Disclaimer: I don't own Holes except for my OCs.

A/N: This might start out a bit cliche-ish (sorry, I think I spelled that wrong) but heck, don't worry, they're lesbians, so none of that dreaded Mary-Sue stuff will be going on. This chaper might be a bit confusing, but all the lovely lesbians will be a bit more properly introduced in the next two chapters.

Chapter Two

"Why do you think we're coming to this camp?" the small, curly redhead girl named Tara asked her friends on the coolly air-conditioned bus. It was a bright and sunny day—another scorching day, actually and the girls had been informed that they were to be visiting another camp; one full of boys.

Camp Lesbos, an all girls detention camp for lesbians (named after a beautiful Greek island, mind your naughty brain), was informed by their Warden, Miss Kathy, a beautiful, young woman with long black hair, fair skin, and dark eyes, that they would be going on a field trip. Everybody was quite surprised. Visiting another girls camp wouldn't be too awful surprising, it would actually be a lot more exciting and enjoyable for them, but they had been told that they would only be informed the purpose of this trip once they got to Camp Green Lake.

"It's not like we're actually going to be interested in them," the leader named Leslie said, as she played with her girlfriend's, Alex's, wavy brown hair.

"I know," Alex whined, pulling a loose thread from her black, kinky tank top. "They're probably all going to think we're from that dreaded Mary-Sue camp down the lane. What if one of them…flirts! What do I do then!"

"Then," said Leslie, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear: "you'll cover yourself up a bit more. I mean, c'mon, you look great and all, but those boys might see it as an open opportunity that you're trying to get their attention."

"Don't worry about it," said Pat, a mannish, African-American girl with blonde cornrows. "If any of 'em give you trouble, I'll pound 'em—or if they give Sherrie crap to deal with either." Pat didn't have a girlfriend in her own tent; she had one in A-tent and actually preferred it that way.

"But still," complained Tara, leaning against Dionne comfortably. "I really don't know what do say to a boy if he tries to flirt with me."

"Say you're already with somebody," Dionne, the more feminine African-American girl said protectively." Giving Tara a kiss on the forehead, all the other girls smiled and stretched out contentedly.

"What about Janie and me?" a pale girl named Sam asked, looking at her quiet girlfriend.

"I'm sure you'll be fine," said Leslie, punching Janie playfully in the arm. "Any of them pressure you or make you feel uncomfortable, you tell Pat over here straight away, got it?"

Janie smiled and nodded, clutching her dark blue backpack closer to herself.

"Or you can tell me," said Sam, kissing Janie's cheek. "Because if anybody makes you feel bad, tell me and they'll be pissing in a bag for weeks!"

"I think that covers all our problems, eh?" the blonde leader checked over and they all agreed that they would look out for one another.

"Still," said Alex dreamily, "I wished we could've gone to visit a Mary-Sue camp…they're really hot."

"Am I not good enough for you, sweetie?" Leslie asked her girlfriend, going in for a playful kiss.

"I didn't say that, I'm just saying those Mary-Sues might be a heck lot more kissable," she replied teasingly.

It really was a lot more fun being apart of Camp Lesbos than Camp Mary-Sue.

A few hours later, the girls could feel the bus coming to a slow halt in front of a dry, dusty campground. Pressing their faces against the windows, they looked outside. It was still very, very early, but if they positioned themselves just right, they could properly see boys still sleeping in their tents.

"What time is it?" Sam yawned, stretching.

"Four AM," Janie replied, taking a glance at her pink watch.

It was still a bit dusky outside, not one boy seemed to stir at the sound of the cooling engine.

Just then, Miss Kathy strolled up to the front of the bus and began to speak once all the girls were awake.

"Now listen, girls," she began, putting on her cowboy hat. "I've been invited here by a very good friend of mine name Lou Walker—"

"Is she your girlfriend!" a girl named Reggie shouted from the back.

Miss Kathy grinned and said, "Can't say she ain't cute."

Whooping and hollering escaped the girls' mouths as their Warden became pink and laughed. "That's enough ladies. Now, just to let you know, we're at Camp Green Lake."

"It ain't green and it ain't got no lake. Is this a camp for the boys with mental disabilities?"

"'Course not. Lou told me it was an all-boys detention camp for gays. No different from all of us, so you be nice. We're gonna have to act like the men here—she says they're all just a bag of fruity cupcakes. Don't be too harsh on them, ya hear?"

"Oh wow," said Alex, her eyes growing round with interest. "If I had any idea, I wouldn't have brought pepper spray."

"Told ya there wasn't anything to worry about," said Leslie, taking off the top of her orange jumpsuit and tying the arms around her waist to reveal a yellow wife-beater.

Jamie looked quite relieved too and began to relax a bit.

"Now, we're having breakfast here, but not for another half hour. We'll be sharing it with the boys and follow the usual schedule of digging our holes. Get up, line up, and please don't be too rowdy. Don't want to scare our little fairies off."

The girls laughed a bit as they boarded off, taking their backpacks with them. They waited outside a big building that read "Mess Hall" as Miss Kathy greeted a scary looking man with a cowboy hat in front of it.

The moment he saw her, his eyes became big and he shook her hand, saying, "Mr. Sir…pleased to meet ya. Heard a lot about you from the Warden. Didn't expect to see such a womanly…woman. If there's anything you need—"

"Yes, thank you…um…is Lou around?"

"She's still sleeping."

A horn went off, sending all the girls screaming in surprise. "What's this!" Miss Kathy yelled above the noise, covering her ears.

"It's only the morning alarm! All of the boys are about to get up soon!"

While they talked and the horn died down, a boy stumbled out of a tent marked D, looking half blind. At once, all the girls turned around and saw him, saying, "Look! A boy! It's a boy!"

"Looks like he's in our group!" breathed Sam, noticing the tent name.

His eyes widened and he froze for a moment, like a scared rabbit and ran back in the tent. No more than a few minutes later, two other boys, undoubtedly lovers, came out and also saw the girls. Instead of freezing in place, they scurried back in the tent and there was a considerable amount of screaming heard.

"Oh. Well then…girls! She turned around to Camp Lesbos and said, "Welcome to your new home for the next two months."

"Be careful, girls," said Leslie, raising her brow mischievously. "We don't want to make the wrong impression."

Unfortunately, the girls already had a wrong impresson themselves.

A/N: Hmm...so the boys think the girls are straight and the girls think the boys are gay...oh my, please R&R.