A/N:

Hello, my beauties! How's it going? good? good.

So...I made a thing. A GOOD THING. This would be that good thing. Why would this be a good thing? Because, it just is. Also, CUZ I UPLOADED TWO CHAPTERS IN THE SAME WEEK, THAT'S WHY! Aren't you proud of me?! I am.

So, I present to you that good thing.

Here's the next chapter! I hope you enjoy it!

Feel free to review, feel free to ask questions, and if you have any suggestions, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

Bold italics are when the POV is reading, Italics are thoughts, and Bold is author's note.

Disclaimer: I do not own Holes. I only own the characters I make up.

"Oh...my...god..." It's the late afternoon and I'm almost done. But what sucks is that everyone is already done and I'm still here digging. My shirt is wet with sweat but it's good that my hands don't hurt that much anymore since Squid gave me his gloves.

I still can't believe he did that for me. Huh, maybe he's not that big of a jerk after all.

Right now, my digging speed is very crappy. Now that I think about it, my arms are very sore and I don't feel like I can dig any longer.

I should think of things that I like. Yeah, that'll help.

Ever since I was a kid, I sucked at many things and I often did very poor at trying to learn new skills. I would get bored with things very quickly, resulting in me giving up...a lot. BUT it seems like whenever I thought of things that I liked, I got the job done quicker. Like, I would think of it as a reward. So whenever I was forced to do chores or hard labor, I thought of nice things.

I started thinking of things from my childhood. Like my teddy bear, my love of dinosaurs and power rangers, ice cream, roller coasters, and swing sets.

Then I got to thinking of Adam. How I would get bullied from the neighborhood teenagers and he would kick their asses. How he taught me how to clean and cook. How he pushed me to try out for a bunch of activities, even though I never wanted to. And how he would work long hours and come home really late just to keep us going in our shit hole of an apartment. I thought about the times when he would bring all kinds of girls over and they would end up staying the night. My bro was always a ladies man. He would bring a new girl every week. I saw all kind of girls: hippies, emo, gothic, hipsters, OLDER women, married women, seniors in high school, staff, Etc...

Yup, that was my Adam. The non-committer. He would always act like I had no clue what they were doing. He would always say "she's spending the night" or "got kicked out" or "the apartment was closer than her house so I told her she could crash." He reminds me of Holden from The Catcher In The Rye. Like Holden(the main character in the book), my bro always got himself into trouble, was a smart-ass, smoked, hated movies, and wanted to preserve my innocence when it came to his little sister I don't blame him, I mean, who would go up to their kid sister and say "We're gonna have the sexy times in that room over there. Just so you know"? But, no matter what Adam was doing or who he was with, he'd always drop everything for me.

I didn't notice I was crying.

Damn, I'm doing the opposite. I should be making myself happy not sad.

Then I thought of something funny. When he tripped at the mall and fell into the fountain. That was so funny, tears were spewing out and my stomach was hurting as hell.

I chuckled at the thought of me falling in there with him. Would've been twice as funny.

Before I even knew it, I was done with my hole.

"Fucking finally..." I whispered to myself.

I try to get out of the hole but it's a little to deep. Motherfu-

"One minute, you're cryin' and the next, you're laughin'. You're one strange kid."

"For the last time, guys. I am 17! I am no ki-!" I start saying as I turn around but stop when I see who was talking.

I look up to see Squid, who from my point of view is as big as a skyscraper, with his arms folded and the toothpick dancing in his mouth.

"Got a lot of nerve giving me mouth, Babygirl." He glares down at me.

"Uh...Sorry." I look down.

There was a long pause.

"What the hell you waitin' for? Get up already so we can go." I can sense annoyance in his voice.

"Uhhh..." I look around me to find something to get me up but there's nothing. I lean on the heels on my feet.

"What?" It sounds like cold acid when he said that to me.

"I can't get out."

"You serious?"

I nodded.

"Son of a bitch..." he rubs his eyes with his hands and scratches the back of his head.

I sense some hostility on his part.

"Grab on then."

"...wha?"

His hand reaches down in front of me. The same hand that punched Lump in the face. The same muscular hand that saved me from those bastards. You could see all the veins that go up his tan shoulders. And from there you can see the muscular muscles on his biceps. I know it's the desert and it's naturally hot but it just got hotter. shit.

"Hurry up."

I take off my gloves and put them in my pocket. I hesitate to grab onto his hand. It kind of hard to explain but it felt like my palm fit perfectly into his hand. This is so weird, but it felt like God especially made him so my hands could fit into his hands. I don't know, it's a stupid thought.

He pulled me up. But it wasn't just any tug. NO-NO. It was a HUGE tug. Like, to him, it was probably nothing. He didn't even nudge. But for me, it was like I was flying out of the hole. Someone was in the hole behind me and gave me a big hard push up.

I "flew" into his chest and he lost his footing. I breathed in his scent. Smelled like honey and sweat. I shall remember this scent...Wait, what?

I realized what I was doing. I immediately got embarrassed.

I pushed him away and I hung my head. "S-sorry! I didn't mean for that to occur."

He raised his eyebrow at me. "Pssh, whatever. Doesn't matter right now. What matter's is that the dinner bell is going to ring in 10 minutes. Now we're 15 minutes away from camp. Either we go right now or we miss dinner and I'll make your life a whole lot worse. Do you want that?"

I quickly shook my head.

"Good. Now hurry the hell up! Any slower, I'm gonna make us run." He turned around and started walking...really fast.

"Wait up!" I run up to him and proceeded heading back to camp.

Everything hurts. My back, my neck, my hands, my arms, my feet, and my pride. NOTHING CAN GET ANY WORSE.

"Babygirl, since we're gonna be a little late to dinner, that means that we'll probably get in trouble. If we get in trouble getting food in time, they're gonna make us work in the wreck room the next day. That means working with Lump. So, if I were you, I'd hurry the fuck up. Cuz if I get in trouble because of you, I'll make sure you get the longest shovel every day you're here."

SON OF A BITCH!

AND TADA!

Sorry this was a short chapter. REALLY PROUD OF IT THOUGH!

Someone asked me to write longer chapters. I WILL! DON'T WORRY! JUST NOT NOW CAUSE IT'S 11:30pm AND I CAN'T WRITE A LONG CHAPTER IN THE NEXT THIRTY MINUTES!

(FEEL FREE TO SKIP THE PARENTHESIS PART. IM JUST TELLING YOU GUYS HOW I WRITE. okay, what I usually do is, while I'm writing, I listen to my favorite youtuber's voice...i know that sounds weird but it helps. I listen to Cry [youtube channel: Cryaotic] play The last of us. Usually because his voice is so sexy and deep and it soothes me. AS WE SPEAK, OR WRITE, AT THIS MOMENT RIGHT NOW IN TIME AS IM WRITING THIS, I'M LISTENING TO HIM PLAY! I also listen to Black Veil Brides or their funny moments or Andy Biersack's funny moments because he is so beautiful and his voice is like liquid butter. So, yeah. That's how I write. You see, I get bored very easily...like the main protagonist in our little story here. So i need entertainment whilst I do things like: reading, doing homework, and the obvious, WRITING FANFICTION! I also listen to "Raining Tacos" cuz...I...like tacos. So, yup, that's it. Continue on.)

THANKS so much for your reviews! All of you guys love it and I'm super happy!

Feel free to review, feel free to ask questions, and if you have any suggestions, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

Again, I will NOT add another girl to the story so don't even ask. If you do, I will smite you. I will stab you with a dull pencil. WITH LOVE 3

HOPE YOU ENJOYED!

DANA OUT~~~~~