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Diclaimer: I don't know if I technically own anyone in here, but I put in some parents. I scrambled lives, too, so it's kinda weird, but remember, it's just fiction. I got the idea from Airborne (kinda) and I don't own that either, just on tape. lol I have no clue what some of the parents really look like so I made it up and I do not know some of the parents names, so I made up some of them, too.
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Summer In Cameron
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Adam Copeland got out of the car with him adopted brother, Jason. They grabbed their bags from the trunk and kissed their parents goodbye before heading into the airport. They were being sent to North Carolina for the summer to live with friends of their parents while they went on a trip/meeting in Austrailia. To tell the truth, the boys weren't too happy about it; they were perfectly capable of taking care of themselves.
They were silent until they reached the airplane and took their seats. Adam had tried as hard as possible not to break his dark mood when Jay had to go through the metal detector three times for having a penny in his pocket. Jay sat back in his seat and sighed as the woman on the intercom reminded them all to buckle their seatbelts for take off. He didn't like this idea of Cameron too much, but he didn't hate it as much as Adam seemed to. Actually, he thought it might be fun to go somewhere and be in a place that wasn't snowing nearly all of the time.
Maybe if Adam changed his mind, they could actually have a good summer.
Who knows, Adam was pretty stubborn when it came to things that he didn't like. Jay sighed again and looked over to where his brother was sitting, headphones on, seemingly slipping into sleep. Another sigh, what was he supposed to do all this trip if his brother was sleep? Talk to someone around him?
He looked at the woman sitting in the seat next to the empty one next to him. She was plump, slightly overweight, in a large purple flowered dress. She was piling sloppy airplane food into her mouth; or on her outfit, you couldn't really tell which one. Jay cringed and pulled a book from his carry-on. Boy was he happy when they landed a few hours later.
Adam sulked to the baggage claim, if possible, his mood even darker cause they were in Raliegh. Now they had to catch a train to Cameron. Adam didn't see why his parents didn't just drop them off at their aunt's house since they only lived the next town over in Quebec. He didn't buy that their parents wanted them to get more "outside experience" like Jay did.The two brothers grabbed their bags and headed out to the train deport on the other side of the airport.
The ride was long and silent except for that little girl who mindless roamed the train asking people to see her dolly and a few old woman who pointed out that if they didn't close up their bags that some one would steal their shit. Not exact wording, of course. As soon as the train came to a "complete halt", Adam and Jay headed to the outside pickup where they were supossed to meet Mr. and Mrs. Helms. Adam glanced around and, seeing no one that fit the description of who they were supossed to look for, he groaned.
"They ain't here. I knew that we shouldn't have come. Look at this place. It's a waste land. It's like... "Welcome to Grateful Dead City!!"" he mocked in a deep voice.
Jay shrugged, "Maybe they are just coming late. Or got lost or something. Who knows. We've never been here before."
"Look around you, bro, there's no way you can get lost out here. Looks like the whole town is just across the street. A grocery store and a jail, what else could they have?"
"A bank, a library, three major schools, a hamburger shop, a hair saloon, a movie theatre, an ice cream shop, and a park, among other things."
Adam and Jay turned to the voice that had joined their conversation. A somewhat tall, slender woman with dark shoulder length hair pulled into a ponytail, wearing a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, stained in some places with what looked like paint stood before them. A tall man with somewhat balding, lighter brown hair and grey eyes stood at her side. They looked exactly like what their parents had said, they had to be the Helms'.
"I'm Jaime Helms." the woman introduced, "This is my husband Gregory. Sorry that we were a bit late, we had to drop of Shane and some of his friends off before we came."
"It's fine." Jay said politely, shaking Jaime's hand, then Gregory's, "I'm Jay."
"I'm Adam. It's nice to meet you." Adam said, also shaking their hands. If he was talking through gritted teeth, he certainly wasn't showing it.
"Now, we gotta go pick up Shane and some of his buddies in about an hour, so that gives us about time for us to take you home, let you put your stuff away and drive down to Culler's to get the boys. Sound alright to you two?" Gregory asked.
"Yeah, that sounds great." Jay said, he and Adam following Gregory and Jaime to their car, a small, van-like structure that you could tell had a thousand different parts on it.
"Now you boys must be tired after your flight and train ride, plus the time difference, so I'll go pick up Shane and the boys; they're around you're ages, and you guys can settle in or whatever. Gregory will get you guys whatever you need and show you around; I'll pick up dinner on the way home. Do you guys like Chinese? There's a really good chinese store that the boys like to hang out in a lot. I've been dyin' to go there for a while."
"That sounds really good. Me and Jay love Chinese food, but you can't find a decent one by our house." Adam laughed.
"The boys love Chinese food." Jaime said, flipping through stations on the radio.
"Would you quit saying the boys when these two don't know who "the boys" are?" Gregory laughed at his wife.
"Well, "the boys" are our son Shane and a bunch of his buddies: Matt, Shannon, Jeff, Christian, Joey, Marty, Jason, and Mike. They are always together. It's mostly Shane, Shannon, Matt, and Jeff, though; that's who I have to pick up. They get together at some one's house and sit on teh roof with some sodas and food and talk and play around up there. Maybe, if you guys aren't too tired, you could join them. They stay out all night, they sound like they're having fun. We normally have to move them into the pool house at some time cause we need to get some sleep." Jaime said, laughing.
Jay looked at Adam with an I-Told-You-So look and Adam could practically hear him telling him "see, there's stuff to do here" in his mind.
Gregory turned into a small, rock strewn driveway in front of a somewhat small, two-story house. It had light, peeling in some places, blue paint and white-grey framed windows. Part of the roof slanted out and then straight, Jay guessing that was where Jaime was talking about the guys hanging out when they were at her house for the night. Gregory stopped the car in front of a small one car garage which was painted just like the house.
Peering inside the open garage, Adam could see that they could have put the car in there if they had wanted to. It was filled with bikes, half-open tents, tires, sports equiptment, boxes and other things that he couldn't tell what they were. Amazing it was all staying in there, there was so much stuff. Gregory turned off the ignition, unlocking the doors and getting out.
"Alright boys, home sweet home." he said as everyone else got out of the car, "Need any help with your bags?"
"No, I've got them." Adam said, hoisting his bags over his shoulders.
"I'm fine, too." Jay agreed.
Jaime took over the wheel, pulling back down the street after waving good bye. Gregory led them into the house, the front steps creaking just a little bit as they entered the living room. It was a a pretty large room, a small, worn out chair in the corner with the t.v, a flower patterned couch on the opposite side of the room. A bright light shone in the corner on a side table, the coffee table was in teh middle of the room. A Kitchen was the next room, a tan counter acted as a seperater. A door on the other side of the living room headed to a closet, a bathroom, and the master bedroom.
"You're welcome to anything in the fridge at any time." Gregory explained. "Next to the closet, is another door." he said, leading them to it, "This door leads upstairs. It's basically an attic. There's a bathroom, another closet, and an entertainment room, along with the room that you two can stay in. But let me show you the downstairs first."
Gregory led them out of the other door from the kitchen. It led outside onto a foyer-like porch. In turn, it had stairs that led down to a cemented porch. This part of the house was not visable from the front, so Jay guessed that it was somewhat downhill. It led to a white screem door with a wooden door behind it. A big glass window was planted in the wall to the right. Gregory pushed the door open, it creeked slightly.
Inside was just like a little apartment. It had a living room to the right. A big fluffy tan leather couch was placed against the was, next to a wooden side table. A glass and wood coffee table sat a few feet in front of it. A buffet with a large television sat against the far wall, different video consoles were hooked up to it, along with a thousand games. To the left was another kitchen. Down the hall was the laundry room, two pantry's, a bathroom, an office, and another bedroom.
"Back there is Shane's room, as you can see." Gregory said, talking about the sign on the front of the door that read 'Shane Helms', "The living room is the "permenent resting place of Shannon Moore", as the boys call it. Shannon stays here a lot and he always sleeps on the couch. You can eat anything or drink anything down here, it's like the boys own apartment, they're always down here. When they aren't outside or gone, that is.
If you don't feel like sleeping upstairs, you can always come down here and crash on the floor. Maybe Shannon'll even give up his couch and go sleep in the back with Shane. Quite a runt that on is." Gregory chuckled, "Don't let him get to you, though, he's a good kid. Just a little loud and bouncey. You can pile all your clothes in that basket over there. Jaime does the laundry three times a week, at least. You can play any of the consoles, watch any of the movies, doesn't matter. Just tell either me or Jaime when you leave the house.
If you go with the boys early in the morning, just tell them and they'll put your name on the note they leave us. You can always go out or something, just be home by curfew; 11 o'clock if you're out on your own. State curfew is twelve if you're out with the boys and Jaime and I expect you all to be home by then. I work every day and leave the house around eight. Jaime works four days a week, but only from ten til five. I don't get home til after nine since I work in another city.
You can go put your things up in the upstairs room, there are bunk beds in there, but we don't expect you to sleep there every night. Shannon'll be willing to share back here and I'm sure Shane will, too. Y'don't wanna be by yourself every night. Actually, you can sleep down here whenever you want, you don't even have to sleep in that upstairs room. Ah, just put your stuff down by the couch." Gregory said, picking up a few soda cans and throwing them in the kitchen garbage, "There isn't too much food down here, it's mostly drinks and pasta. But you're welcome to everything."
Adam kept his thoughts to himself, of course, but he was starting to thing that this just might not be so bad.
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a/n- Whew, now I gotta go!
Diclaimer: I don't know if I technically own anyone in here, but I put in some parents. I scrambled lives, too, so it's kinda weird, but remember, it's just fiction. I got the idea from Airborne (kinda) and I don't own that either, just on tape. lol I have no clue what some of the parents really look like so I made it up and I do not know some of the parents names, so I made up some of them, too.
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Summer In Cameron
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Adam Copeland got out of the car with him adopted brother, Jason. They grabbed their bags from the trunk and kissed their parents goodbye before heading into the airport. They were being sent to North Carolina for the summer to live with friends of their parents while they went on a trip/meeting in Austrailia. To tell the truth, the boys weren't too happy about it; they were perfectly capable of taking care of themselves.
They were silent until they reached the airplane and took their seats. Adam had tried as hard as possible not to break his dark mood when Jay had to go through the metal detector three times for having a penny in his pocket. Jay sat back in his seat and sighed as the woman on the intercom reminded them all to buckle their seatbelts for take off. He didn't like this idea of Cameron too much, but he didn't hate it as much as Adam seemed to. Actually, he thought it might be fun to go somewhere and be in a place that wasn't snowing nearly all of the time.
Maybe if Adam changed his mind, they could actually have a good summer.
Who knows, Adam was pretty stubborn when it came to things that he didn't like. Jay sighed again and looked over to where his brother was sitting, headphones on, seemingly slipping into sleep. Another sigh, what was he supposed to do all this trip if his brother was sleep? Talk to someone around him?
He looked at the woman sitting in the seat next to the empty one next to him. She was plump, slightly overweight, in a large purple flowered dress. She was piling sloppy airplane food into her mouth; or on her outfit, you couldn't really tell which one. Jay cringed and pulled a book from his carry-on. Boy was he happy when they landed a few hours later.
Adam sulked to the baggage claim, if possible, his mood even darker cause they were in Raliegh. Now they had to catch a train to Cameron. Adam didn't see why his parents didn't just drop them off at their aunt's house since they only lived the next town over in Quebec. He didn't buy that their parents wanted them to get more "outside experience" like Jay did.The two brothers grabbed their bags and headed out to the train deport on the other side of the airport.
The ride was long and silent except for that little girl who mindless roamed the train asking people to see her dolly and a few old woman who pointed out that if they didn't close up their bags that some one would steal their shit. Not exact wording, of course. As soon as the train came to a "complete halt", Adam and Jay headed to the outside pickup where they were supossed to meet Mr. and Mrs. Helms. Adam glanced around and, seeing no one that fit the description of who they were supossed to look for, he groaned.
"They ain't here. I knew that we shouldn't have come. Look at this place. It's a waste land. It's like... "Welcome to Grateful Dead City!!"" he mocked in a deep voice.
Jay shrugged, "Maybe they are just coming late. Or got lost or something. Who knows. We've never been here before."
"Look around you, bro, there's no way you can get lost out here. Looks like the whole town is just across the street. A grocery store and a jail, what else could they have?"
"A bank, a library, three major schools, a hamburger shop, a hair saloon, a movie theatre, an ice cream shop, and a park, among other things."
Adam and Jay turned to the voice that had joined their conversation. A somewhat tall, slender woman with dark shoulder length hair pulled into a ponytail, wearing a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, stained in some places with what looked like paint stood before them. A tall man with somewhat balding, lighter brown hair and grey eyes stood at her side. They looked exactly like what their parents had said, they had to be the Helms'.
"I'm Jaime Helms." the woman introduced, "This is my husband Gregory. Sorry that we were a bit late, we had to drop of Shane and some of his friends off before we came."
"It's fine." Jay said politely, shaking Jaime's hand, then Gregory's, "I'm Jay."
"I'm Adam. It's nice to meet you." Adam said, also shaking their hands. If he was talking through gritted teeth, he certainly wasn't showing it.
"Now, we gotta go pick up Shane and some of his buddies in about an hour, so that gives us about time for us to take you home, let you put your stuff away and drive down to Culler's to get the boys. Sound alright to you two?" Gregory asked.
"Yeah, that sounds great." Jay said, he and Adam following Gregory and Jaime to their car, a small, van-like structure that you could tell had a thousand different parts on it.
"Now you boys must be tired after your flight and train ride, plus the time difference, so I'll go pick up Shane and the boys; they're around you're ages, and you guys can settle in or whatever. Gregory will get you guys whatever you need and show you around; I'll pick up dinner on the way home. Do you guys like Chinese? There's a really good chinese store that the boys like to hang out in a lot. I've been dyin' to go there for a while."
"That sounds really good. Me and Jay love Chinese food, but you can't find a decent one by our house." Adam laughed.
"The boys love Chinese food." Jaime said, flipping through stations on the radio.
"Would you quit saying the boys when these two don't know who "the boys" are?" Gregory laughed at his wife.
"Well, "the boys" are our son Shane and a bunch of his buddies: Matt, Shannon, Jeff, Christian, Joey, Marty, Jason, and Mike. They are always together. It's mostly Shane, Shannon, Matt, and Jeff, though; that's who I have to pick up. They get together at some one's house and sit on teh roof with some sodas and food and talk and play around up there. Maybe, if you guys aren't too tired, you could join them. They stay out all night, they sound like they're having fun. We normally have to move them into the pool house at some time cause we need to get some sleep." Jaime said, laughing.
Jay looked at Adam with an I-Told-You-So look and Adam could practically hear him telling him "see, there's stuff to do here" in his mind.
Gregory turned into a small, rock strewn driveway in front of a somewhat small, two-story house. It had light, peeling in some places, blue paint and white-grey framed windows. Part of the roof slanted out and then straight, Jay guessing that was where Jaime was talking about the guys hanging out when they were at her house for the night. Gregory stopped the car in front of a small one car garage which was painted just like the house.
Peering inside the open garage, Adam could see that they could have put the car in there if they had wanted to. It was filled with bikes, half-open tents, tires, sports equiptment, boxes and other things that he couldn't tell what they were. Amazing it was all staying in there, there was so much stuff. Gregory turned off the ignition, unlocking the doors and getting out.
"Alright boys, home sweet home." he said as everyone else got out of the car, "Need any help with your bags?"
"No, I've got them." Adam said, hoisting his bags over his shoulders.
"I'm fine, too." Jay agreed.
Jaime took over the wheel, pulling back down the street after waving good bye. Gregory led them into the house, the front steps creaking just a little bit as they entered the living room. It was a a pretty large room, a small, worn out chair in the corner with the t.v, a flower patterned couch on the opposite side of the room. A bright light shone in the corner on a side table, the coffee table was in teh middle of the room. A Kitchen was the next room, a tan counter acted as a seperater. A door on the other side of the living room headed to a closet, a bathroom, and the master bedroom.
"You're welcome to anything in the fridge at any time." Gregory explained. "Next to the closet, is another door." he said, leading them to it, "This door leads upstairs. It's basically an attic. There's a bathroom, another closet, and an entertainment room, along with the room that you two can stay in. But let me show you the downstairs first."
Gregory led them out of the other door from the kitchen. It led outside onto a foyer-like porch. In turn, it had stairs that led down to a cemented porch. This part of the house was not visable from the front, so Jay guessed that it was somewhat downhill. It led to a white screem door with a wooden door behind it. A big glass window was planted in the wall to the right. Gregory pushed the door open, it creeked slightly.
Inside was just like a little apartment. It had a living room to the right. A big fluffy tan leather couch was placed against the was, next to a wooden side table. A glass and wood coffee table sat a few feet in front of it. A buffet with a large television sat against the far wall, different video consoles were hooked up to it, along with a thousand games. To the left was another kitchen. Down the hall was the laundry room, two pantry's, a bathroom, an office, and another bedroom.
"Back there is Shane's room, as you can see." Gregory said, talking about the sign on the front of the door that read 'Shane Helms', "The living room is the "permenent resting place of Shannon Moore", as the boys call it. Shannon stays here a lot and he always sleeps on the couch. You can eat anything or drink anything down here, it's like the boys own apartment, they're always down here. When they aren't outside or gone, that is.
If you don't feel like sleeping upstairs, you can always come down here and crash on the floor. Maybe Shannon'll even give up his couch and go sleep in the back with Shane. Quite a runt that on is." Gregory chuckled, "Don't let him get to you, though, he's a good kid. Just a little loud and bouncey. You can pile all your clothes in that basket over there. Jaime does the laundry three times a week, at least. You can play any of the consoles, watch any of the movies, doesn't matter. Just tell either me or Jaime when you leave the house.
If you go with the boys early in the morning, just tell them and they'll put your name on the note they leave us. You can always go out or something, just be home by curfew; 11 o'clock if you're out on your own. State curfew is twelve if you're out with the boys and Jaime and I expect you all to be home by then. I work every day and leave the house around eight. Jaime works four days a week, but only from ten til five. I don't get home til after nine since I work in another city.
You can go put your things up in the upstairs room, there are bunk beds in there, but we don't expect you to sleep there every night. Shannon'll be willing to share back here and I'm sure Shane will, too. Y'don't wanna be by yourself every night. Actually, you can sleep down here whenever you want, you don't even have to sleep in that upstairs room. Ah, just put your stuff down by the couch." Gregory said, picking up a few soda cans and throwing them in the kitchen garbage, "There isn't too much food down here, it's mostly drinks and pasta. But you're welcome to everything."
Adam kept his thoughts to himself, of course, but he was starting to thing that this just might not be so bad.
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a/n- Whew, now I gotta go!