Marshmallows Roasting Over an Open Fire
By the Angel
A/N: As Rufus said to me in a review, yes, I know that his real name is Chris Irvine, and I am also aware that his father was a hockey player. Thanks to all who reviewed!
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"Stephanie, I see you're…" Vince McMahon entered his daughter's entirely pink room. He looked around her bed, which was filled with three whole FULL suitcases that almost busted the zipper. "Packed." He finished. "Are you sure you're going to need all those clothes?" He mumbled.
Stephanie giggled and pulled her glossy brown hair into a ponytail. "Daddy," She mused, "this is my accessories. I didn't even pack my clothes yet!" Vince stared at the mess on her bed again. He clasped a hand on the dresser to keep from screaming.
"Only ONE bag for accessories." He said simply. Stephanie pouted. "But daddy! Don't you want me to be the prettiest girl there? Don't you want me to turn heads, don't you want me too—"
"ONE bag." Vince repeated. Stephanie pouted. "Where is this camp anyway?"
Vince scratched his neck. "Camp Tin Trees in New Jersey." Stephanie nodded and unzipped one suitcase. "Thatta girl." Stephanie grinned sweetly as Vince closed the door behind him. She rolled her eyes.
"ONE bag?" She repeated desperately. She unzipped the first bag and rummaged through it. "Lip gloss, eye shadow, nail polish, nail filer, glitter…" She rattled off the contents of the bag. She opened the second. "Hair holders, hair headbands, bandannas…" She droned on to her stuff animals, and then she opened the third bag. "Laptop, cell phone, digital camera, planner…" She frowned. "How do I choose?"
And then she set off for a big enough bag to fit everything.
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"Ninety nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety nine bottles of beer…" Shane sang off key. He tapped his window and flicked a spitball at Stephanie. "Daddy! Shane threw a spitball at me!" She whined.
Vince ignored the most recent 'catastrophe' and threw money in the tollbooth. "Why are there so many damn tollbooths in Jersey?" He mumbled. Stephanie pouted. "Mom—" Linda grabbed her temples. "Shane, stop it."
Stephanie smirked at her brother and he gave her a finger gesture. Her lip trembled. "Mom! Shane gave me the—" Linda was thanking god she wouldn't have to hear her daughter's voice again until August 30th.
"I don't understand why I had to come, Mom." Shane moaned. "I am eighteen! I think I can stay alone for a few hours." Vince made a left and snorted. "Not a chance, Shane. Last time we left you, you trashed the house with those Rodney, Pete, and Joey guys. I'd hate to see what they are going to be doing with their lives— They aren't going to amount to anything."
Shane rolled his eyes. "Ninety eight bottles of beer…" He continued. Stephanie slumped against her seat and frowned. "Daddy, when I grow up, I am going to stick by you with the WWF and never, ever leave your side!"
Vince moaned. "That's what I am afraid of…" He trailed off quietly. Linda hit him on the foreman. "Ow." Vince rubbed his eyes. "How many more miles to Camp Shit Trees?" Shane groaned. He wondered what would happen if he stuck his middle finger out the window.
"Don't you mean Camp Tin Trees?" Stephanie wailed. "I knew it! You want to send me away, to a crappy place, where the water monsters will kill me! I knew it!" Shane grinned. "See? And you thought she was stupid, Dad."
Linda glared at him, trying to be stern, but her mouth curved into a smile. "None of that, Shane." Vince pulled into a grassy lot. Stephanie stood up in the car, her head barely touching the ceiling. "This is IT?" She wandered around the grass as she got out.
Seven log cabins were surrounding the trees, the lake, and the horses stable. Eight women were in the middle of the area. "Welcome to Camp Tin Trees!" They shook Stephanie's hand. This will be the summer I will never ever forget…Stephanie thought.