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Spinelli Woods, Esq.: Heh heh, you never know with these guys what's gonna happen! I know, Lawson cracks me up, although he is kinda mean to Vince (but then, Vince is mean back). I always liked the funny guys. Keep reading!
LilVickiRyan: Well, it's gonna be a while for these guys to start getting along, so please be patient and keep reading!
Chapter Four: Just One Puff
Things were already horrible before the guys got put in the same cabin. Who knew what would go on now that they were apparently and hopelessly stuck with each other for the next two weeks? When Lawson's parents had sent him up there on punishment, he thought they were on some kind of drug. How the heck could going to camp a form of punishment? Well, now he knew, and this was the most ridiculous thing to have ever happened. Dang, and it was all Jocko and the guys' fault too...
* * * * * FLASHBACK (to night before)* * * * *
It was about nine o'clock that night when Lawson finally found his "friends" hanging out behind some dumpster in an alley. He had been running around trying to find them for nearly an hour. For some reason, those guys didn't understand that a device called the telephone had been invented so that this sort of situation wouldn't happen.
"Geez, have you guys been here all night?" he asked, tiredly walking over to them.
"Uh, yeah? I would've called, but my mom was on the phone," Buster told him, whose eyes looked dark around the edges.
"Yeah, and my brother was yakking to his girlfriend," Jocko added, who looked nearly as unhealthy looking as Buster.
"What an excuse, it's called coming over and telling me--," Lawson started but then he noticed something. Everyone of them--Jocko, Buster, Carrillo, Chewie, and Chucko--had a puffing cigarette in their mouth.
"What the heck are you guys doing with those cancer sticks?" he asked, in a slight case of shock.
"Huh? Oh, these?" Chewie asked, taking his out of his mouth for a brief second to talk. "Aw, Chucko's brother had them sitting out so he swiped them for us."
"Yeah, and since nobody was at home, it was easy," Chucko added, taking the pack out of his pocket. "You want one?" he offered.
Lawson was feeling a little uncomfortable about this. His dad had given him so many lectures about this kind of thing, that he had practically memorized them. But he'd never actually had to register what it meant until right now. On the one hand, he didn't want to end up getting lung cancer just from one time, but on the other hand, he didn't want to look like a dummy in front of the guys. Man, this was ridiculous, twelve-year-olds shouldn't have to deal with this!
Jocko finally came to his rescue...sort of. "Aw, he ain't gonna take it! His parents would be so mad, they'd hit the roof and keep on going till they reached Mars!"
It would have been okay if everybody hadn't snickered afterwards, which made Lawson pretty mad. He hated it when he was the butt of a joke, even a little one, so he grabbed Chucko's cigarette out of his hand, put it in his mouth, inhaled it--then started gagging and coughing like crazy. Boy, that made that guys laugh. Carrillo was practically rolling on the ground. Lawson felt his eyes watering up, and who would have ever guessed that just one puff would make a guy sick to his stomach (A/N: I've never smoked, so I don't know the first-time symptoms!)
"Gah, how can you guys handle that?" he choked out, slowly being able to breathe again.
"Aw, it takes some gettin' used to," Chewie explained, finally catching his breath after laughing so hard. "Oh man, I've never laughed so hard in my life, maybe next time we should get you try some beer."
Next time? Lawson wasn't sure if he WANTED a next time. He handed Chucko his cigarette back, and swore he was NEVER gonna touch one of those things again.
"Hey, let's go see if anything's playing at the MovieDome," Buster suggested, which got everyone's approval.
These guys were starting to turn weird, Lawson realized. Why the hang did they have to go off and do this all of a sudden? He didn't know, but at the present moment he didn't want to be by himself at this time of night, so he followed them all to the MovieDome anyway. He could already smell smoke on his tee-shirt. Hopefully his parents never found out about this...
* * * * *END FLASHBACK* * * * *
That's what was going through Lawson's head as everybody hustled their way to their cabins. He, Bob, and Vince were in Cabin 13 (lucky them). The outside of it resembled an actual cabin, which had to be a joke. It was made of wood, had these ugly green shutters (which needed repairing), a rickety looking door, and squeaky floorboards. The inside wasn't much better: A bunkbed and a single cot was in there, a little nightstand/dresser thing, and two electrical plugs.
"At least there's a place to hook up my alarm clock," Vince said to no one in particular.
"Alarm clock?" Bob asked. "What's that for?"
"So I can get up and run at five in the morning," he explained, as if getting up before the sun was normal.
"FIVE in the MORNING?!" Lawson exclaimed. "What kind of kid gets up at THAT hour?"
"One who wants to win," Vince smirked as they walked in.
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Sorry if it sucked, I couldn't think of anything for this chappie so I stuck in one of my beloved flashback sequences in there! Wow, five in the morning, I don't think I could hardly walk at that hour, lol! What's gonna happen once camp actually gets started? Gotta keep reading to find out! PLZ review!
Spinelli Woods, Esq.: Heh heh, you never know with these guys what's gonna happen! I know, Lawson cracks me up, although he is kinda mean to Vince (but then, Vince is mean back). I always liked the funny guys. Keep reading!
LilVickiRyan: Well, it's gonna be a while for these guys to start getting along, so please be patient and keep reading!
Chapter Four: Just One Puff
Things were already horrible before the guys got put in the same cabin. Who knew what would go on now that they were apparently and hopelessly stuck with each other for the next two weeks? When Lawson's parents had sent him up there on punishment, he thought they were on some kind of drug. How the heck could going to camp a form of punishment? Well, now he knew, and this was the most ridiculous thing to have ever happened. Dang, and it was all Jocko and the guys' fault too...
* * * * * FLASHBACK (to night before)* * * * *
It was about nine o'clock that night when Lawson finally found his "friends" hanging out behind some dumpster in an alley. He had been running around trying to find them for nearly an hour. For some reason, those guys didn't understand that a device called the telephone had been invented so that this sort of situation wouldn't happen.
"Geez, have you guys been here all night?" he asked, tiredly walking over to them.
"Uh, yeah? I would've called, but my mom was on the phone," Buster told him, whose eyes looked dark around the edges.
"Yeah, and my brother was yakking to his girlfriend," Jocko added, who looked nearly as unhealthy looking as Buster.
"What an excuse, it's called coming over and telling me--," Lawson started but then he noticed something. Everyone of them--Jocko, Buster, Carrillo, Chewie, and Chucko--had a puffing cigarette in their mouth.
"What the heck are you guys doing with those cancer sticks?" he asked, in a slight case of shock.
"Huh? Oh, these?" Chewie asked, taking his out of his mouth for a brief second to talk. "Aw, Chucko's brother had them sitting out so he swiped them for us."
"Yeah, and since nobody was at home, it was easy," Chucko added, taking the pack out of his pocket. "You want one?" he offered.
Lawson was feeling a little uncomfortable about this. His dad had given him so many lectures about this kind of thing, that he had practically memorized them. But he'd never actually had to register what it meant until right now. On the one hand, he didn't want to end up getting lung cancer just from one time, but on the other hand, he didn't want to look like a dummy in front of the guys. Man, this was ridiculous, twelve-year-olds shouldn't have to deal with this!
Jocko finally came to his rescue...sort of. "Aw, he ain't gonna take it! His parents would be so mad, they'd hit the roof and keep on going till they reached Mars!"
It would have been okay if everybody hadn't snickered afterwards, which made Lawson pretty mad. He hated it when he was the butt of a joke, even a little one, so he grabbed Chucko's cigarette out of his hand, put it in his mouth, inhaled it--then started gagging and coughing like crazy. Boy, that made that guys laugh. Carrillo was practically rolling on the ground. Lawson felt his eyes watering up, and who would have ever guessed that just one puff would make a guy sick to his stomach (A/N: I've never smoked, so I don't know the first-time symptoms!)
"Gah, how can you guys handle that?" he choked out, slowly being able to breathe again.
"Aw, it takes some gettin' used to," Chewie explained, finally catching his breath after laughing so hard. "Oh man, I've never laughed so hard in my life, maybe next time we should get you try some beer."
Next time? Lawson wasn't sure if he WANTED a next time. He handed Chucko his cigarette back, and swore he was NEVER gonna touch one of those things again.
"Hey, let's go see if anything's playing at the MovieDome," Buster suggested, which got everyone's approval.
These guys were starting to turn weird, Lawson realized. Why the hang did they have to go off and do this all of a sudden? He didn't know, but at the present moment he didn't want to be by himself at this time of night, so he followed them all to the MovieDome anyway. He could already smell smoke on his tee-shirt. Hopefully his parents never found out about this...
* * * * *END FLASHBACK* * * * *
That's what was going through Lawson's head as everybody hustled their way to their cabins. He, Bob, and Vince were in Cabin 13 (lucky them). The outside of it resembled an actual cabin, which had to be a joke. It was made of wood, had these ugly green shutters (which needed repairing), a rickety looking door, and squeaky floorboards. The inside wasn't much better: A bunkbed and a single cot was in there, a little nightstand/dresser thing, and two electrical plugs.
"At least there's a place to hook up my alarm clock," Vince said to no one in particular.
"Alarm clock?" Bob asked. "What's that for?"
"So I can get up and run at five in the morning," he explained, as if getting up before the sun was normal.
"FIVE in the MORNING?!" Lawson exclaimed. "What kind of kid gets up at THAT hour?"
"One who wants to win," Vince smirked as they walked in.
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Sorry if it sucked, I couldn't think of anything for this chappie so I stuck in one of my beloved flashback sequences in there! Wow, five in the morning, I don't think I could hardly walk at that hour, lol! What's gonna happen once camp actually gets started? Gotta keep reading to find out! PLZ review!