AUTHORS NOTE: I don't own Holes, I don't own anyone FROM Holes, or the plot
of Holes, or the camp or anything that Louis Sachar made up.
The morning was equally as cold as the night before. And then morning changed to night, and night to morning again. Before they knew it, a week and a half had passed at Camp Vele Gaten. Stanley had become increasingly cold towards Hector, ZigZag had become increasingly spacey and intent on drawing. He spent most of his time at the Arts and Crafts cabin with Caty, Hector and Stanley. Of course, he wouldn't let anyone look at what he was doing. He sat in the corner of the cabin, and only spoke when he needed something, or when he was spoken to. And Squid had become increasingly mean to Caty, and the whole camp. He kept to himself most of the time, sitting on the dock of the lake and staring out at it. No one bothered Squid. He was intimidating. Although, there were several times where Caty had tried to make conversation with Squid after dinner, only to be shot down. You could feel the division in the air. Stanley wasn't normal with Hector, and he was equally as mean to Squid as Squid was to Caty. Hector tended to stray away from Stanley, or Caty whenever Stanley was around her. He found himself spending more and more time getting to know the girls of the camp. Which could be good or bad, which ever way you look at it. One afternoon, after lunch, the D-Tent gang and Caty were all reclining under the shade of the mess hall, spread out across the grass. Stanley sat up on his elbows and squinted, looking over at Caty.
"Hey, Caty?" There was a drowsy reply.
"Mmm...yeah?"
"Why does Kristen insist on being called Caveman?" No one had dared talking about that night, even Caty or Kristen. Kristen was far less cocky now. Something had defiantly happened once the D-Tent boys went to their respective sleeping area. Twitch shifted uncomfortably.
"Oh, that." Caty rolled her eyes.
"Yeah. Well?"
"It's hard to explain. Here, I'll show you." Caty said, and hoisted herself up. She left her shoes sitting in the shade as she began walking. Her black and pink checkered skirt swayed back and forth as she walked. She stopped and bent over to fix her thigh high striped stockings.
"Viva la Mexico!" Both Magnet and Stanley said in unison. No one could hear Hector scoffing in disgust over the laughter that ensued between the D-Tent boys. Stanley threw on his shoes and jogged over to join Caty. The day was hotter than most, and sweat glistened off of everyone.
"Where're we going?" Stanley asked. Caty walked a little farther, finally reaching the line of cabins.
"To my cabin." Caty said simply, adjusting the straps of her black tank top. Black. Not a good color to wear on hot days like this, where the sun never failed to beat down on any skin that was vulnerable.
"What for..." Stanley stopped talking as he watched Caty's hips climb up the small stairs to the cabin. Oh, life was good with girls in skirts. "Come on!" Caty said, holding the door open for him. Stanley scrambled inside, fussing with his hair and straightening his shirt. It was larger than the cabin let on. Housing five girls, a closet for each, a small living room and a section for Caty. It was obviously Caty's, since the bed had artwork of her name hung all over it. Stanley took in all of the cabin at once, and immediately went over to inspect her bed. It was small, and it looked broken in. As though she spent lots of time there. She had several blankets, the top one being of Tinker bell. Stanley smiled and ran his fingers across it. The cotton was soft and worn in as well. He inspected her nightstand, full of letters and glitter and pens and other things. He finally looked at the walls. Most of them were in big block letters like graffiti, colored in with colored pencil so well that it looked like spray paint. Some of them were in calligraphy, others in collages made out of different letters from magazines or other things.
"You did all these?" Stanley asked, reaching out to touch some of
them.
"What? Oh yeah. I like art. I like to draw." Caty replied simply with a shrug. She began rummaging through one of the other, smaller beds. She threw the pillow on the floor, and pulled up the blankets. Stanley waltzed over, smoothing back his hair again.
"Whatcha lookin' for?" He asked, sticking his hands into his back pockets. Caty stopped stirring as she pushed a piece of paper that had her name scrawled in calligraphy to the side.
"This. Look." Caty pointed to a piece of wood that had the carving 'CAVEMAN WAS HERE' on it. "It's been here since I can remember. Since before Kristen moved into that bunk. But she's insisted that we all call her Caveman because of it."
"Who wrote it?" Stanley asked quietly, running his fingers over the carving. "Beats me. We used what was left of the tents and things from Camp Green Lake. Or, what we could use. Most of the graffiti was things like, you know, for a good fuck, call Mister Sir at 555-5555. Or something." Caty rolled her eyes and sighed. "I wish people would do more constructive tagging."
"It's mine." Stanley whispered and then took a couple steps back.
"What do you mean, it's yours?"
"I wrote that. I did that when I was here."
"You're joking!"
"No. I'm not. I'm-" Stanley was cut off as Caty whirled around. There they were, face to face and no way of escaping. Stanley had pressed his palms against the wall to keep himself from falling over. Caty remembered the first day, and how all the D-Tent boys had called him Caveman. That was his nickname at Camp Green lake.
"Caveman." Caty said quietly, her brown and hazel eyes began to search his. There was silence for a moment, and then they kissed.
(INSERT DAWSONS CREEK SONG HERE. I DON'T WANNA WAIT FOR OUR LIVES TO BE OVVEERRRR)
The morning was equally as cold as the night before. And then morning changed to night, and night to morning again. Before they knew it, a week and a half had passed at Camp Vele Gaten. Stanley had become increasingly cold towards Hector, ZigZag had become increasingly spacey and intent on drawing. He spent most of his time at the Arts and Crafts cabin with Caty, Hector and Stanley. Of course, he wouldn't let anyone look at what he was doing. He sat in the corner of the cabin, and only spoke when he needed something, or when he was spoken to. And Squid had become increasingly mean to Caty, and the whole camp. He kept to himself most of the time, sitting on the dock of the lake and staring out at it. No one bothered Squid. He was intimidating. Although, there were several times where Caty had tried to make conversation with Squid after dinner, only to be shot down. You could feel the division in the air. Stanley wasn't normal with Hector, and he was equally as mean to Squid as Squid was to Caty. Hector tended to stray away from Stanley, or Caty whenever Stanley was around her. He found himself spending more and more time getting to know the girls of the camp. Which could be good or bad, which ever way you look at it. One afternoon, after lunch, the D-Tent gang and Caty were all reclining under the shade of the mess hall, spread out across the grass. Stanley sat up on his elbows and squinted, looking over at Caty.
"Hey, Caty?" There was a drowsy reply.
"Mmm...yeah?"
"Why does Kristen insist on being called Caveman?" No one had dared talking about that night, even Caty or Kristen. Kristen was far less cocky now. Something had defiantly happened once the D-Tent boys went to their respective sleeping area. Twitch shifted uncomfortably.
"Oh, that." Caty rolled her eyes.
"Yeah. Well?"
"It's hard to explain. Here, I'll show you." Caty said, and hoisted herself up. She left her shoes sitting in the shade as she began walking. Her black and pink checkered skirt swayed back and forth as she walked. She stopped and bent over to fix her thigh high striped stockings.
"Viva la Mexico!" Both Magnet and Stanley said in unison. No one could hear Hector scoffing in disgust over the laughter that ensued between the D-Tent boys. Stanley threw on his shoes and jogged over to join Caty. The day was hotter than most, and sweat glistened off of everyone.
"Where're we going?" Stanley asked. Caty walked a little farther, finally reaching the line of cabins.
"To my cabin." Caty said simply, adjusting the straps of her black tank top. Black. Not a good color to wear on hot days like this, where the sun never failed to beat down on any skin that was vulnerable.
"What for..." Stanley stopped talking as he watched Caty's hips climb up the small stairs to the cabin. Oh, life was good with girls in skirts. "Come on!" Caty said, holding the door open for him. Stanley scrambled inside, fussing with his hair and straightening his shirt. It was larger than the cabin let on. Housing five girls, a closet for each, a small living room and a section for Caty. It was obviously Caty's, since the bed had artwork of her name hung all over it. Stanley took in all of the cabin at once, and immediately went over to inspect her bed. It was small, and it looked broken in. As though she spent lots of time there. She had several blankets, the top one being of Tinker bell. Stanley smiled and ran his fingers across it. The cotton was soft and worn in as well. He inspected her nightstand, full of letters and glitter and pens and other things. He finally looked at the walls. Most of them were in big block letters like graffiti, colored in with colored pencil so well that it looked like spray paint. Some of them were in calligraphy, others in collages made out of different letters from magazines or other things.
"You did all these?" Stanley asked, reaching out to touch some of
them.
"What? Oh yeah. I like art. I like to draw." Caty replied simply with a shrug. She began rummaging through one of the other, smaller beds. She threw the pillow on the floor, and pulled up the blankets. Stanley waltzed over, smoothing back his hair again.
"Whatcha lookin' for?" He asked, sticking his hands into his back pockets. Caty stopped stirring as she pushed a piece of paper that had her name scrawled in calligraphy to the side.
"This. Look." Caty pointed to a piece of wood that had the carving 'CAVEMAN WAS HERE' on it. "It's been here since I can remember. Since before Kristen moved into that bunk. But she's insisted that we all call her Caveman because of it."
"Who wrote it?" Stanley asked quietly, running his fingers over the carving. "Beats me. We used what was left of the tents and things from Camp Green Lake. Or, what we could use. Most of the graffiti was things like, you know, for a good fuck, call Mister Sir at 555-5555. Or something." Caty rolled her eyes and sighed. "I wish people would do more constructive tagging."
"It's mine." Stanley whispered and then took a couple steps back.
"What do you mean, it's yours?"
"I wrote that. I did that when I was here."
"You're joking!"
"No. I'm not. I'm-" Stanley was cut off as Caty whirled around. There they were, face to face and no way of escaping. Stanley had pressed his palms against the wall to keep himself from falling over. Caty remembered the first day, and how all the D-Tent boys had called him Caveman. That was his nickname at Camp Green lake.
"Caveman." Caty said quietly, her brown and hazel eyes began to search his. There was silence for a moment, and then they kissed.
(INSERT DAWSONS CREEK SONG HERE. I DON'T WANNA WAIT FOR OUR LIVES TO BE OVVEERRRR)
