NOTE: Well, after a week or two of crazy graduation, parties, exams,
Monkton, street shooting and whatever else it's finally SUMMER and I
finally have time to write more. Yay! Thanks sooo much for all the
reviews, they totally keep me going and I love you all for it!
To squid is awesome (yeah he is!) - sorry if that was a little confusing, all I meant by it was that all the campers expected Squid to tease her for crying, but instead he asked if she wanted help on her hole.
And did you know Holes doesn't come out on video till Sept 23! How will we ever wait that long?! Anyway, enough notes for now, on with the story!
The next day they were back out in the dried up lake, digging through the clouds of dust. Laney's hands had begun to harden, and she was having no more trouble than any of the boys with her hole. Q was still trying to master the art of using a shovel which towered above her, and was still fairly unsuccessful. KP was struggling proficiently with her first hole, getting caught up on all the doings in the camp, as well as bonding with the boys. Likewise, Twitch was working hard on his hole, throwing the dirt around spastically, only stopping to examine the sores on his hands.
Early midday the water truck appeared on the horizon, and the campers all scrambled out of their holes and waited in line anxiously.
"You surviving your first day?" X-Ray asked, directed at both KP and Twitch.
The two new campers nodded, and KP replied, "Yeah, managing. If I was awake enough to notice the pain it would be worse."
"Early mornings, less sun," Squid informed her, and she nodded in agreement.
Twitch was not saying much of anything, as his eyes slid along the road, watching the water truck's movements. It is not possible to say if this was because he was terribly thirsty (being his first day he had not rationed off his water well), or if he was mesmerized by the truck itself, and the tingling in his fingers that wanted to drive.
"Ugh, it's wicked hot today though," Laney remarked.
"Ain't it always?" Armpit shot back.
Laney laughed, "I suppose. I think my hair like... soaks up the sun cause it's so dark," she ruffled the sweaty spikes in the back of her head as if to rub out the heat.
"Here, it'll block out some sun," Magnet plucked his bandana off his own head and tossed it towards her.
Laney caught it and shook her head, "No way! I'm not taking your bandana! I'm the idiot who didn't think to bring anything for myself from home."
"I got tons back at camp," Magnet shrugged.
"But your head's going to burn today!"
"*Your* head's going to burn," He chuckled, reaching up to rub his nose and smudging a smear of dirt across his cheek, "I'll be offended if you don't wear it."
"Damn you," Laney said with a grin, and tied the bandana onto her head gratefully and skillfully, for she wore bandanas all the time back at home, "Thanks."
By this time the water truck had reached the crew and pulled up beside them. They all stopped talking in order to listen to Mr. Sir's pointless babbling as he filled the canteens.
"Yessir, those lizards go crazy jus' about this time a' year. It's cause a' the..." he paused for a moment as his eyes flickered towards Quimby's holes, which was about half as deep as the others. He looked back towards the kids and cleared his throat, "cause a' the winds. You best watch 'rselves, wouldn't want ta be bit! Haha. Ha," he cleaned the smile from his face, "Back to work, you lazy little terds."
He missed calling them girl scouts, but he figured that "terds" would have to do for the day. With his task complete, he drove back to camp.
"KP." "What?" she responded, looking around to see who had spoken her name. Zigzag sauntered up and sat down on the ground beside her.
"So umm...you've got your guitar with you?" he started casually.
"Yup, I've wanted one forever. I got it just before being sent here," she replied.
"Yeah, well... I know how to play a little if you'd like me to teach you sometime or something. I mean, if you're interested in have a instructor. If you'd rather just teach yourself of something that's fine too-" Zigzag babbled a bit, nervous about making the proposition.
But KP's eyes lit up with excitement, and she replied enthusiastically, "Really? Oh! I'd love to learn to play. You're sure you wouldn't mind?"
Zigzag seemed to relax once he had heard her response, "Yeah! Yeah. Umm... I'll find you after diggin'. Don't let the lizards bite!" He stood up and bounded back over to his hole, back to digging.
KP took a swig of water from her canteen, and looked around to find Laney. She *had* to tell her about this! She knew Laney would share in the excitement with her, but as it was The Hotness was already fast at work on her hole again, and so KP decided she'd have to wait to spread the news. She picked up her shovel and stole a quick glance at Zigzag before continuing to dig away as fast as she could.
********
Back at camp, while the other campers were hanging out in the wreck room, KP and Zigzag sat together during her first lesson, trying to ignore the noise from inside. Actually, the noise from inside was mostly noise from Q at the moment.
By a stroke of luck she had been fooling with the dials and antenna of the TV (free to do as she liked with it now that Zigzag was preoccupied) and had happened to come across none other than The Mighty Ducks movie. Though the picture was fuzzy, and the audio barely perceptible at all through the crackling, Q was able to recite along with the entire scene (which just so happened to be the Jesse Hall speech). Everyone else in the room had stopped their games to stare at her with dropped jaws, all except The Hotness, who mouthed the words along with her silently.
When the scene had finished, X-Ray shook his head, and said nothing more than, "Woah."
Laney just snorted and remarked, "THAT was nothing. You should see this girl obsess, she has skill."
"I'm even better at stalking!" Q agreed.
The boys exchanged glances, not exactly sure what to say about that.
"That's what got us here in the first place, huh? Ha, those poor kids. You wouldn't believe it. This kid in my class named Connor, he was a prime target. She scared him to death, well, not that he wasn't already near dead anyway, what with being sick all the time."
Q squealed at the mention of the boy Connor, but everyone else in the room was perplexed. In an attempt to break the awkward silence that followed, Caveman said, "Well, that's uhh... I mean, it's really..." but he couldn't think of an adjective to use.
"Sketch," Squid filled in for him.
"Bob Dole says it is!" Q replied.
Again the boys were baffled, but this time Squid laughed warmly, before looking at his watch, "Bob Dole is my idol. Time for dinner, Sketch." And he and Q walked out of the room together, followed quickly by the rest of the gang, and lastly by KP and Zigzag, who stopped by the tent to dispose the guitar.
NOTE: Blah, romances or whatever. Heh. This chapter was a bit short and probably not as funny to people who don't actually know Q ;).
So I actually have no idea where I'm going with this story. It kind of makes itself up as I go, but as long as people keep reading I'll keep writing, I suppose =).
To squid is awesome (yeah he is!) - sorry if that was a little confusing, all I meant by it was that all the campers expected Squid to tease her for crying, but instead he asked if she wanted help on her hole.
And did you know Holes doesn't come out on video till Sept 23! How will we ever wait that long?! Anyway, enough notes for now, on with the story!
The next day they were back out in the dried up lake, digging through the clouds of dust. Laney's hands had begun to harden, and she was having no more trouble than any of the boys with her hole. Q was still trying to master the art of using a shovel which towered above her, and was still fairly unsuccessful. KP was struggling proficiently with her first hole, getting caught up on all the doings in the camp, as well as bonding with the boys. Likewise, Twitch was working hard on his hole, throwing the dirt around spastically, only stopping to examine the sores on his hands.
Early midday the water truck appeared on the horizon, and the campers all scrambled out of their holes and waited in line anxiously.
"You surviving your first day?" X-Ray asked, directed at both KP and Twitch.
The two new campers nodded, and KP replied, "Yeah, managing. If I was awake enough to notice the pain it would be worse."
"Early mornings, less sun," Squid informed her, and she nodded in agreement.
Twitch was not saying much of anything, as his eyes slid along the road, watching the water truck's movements. It is not possible to say if this was because he was terribly thirsty (being his first day he had not rationed off his water well), or if he was mesmerized by the truck itself, and the tingling in his fingers that wanted to drive.
"Ugh, it's wicked hot today though," Laney remarked.
"Ain't it always?" Armpit shot back.
Laney laughed, "I suppose. I think my hair like... soaks up the sun cause it's so dark," she ruffled the sweaty spikes in the back of her head as if to rub out the heat.
"Here, it'll block out some sun," Magnet plucked his bandana off his own head and tossed it towards her.
Laney caught it and shook her head, "No way! I'm not taking your bandana! I'm the idiot who didn't think to bring anything for myself from home."
"I got tons back at camp," Magnet shrugged.
"But your head's going to burn today!"
"*Your* head's going to burn," He chuckled, reaching up to rub his nose and smudging a smear of dirt across his cheek, "I'll be offended if you don't wear it."
"Damn you," Laney said with a grin, and tied the bandana onto her head gratefully and skillfully, for she wore bandanas all the time back at home, "Thanks."
By this time the water truck had reached the crew and pulled up beside them. They all stopped talking in order to listen to Mr. Sir's pointless babbling as he filled the canteens.
"Yessir, those lizards go crazy jus' about this time a' year. It's cause a' the..." he paused for a moment as his eyes flickered towards Quimby's holes, which was about half as deep as the others. He looked back towards the kids and cleared his throat, "cause a' the winds. You best watch 'rselves, wouldn't want ta be bit! Haha. Ha," he cleaned the smile from his face, "Back to work, you lazy little terds."
He missed calling them girl scouts, but he figured that "terds" would have to do for the day. With his task complete, he drove back to camp.
"KP." "What?" she responded, looking around to see who had spoken her name. Zigzag sauntered up and sat down on the ground beside her.
"So umm...you've got your guitar with you?" he started casually.
"Yup, I've wanted one forever. I got it just before being sent here," she replied.
"Yeah, well... I know how to play a little if you'd like me to teach you sometime or something. I mean, if you're interested in have a instructor. If you'd rather just teach yourself of something that's fine too-" Zigzag babbled a bit, nervous about making the proposition.
But KP's eyes lit up with excitement, and she replied enthusiastically, "Really? Oh! I'd love to learn to play. You're sure you wouldn't mind?"
Zigzag seemed to relax once he had heard her response, "Yeah! Yeah. Umm... I'll find you after diggin'. Don't let the lizards bite!" He stood up and bounded back over to his hole, back to digging.
KP took a swig of water from her canteen, and looked around to find Laney. She *had* to tell her about this! She knew Laney would share in the excitement with her, but as it was The Hotness was already fast at work on her hole again, and so KP decided she'd have to wait to spread the news. She picked up her shovel and stole a quick glance at Zigzag before continuing to dig away as fast as she could.
********
Back at camp, while the other campers were hanging out in the wreck room, KP and Zigzag sat together during her first lesson, trying to ignore the noise from inside. Actually, the noise from inside was mostly noise from Q at the moment.
By a stroke of luck she had been fooling with the dials and antenna of the TV (free to do as she liked with it now that Zigzag was preoccupied) and had happened to come across none other than The Mighty Ducks movie. Though the picture was fuzzy, and the audio barely perceptible at all through the crackling, Q was able to recite along with the entire scene (which just so happened to be the Jesse Hall speech). Everyone else in the room had stopped their games to stare at her with dropped jaws, all except The Hotness, who mouthed the words along with her silently.
When the scene had finished, X-Ray shook his head, and said nothing more than, "Woah."
Laney just snorted and remarked, "THAT was nothing. You should see this girl obsess, she has skill."
"I'm even better at stalking!" Q agreed.
The boys exchanged glances, not exactly sure what to say about that.
"That's what got us here in the first place, huh? Ha, those poor kids. You wouldn't believe it. This kid in my class named Connor, he was a prime target. She scared him to death, well, not that he wasn't already near dead anyway, what with being sick all the time."
Q squealed at the mention of the boy Connor, but everyone else in the room was perplexed. In an attempt to break the awkward silence that followed, Caveman said, "Well, that's uhh... I mean, it's really..." but he couldn't think of an adjective to use.
"Sketch," Squid filled in for him.
"Bob Dole says it is!" Q replied.
Again the boys were baffled, but this time Squid laughed warmly, before looking at his watch, "Bob Dole is my idol. Time for dinner, Sketch." And he and Q walked out of the room together, followed quickly by the rest of the gang, and lastly by KP and Zigzag, who stopped by the tent to dispose the guitar.
NOTE: Blah, romances or whatever. Heh. This chapter was a bit short and probably not as funny to people who don't actually know Q ;).
So I actually have no idea where I'm going with this story. It kind of makes itself up as I go, but as long as people keep reading I'll keep writing, I suppose =).