Disclaimer: I shall never own Holes.

Forrest's POV

So yeah, blisters ain't fun. Eating dinner with blisters ain't fun, but whose complaining? Oh, me right. We're just in the mess hall, eating pig slop.

"What do you guys miss the most?" Armpit asked.

"Will." Chris said. Surprise surprise,

"My dad." I replied.

"Your dad!?" Chris asked shocked.

"Yeah we had this bond."

"Which would be?" Chris was totally lost.

"Him beating up Willow, me beatin' him up, me getting sent to jail. See, it's a bond only a father and son can have."

"So it's the same bond between greasers and Socs or Dally and the rest of the world?"

"Pretty much."

We went back to the wreck room. What was that music? BACKSTREET BOYS!? Man is that rank. Chri mailed his letter and walked back over to me.

"Who would listen to that?" Chris asked me.

"The Sir, definitely. I can see him blasting that in his office and dancing like a girl."

"Hey Gump, Greaseball! If Mr. Sir hears you, he's gonna use that n something other than lizards." X said.

"Who are Gump and Greaseball?" Chris asked.

"You're Greaseball. He's Gump." Joy, the name Gump suits me well.

It went on like this for two weeks. We were in the wreck room playing pool. It was Chris's shot.

"Letter for Chris Moorly." Mr.Pen hollered. Chris's head popped up. He ran over and ripped the letter from Mr.Pen's hands. He opened the letter and started to read. His face fell. I walked over to him.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"It's Will." He replied.

"What about her? I thought you'd be happy to hear from her." He handed me the letter.

Dear Chris,

I miss you more than a thousand suns. I'm stuck in the DX hanging out with Soda and Steve all day. It's really boring here without you and Forrest.

I can't believe you have to dig holes! Man that's horrible. I guess I'd rather be there though. There's someone quieter than Johnny? That's impossible. Ew. I don't want to know about Armpit.

I ran into my dad again. It's not as bad as last time. He broke my arm though. The Socs keep on jumping people. It's getting worse. I swear, somebody's gonna get killed in this mess if it gets too much worse.

Love ya lots,

Willow

P.S. Tell Forrest I love him and miss him too.

"I can't believe he'd do this!" I yelled throwing the pool stick on the ground. "He can't leave her alone for a month! A month! He is so lucky I'm not there right now!"

"Man, I'm mad too, but this ain't gonna help. There's nothing we can do, not now anyway." Chris said. How could he be so calm? I just don't get it.

I just walked back to the tent angry.

A/N: An update so fast from me? Review on any thoughts or ideas.