A/N: Alright, so my plan is to knock out a chapter ehhh, every day or so, you know so it can be like a month project, and after this I think I'll start working on a TDA one-shots story, so here we go. Here is chapter 3, R&R and enjoy!

~ApPeAl2rEaSoN

Cafeteria Food

(Owen's POV)

"Come on, come on, come on, come oooon," I chanted to myself pacing back and forth in front of the large, heavily locked mess hall doors. The wait was simply killing me! I check my wrist watch, the I put on every morning for this very reason, and checked the time, It read: 7:04 am. Breakfast has started a full four minutes ago, and yet neither Chef, nor Chris, nor any other camper had made their way down to the main lodge by now for yet another delicious breakfast.

"Sweet Napoleon Bonaparte!" I shouted. "Chef, you've gotta let me iiiin!" I begged now on my knees nearly ripping the hinges off the large entrance.

"Dude…" I heard only a few feet behind me. I turned around praying it was Chris or Chef to only find a freak out Duncan looking me up and down in what almost looked like fear. "IIII think you need to calm down man," he recommended chuckling, "I mean it's only shitty cafeteria food."

Awestruck at his such negative opinion on what I called amazing cuisine I could only reply, "B-but, the door! It wont open…! The sweet, succulent, mouth-watering, delicious, taste-"

"Alright man, I get it. You're hungry. Jesus, didn't you just eat like five hours ago?" He asked referring to the previous night we had crossed paths with each other. I was making my way back from the kitchen with a midnight snack, and Duncan was escaping from his cabin for his nightly smokes since he had explained to me then he had a severe case of Insomnia. Whatever that was…mmmm it sounded great as a type of cheese though…I wonder if they make that? Well, it looked like I would have some investigation to do later.

"Owen?" He spoke snapping me from my food filled daze.

"Huh?" I asked back.

"You're really starting to freak me out man, and trust me, that means a lot coming from me." He said pointing at his chest for an extra affect.

"Sorry…" I said a little ashamed. He simply shrugged it off, and walked over to the doors in front of me. He examined it for a short moment before pushing open the door with one hand, and flashing me a you've-got-to-be-kidding-me look.

"Oh, hehe, my bad. I guess I was so hungry I forgot the front doors push open not…pull…yeeahhhh." I said rubbing the back of my neck. He raised and eyebrow and me and surprisingly chuckled before walking past me back to camp. "Hey Duncan," I called after him. "Uh, thanks."

Still walking in the opposite direction he replied. "Whatever man. You just better enjoy your shitty breakfast now." He teased.

I laughed in response. "Can do!" I told him. Okay, maybe Duncan seemed like a really scary guy to be around, but…I guess he really wasn't that bad. Now I saw how Courtney had a soft spot for him cause hey, any guy willing to help out a hungry brother in need was pretty cool in my book.

Still smiling I turned back towards the mess hall, and sprinted in to find it as it was every other morning. Completely empty except for Chef's presence. I let out a loud cheer and dashed over towards the empty lunch line, grabbing a tray from the back, and making my way to an as usual angry looking Chef. I greeted him, and he groaned in return.

"Boy," I said. "I sure hope you're ready to stack this plate sky high!" I told him. "Cause I'm telling ya Chef, you wont believe the shenanigans was put through this morning!"

A/N: Awwh, now don't you just love Owen? xD I have to say, writing in his POV was really fun. He's so carefree and what not. :)

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