The sun was shining despite the massive storm that occurred the night
before. The weather was cool and it was a beautiful morning. Birds could
be heard chirping in the distance and Dawson Leery felt upbeat. He carried
his luggage to his father's jeep and set it in the back. Meanwhile, Pacey
Witter lugged a heavy bag over his shoulder.
"Jesus Potter, what do you have in this thing?" asked Pacey, hoisting the bag into the jeep.
"A large selection of semi-automatic weapons Pacey. The ones I intend to kill you with." snapped Joey Potter, approaching the jeep.
"All I'm saying Potter, is you should have packed light. We're going to a six week summer camp, not a nuclear bomb shelter." retorted Pacey, putting his own duffle bag in the jeep.
"Bite me Pacey. I didn't pack that much. I think you're just a little lacking in the muscle department."
Pacey acted unfazed by Joey's verbal attack.
"Bite me? Good one Jo. I'll have to write that one down. What should I file it under? How does, shallow narcissist sound?" asked Pacey, rubbing his chin.
Joey glared ice daggers at Pacey and was about to respond, but Dawson intervened.
"Will you two give it a rest? I swear you're both acting like a couple of kids. We're suppose to be the camp councilors, remember, not the campers?" stated Dawson.
"Yeah, we'll she started it. She's been on my case all morning. Joey thinks I'm not whole heartedly in this said adventure of ours." informed Pacey, taking the passenger seat of the jeep.
"I swear Pacey, you're so melodramatic. All I said was that you're only working the summer camp as an easy way to pay off your community service."
"Oh spare me Potter. You don't fool me. You have your ulterior motives for working the summer camp too. You're not exactly Mother Teresa yourself."
"And what's that suppose to mean?" asked Joey, defensively.
"You can cut the innocent do-gooder act, Joey. The only reason you're a camp councilor is because it looks great on college transcripts." stated Pacey, matter of factly.
"Why you arrogant, self-centered..." growled Joey, but once again Dawson intervened.
Pacey put his fingers up, forming a cross as if to hold back the beast. He was thankful that Dawson had a hold on Joey's shoulders.
"Can we please act like civil adults, here? I think we can do without the bitter rivalry for a few days. Let's at least try to make a good impression on the campers, please." begged Dawson, still holding on to Joey.
"Alright Dawson, but just keep nimrod here away from me." replied Joey, taking a seat in the back of the jeep.
"Will do." sighed Dawson, coming around the jeep and taking the drivers seat.
Dawson started the ignition and took a deep breath.
"Capeside Summer Camp, here we come." sighed Dawson.
"Wait, what about Jenn and Jackers?" asked Pacey, making sure to avoid eye contact with Joey.
"Grams is driving them. We really don't have much room for them in the jeep anyway." informed Dawson.
Pacey was about to speak but Joey interrupted.
"If you say one word about my luggage Pacey, I swear to God I'm gonna brain you!" threatened Joey.
Pacey closed his mouth and made a fake zipper motion across his lips. Dawson smiled in spite of himself. His two best friends were always at each others throats and for some strange reason, he found it comforting.
"Next stop, summer camp." stated Dawson, taking the jeep out of the driveway.
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Jason moved through the woods and took heavy steps as he walked. He crushed limbs and leaves under his boots, and broke away branches on trees. He was a wave of destruction, no matter where he went. The massive killer had found the small town of Capeside and managed to make it to the woods unseen. He continued his journey through the wooded area and cleared his path destructively. Jason felt beckoned by an outside force, almost as if he were being called by a feminine voice, residing in the back of his mind. The voice told him to continue forward in search for a place. Where the place was, Jason had no idea? However, he knew that he would eventually find it and then he would make the sinners pay.
To Be Continued....
"Jesus Potter, what do you have in this thing?" asked Pacey, hoisting the bag into the jeep.
"A large selection of semi-automatic weapons Pacey. The ones I intend to kill you with." snapped Joey Potter, approaching the jeep.
"All I'm saying Potter, is you should have packed light. We're going to a six week summer camp, not a nuclear bomb shelter." retorted Pacey, putting his own duffle bag in the jeep.
"Bite me Pacey. I didn't pack that much. I think you're just a little lacking in the muscle department."
Pacey acted unfazed by Joey's verbal attack.
"Bite me? Good one Jo. I'll have to write that one down. What should I file it under? How does, shallow narcissist sound?" asked Pacey, rubbing his chin.
Joey glared ice daggers at Pacey and was about to respond, but Dawson intervened.
"Will you two give it a rest? I swear you're both acting like a couple of kids. We're suppose to be the camp councilors, remember, not the campers?" stated Dawson.
"Yeah, we'll she started it. She's been on my case all morning. Joey thinks I'm not whole heartedly in this said adventure of ours." informed Pacey, taking the passenger seat of the jeep.
"I swear Pacey, you're so melodramatic. All I said was that you're only working the summer camp as an easy way to pay off your community service."
"Oh spare me Potter. You don't fool me. You have your ulterior motives for working the summer camp too. You're not exactly Mother Teresa yourself."
"And what's that suppose to mean?" asked Joey, defensively.
"You can cut the innocent do-gooder act, Joey. The only reason you're a camp councilor is because it looks great on college transcripts." stated Pacey, matter of factly.
"Why you arrogant, self-centered..." growled Joey, but once again Dawson intervened.
Pacey put his fingers up, forming a cross as if to hold back the beast. He was thankful that Dawson had a hold on Joey's shoulders.
"Can we please act like civil adults, here? I think we can do without the bitter rivalry for a few days. Let's at least try to make a good impression on the campers, please." begged Dawson, still holding on to Joey.
"Alright Dawson, but just keep nimrod here away from me." replied Joey, taking a seat in the back of the jeep.
"Will do." sighed Dawson, coming around the jeep and taking the drivers seat.
Dawson started the ignition and took a deep breath.
"Capeside Summer Camp, here we come." sighed Dawson.
"Wait, what about Jenn and Jackers?" asked Pacey, making sure to avoid eye contact with Joey.
"Grams is driving them. We really don't have much room for them in the jeep anyway." informed Dawson.
Pacey was about to speak but Joey interrupted.
"If you say one word about my luggage Pacey, I swear to God I'm gonna brain you!" threatened Joey.
Pacey closed his mouth and made a fake zipper motion across his lips. Dawson smiled in spite of himself. His two best friends were always at each others throats and for some strange reason, he found it comforting.
"Next stop, summer camp." stated Dawson, taking the jeep out of the driveway.
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Jason moved through the woods and took heavy steps as he walked. He crushed limbs and leaves under his boots, and broke away branches on trees. He was a wave of destruction, no matter where he went. The massive killer had found the small town of Capeside and managed to make it to the woods unseen. He continued his journey through the wooded area and cleared his path destructively. Jason felt beckoned by an outside force, almost as if he were being called by a feminine voice, residing in the back of his mind. The voice told him to continue forward in search for a place. Where the place was, Jason had no idea? However, he knew that he would eventually find it and then he would make the sinners pay.
To Be Continued....