk before shrugging off his backpack. "Works for me, dude." He sat on the lower bunk and watched Chase as he continued to unpack; the older boy had tied his long hair back—something Raimundo had only seen him do while dealing with the sweltering heat that only came with band camp season—and he saw what looked like the head of a dragon peeking above the collar of Chase's black T-shirt. Apparently, the section leader of the drumline had gotten himself another tattoo over the summer. "Anything else you wanted to add?"
"Just stay out of my way, Pedrosa, and I'll stay out of yours."
"Works for me," Raimundo replied as he stood and stretched his arms above his head before turning to his own belongings to begin unpacking. He was still uncertain as to what rooming with Chase would bring, but Raimundo could already see that this week was shaping up to be a very, very long one indeed.