~Disclaimer: I don't own Holes, except of course, that one I dug in the backyard that once, or twice, or fourteen times.

-Outside D-Tent-

All the tents here remind me of the crocodile hunter. Poor guy. I miss his stupidity when it came to danger. It made life just that much more diverse.

D-tent seemed to be just a tent full off cots. I guess what you see is truly what you get. Only one boy currently occupied the tent. Mr. P barely spared him a glance.

"Well, Taren, guess we picked a bad time to make a house call, but I'm sure the other boys are around here somewhere. That's Zero. His name pretty much explains him. Let me see if I can go find someone to join your welcome wagon." With that, the camp counselor who I now highly disliked practically skipped out of the tent.

Really! Who just insults a camper and then skips off! Jerk. I turn my attention to the little boy on his cot.

He's staring at me with big eyes from under dark curly hair over cocoa colored skin. I readjusted my duffel over my shoulder. "…Do you know where I can set my stuff?" I ask hesitantly.

Zero simply points to a cot that looks new and sort of cramped at the end of a row a few cots away.

Whatever. I didn't come here to make friends. He can snub me if he wants. I barely resist the urge to huff as he goes back to staring at the wall.

I glared at the side of Zeros head for a good five minutes before the tent flap burst open and Mr. P herded 3 more guys in.

I forced down a grin. So I admit it, I'm stuck in what may be a sick and slightly twisted fantasy of some girls.

It's not my fault one or two of the boys here were attractive.

The first boy that scrambled in was Mexican with a shave head and a cocky smirk. He was clutching a dirty bandana in his hand that was probably used to ward of the sun. He was attractive in his own way, but seemed a little too….over the top.

Flanking him was black boy who was tall and slightly muscular. I didn't even consider whether I could find him likable at all. He had huge black rimmed glass and a folded bandana around his forehead. The way he carried himself was what put me of. He walked like he was trying to take up as much space as he could, arms swinging freely around him and had a grin plastered to his face that spelled an ego the size of Alabama.

Last, but still in front of Mr. P, strutted in a white boy with dark hair, a nice face, and a great build. Purely observational, of course. He had a toothpick hanging out of his mouth that his lips seemed conditioned to accommodate and a white bandana sticking out from under a tattered hat.

Mr. P was wearing his fake grin again.

"Look who I found for you Taren! " He pointed at the boys in the order they came in. "Jose, Rex, and Alan!"

'Rex' cut in, "Ah, come on Mom! Don't go telling him those whack names." He turned his smirk on me. "Listen here, I'm X-ray, that's Squid," He gestured to the hot white boy, "and that's Magnet." 'X-ray' jerked his hand in the Hispanic boy's direction.

Mr. P, or 'Mom' cut in sharply, "I prefer to call them by the names their parents gave them. Rex, you'll be Taren here's guide." X-ray looked at Mom like he had just pulled on a Madonna costume. "I'm sure you'll all become great friends!" Mr. P turned and left.

Again with the skipping!

I was still watching Mr. P skip off when I felt myself being grabbed roughly by the front of my jumpsuit and spun around.

I heard X-ray just a few seconds before my face was pulled to hover about a foot from his.

"Look, kid." The dark skinned boy spat. I caught sight of the other two new boys watching the display like it was a part of the afternoon routine. " I'm a busy guy, you'll find that out, and I don't have time" he gave me a brutal shake for emphasis, "to go around babysittin' your a-"

At some point I had squeezed my eyes shut to try to block the whole disaster out, but I forced them open to see what had made X-ray stop short.

He was just standing there. Staring at me. I try to blow a strand of hair out of my face to see him better.

Wait…hair. My hair was down. I glanced at the ground and saw that my hat had tumbled off when X-ray was making his point. His grip slackened on the front of my orange outfit and I tripped and fell to the ground without his support.

Maybe I'm making an assumption, but I do believe the expression on his face can only be described as 'flabbergasted'.

~Please read and review! I'm kind of floundering with this story and would love some advice on events to come! What should X-ray's and the guy's reactions be?~

~~~~SIA~~~~