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9. Devin Ó Faoláin

Start All Over ~ Miley Cyrus

Daphne's point of view...

As we pulled up on the grounds, 'Tom' began announcing that we've arrived.

Well, duh.

"Please retrieve your bags from the compartments above your seats and file out in an orderly line," he said, sounding too much like an airline recording machine. We did as he asked and when we all finally made it out of the big vehicle, there was a rather emaciated woman in a thick green sweater and cargo pants holding a clip-board, waiting for us.

"Hey, 'veryone. Name's Melanie Fox. M'gonna be your tour guide for the time being, before you're all separated into your cabin groups... Pop... M'also a head counselor for one of the groups so please be respectful unless you wish to spend your first day freezing your butts off in the main office. Both you and I wouldn't want that, and frankly we don't wanna hafta send a kid to the hospital a mile off so he or she could be defrosted... Pop... And I'm not kidding," she added to those who were chuckling in the back.

From the first minute I met her, I knew I would like this Melanie person. She had a strong Australian accent and kept popping a pink bubble with her chewing gum every now and then. I could tell she could be both serious and fun, and I wondered how old she was. She looked around the same age as Sabrina, so shouldn't she have been one of the campers not the head counselors?

Nevertheless. After she began calling off names, she lead us around the camp grounds, explaining that building P was the Physical Education Center--also known as the Gym, building C was the Cafeteria, the Art Hall was building A, etc. There were 12 cabins labeled from B-1 to B-6 and G-1 to G-6, B being for boys and G for girls. 60 students in all.

Thirty minutes later, we all were finally assigned our cabins. I was the last to be assigned to G-6 and since all the others had already left for lunch, I was left to find the cabin alone. It wasn't that difficult though, seeing as how there were signs everywhere. So I took my time, taking in the scenery, the pool, the lake, the cabins, the wash houses, the parks, the tennis courts, and the cafe.

Smiling, and thoroughly excited, I finally stopped in front of the cabin with 'G-6' drawn in slightly peeling green paint on the front door. After a couple knocks and voices from inside, I decided to go ahead in, suitcase in tow.

"Hello, there!" I heard a girl say as I entered the apparently crowdy room. "Welcome to Cabin G-6!"

Inside was a rather nice cabin, covered from head-to-toe in wood. Wood floors, wood paneling, wood ceiling. There was a light through a hole in the ceiling that hung in the center of the room. A red rug covered the main part of the floor, and was surrounded by colored pieces of furniture that, although mismatched, seemed to flow with the master design of the room. There was nothing on the walls, except for a sign gaily engraved with "WELCOME TO CAMP EASTWOOD!"

Looking around, I noticed there were more people than I expected to be in one cabin at a time. There were three blond girls in matching flip-flops crowded around their cell phones; a couple guys playing cards in a corner; a redhead laying on a couch with sunglasses pushed up her ponytail and a book covering her face; an Indian girl with wild black hair fiddling with her suitcase; a guy with jet black hair and a purple t-shirt, bobbing his head to music coming from the headphones around his neck while painting something on a wall opposite the redhead; and a blond, fairly tan guy in a blue polo looking down at me from the stairs which most likely lead up to the bedrooms.

He was kind of cute, in a fancy Abercrombie & Fitch kind of way.

There was also a brunette with a strikingly similar tan petting a stuffed tabby and looking straight at me. I noticed she had hazel eyes, just like Hayley. She must have been the one who welcomed me in.

"Um, hello?" I asked, uncertain of whether or not I should be here, since this cabin was obviously full.

The girl laughed. "Don't worry, you got the right cabin. You've just caught us at a bad time, is all. My name is Tess, by the way. Tess Tait. This, here, is Mimo," she said, pointing to the cat in her lap who, with a stretch and a meow, I realized was a real tabby. "I'll introduce you to the guys in the back when they're done with they're game. Uh, the blond squad over yonder are Kellie, Nikki, and Ania; the goody-goody with her nose in that book in the back is Jane; and the wanna-be artist entranced by screamo is Devin."

"Who's the guy upstairs?" I asked, looking up to where the blond guy was a few seconds ago.

"Oh, that's just Chris. He likes to sneak around and tease people a lot, but don't let that bother you." Then she lowered her voice and bent forward, as if we were the only two in the room. "He's also the mistake my parents made before me, but don't tell him that or else he'll pull endless pranks on you until camp's over. See, you're lucky. I actually have to live with the booger-brain," she said with a disgusted face.

I smiled and gave a internal cheer. After nearly an hour here, I've managed to find two people I could definitely like and who were actually friendly. "I'm Daphne," I offered.

"Hey, guys! Come meet Daphne!" she yelled to the guys in the back.

I tried smiling politely; I was really inexperienced in a group of guys. "Well, gentlemen, introduce yourselves. And, please, at least try to make our roommate comfortable. I have strokes to do and waves to crash so see y'all around," she said as she grabbed a small navy duffel bag and slammed the door behind her.

I looked at the guys who seemed a bit nervous. After a few seconds of awkward silence, an Asian guy with spiky hair and crutches spoke out. "Uh, hi. I'm Hoa Tran. I'd stay longer but I have an appointment with the camp counselor, so I better get going. See ya 'round," he said before departing with a helping hand from another guy.

"I'm Joshua Risi," said a rather large, muscled guy with brown hair, hazel eyes, and a strong Italian accent. The strange thing was...he saluted me. "And these guys are--"

"We can introduce ourselves, thank you very much, Josh," said a black guy with a shiny head. He was the one who helped Hoa out. Looking at his head, I wondered if he shaved all his hair off or if he really had none. "I'm Jaylani Scott, but people call me Jay," he said, giving me another salute. The look on my face must have shown my surprise because he said, "Josh and I are in ROTC--Recruting Officers Training Corpse. Sorry if you think it's weird but we're kinda used to saluting; it just stuck with us after being ordered around by our platoon leaders and Sargent Master--"

"Blah, blah, blah! No one cares, G-I Joe!" said another guy. He was a bit on the thin side with a cracked nose, a pronounced jaw, and girly eye-lashes. "Why, hello, there," he said to me, stepping closer and extending a hand. "I'm Richard Rizzo, but you can call me Ricky," he said, waggling his eye-brows.

Pervert.

"It's Rizzo. Everyone calls him that," said the Indian girl from behind her suitcase.

Come to think of it, he does look more like a Rizzo than a Ricky.

"Shut up, Reem," Rizzo said, sticking his tongue out.

"Ew, Rizzo! No one wants to see your long-ass tongue!" Reem shrieked.

"You're just jealous 'cause you didn't inherit our sacred ancestral gene!"

"Are they related or something?" I asked the bald guy. What was his name again? Oh, yeah. Jay.

"Yes, ma'am; they're twins," Jay said. "Indian twins, to be precise. Came all the way from Mumbai, India as transfer students two years back."

"You know what?" I heard Reem say--most likely as a comeback to another insult from her brother. "People with long tongues are idiots!"

"Nu-uh!" I said, defense mechanism kicking in.

"What do you mean?" Reem asked, her hand in midair with a big brush hoisted up.

"Uh..." said I, realizing she was most likely about to throw the brush at Rizzo and beginning to regret I ever said anything. Even though I'd only known Rizzo for a minute, I was already regretting postponing his karma. "It's just... Well... Ihavealongtonguetoo."

Sadly, it was true. A gene I had inherited from Grandpa Basil, according to Granny.

"Oh, yeah? How long?" asked Josh, who just came back from the fridge with a soda.

To answer his question, I demonstrated.

"Damn, Dakota!" exclaimed Jay.

"Now, that's a long tongue!" said Josh.

"No kidding," said Reem. "Sorry if you got offended or anything--"

But I shook my head 'no'.

"Are you kidding me?! That's the longest tongue I've ever seen! It's even longer than mine! It reaches all the way to your chin! How-- Wh--"

"Oh, stop blabbering, Rizzo! We all know you're the jealous one now," Reem giggled.

"Jealous?! Why would I be jealous, thinking of all the things I could do with her tongue?" he shot back, winking at me simultaneously.

Embarrassed, I closed my mouth and went back to my suitcase.

"RICHARD RIZZO, DIDN'T MOM EVER TELL YOU TO NEVER TREAT A GIRL LIKE SHE'S A PIECE OF MEAT?!"

"I'm not the one with the change of clothes always down my bag!" he shot back with a head bob.

"Well, it's not my fault the Indian customs are sexist! Seriously, the reason why women have to wear wraps when men can wear whatever they want is beyond me!"

Feeling fairly awkward in this tense scenario, I did the one thing I knew could never fail. "Do you guys have any pie?" I asked, with big moon eyes. People were always telling me how adorable I looked when I ask for pie with my big brown puppy-dog eyes. And as usual, it worked liked a charm.

"Of course!" Reem gasped. "I'll get you some right now! I can't believe we didn't offer you any food after that long and tiring trip you must have had!" She then got up and headed towards the relatively small fridge in the back. I tried to follow her but got blocked by some guy. Taking another look, I realized it was Rizzo.

Ugh! Will this guy never quit?!

"Nu-uh-uh! I should show her around first and take her to get some real pie, saving her from your disgusting, tasteless cupcakes!" he said, taking me by the arm.

"Cupcakes?! It's not my fault they turn out a bit small!" Reem said.

"A bit small?! Try super small! Like, teensy! Seriously!" said a blond clone from the bed. The other two girls were still giggling over their phones but this one looked like she was about to throw a fit.

"Oh, please, Ania," Reem shot back in sarcasm. "Just because you're hungry twenty-four/seven and have massive pie craves doesn't mean Tess and I can bake pies for you whenever you want! Look at you! You're skinny as hell, girl! Whatever you eat, you just throw back up 'cause of your supposed 'condition'!"

"It is not my fault my mom always forces me to eat healthy--that's why I even eat those tasteless cupcakes! And--"

"Tasteless?!" Reem exclaimed.

"They taste like cardboard," Ania replied in monotone, eyes narrowed.

"You know what?!--"

Just then I felt someone pull me towards the door. Thinking it was surely Rizzo, I immediately struggled.

"Calm down, would you?" the guy said in a soft British accent. Surprised, I turned around and saw the "wanna-be artist"--according to Tess. He didn't look like much the first time I saw him. Mainly because I only saw his back as he bobbed his head to screamo. So I took a closer look and saw a boy maybe five inches taller than me. He had snake bite piercings on his lower lip, jet black hair with a few strands of indigo, a few freckles across his nose, and a pronounced jaw. And his eyes...his eyes were turquoise with many flecks of gold around the iris. So beautiful...

Hold up! Did I just think what I think I thought? Wait, what?!

"Sorry, but I had to get out of there before some fight started up. We've been here only a day so far and Ania's gotten in three fights already. Plus, you were in my way and I thought, what the hell, you don't seem like the type who should get in trouble for something you had nothing to do with, so I just dragged you out. Again, I'm sorry if you didn't wanna be pulled out... Hey, are you okay?" he asked.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." And I was. I could just stand there all day, looking into those eyes. "Wait, what do you mean, 'we've been here a day'?"

"Oh, our parents know the caterers who're gonna be working in the cafeteria, making our food and stuff, so they thought it would be killing two birds with a stone by sending Ania, Nikki and me with them," the guy explained.

"Ania and Nikki are your sisters?" I asked, wondering how many siblings were at this camp together.

"Nikki's younger my sister, yeah, we're a year apart. She's a freshman, I'm a sophomore. Ania's our polish cousin, also a freshman."

Oh, so he's older. Then no way would he be interested in a girl like me. Childish, naive, immature-- Hold up, why am I even thinking this?!

"So, yeah. I'm Devin O'Faolain," he said, extending his hand.

I shook it, awkwardly replying with my name an embarrassingly late second.

"Grimm, huh? You wouldn't happen to be related to Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm, would you?"

"Huh? Uh... What--what would make you think that?" How did he...

"Your last name, maybe? Hey, relax, Daph, I was just kidding," Devin said with a grin.

"Daph?" I asked, relived about the "Grimm" thing yet curious about the nickname.

"It's a nickname. Wha'ssa matter, you don't like it? Want me to call you 'short-stop' instead?" he teased.

"Goodness, no! Daph's just fine, thank you very much." It was actually kind of nice to have someone outside the family give me a nickname. Especially one from a cute sophomore...

"Ha, didn't think so. Well, Daphne Grimm, I, Devin O'Faolain, am going to the Art Hall. Care to come with?" he asked, already walking backwards towards the main trail.

"Sure," I said, following after him, happy that I had something to do before camp officially started. "So what kind of last name is 'O'Faolain'?"

"Ah, O'Faolain is basically the old Scottish-Gaelic way of saying 'of wolf'. Faol is the old way of saying 'wolf' and is used in such phrases as 'Tha an fhaol mhòr math' which means 'The big wolf is good' and 'Am bheil an fhaol mhòr math?' which translates to 'Is the big wolf good?'" he explained, looking at me mysteriously with a small knowing smile.

Looking at him in both wonder and confusion, I said, "What?!"

"My first name however is from an Anglicized Irish surname derived from the Irish surnames Ó Damháin--from the given name Damhán meaning 'fawn'," he finished off.

I gave him another look and he laughed.

"I know, I know; I sound like an old college professor going on and on about some Latin or whatever, but since people get curious from time to time, I try to make it worth their while. I'm Scottish, by the way. If you didn't figure that out already."

"Then what's with the accent?" I asked, then immediately regretted it, knowing it might sound rude. "Sorry."

"No, no, s'okay. As I said, people do get curious. Well, you see, my father, Madadh O'Faolain, spent his whole childhood life in Scotland. Then on a business trip to London, he met my mother and they fell in love. She, obviously, was British, and very close to her family so when they got married, they were forced to settle down in the big city. That's where Nikki and I grew up. But by the time we reached middle-school years, as you Americans say, Da convinced Mum to come to America for holiday. And when they came here, they were so in love with the country, they decided to live here, and go over-seas to see her family in the summer."

"Cool," I said, for loss of a better reply. On the other hand, I actually did think it cool to get out of the country--a thing I've never gotten the chance to do except for the time I went with Uncle Jake on our search to find Goldi. But that was way back when Mom and Dad were still asleep.

"Yeah, you'd think. Going to spend the summer in the United Kingdom, seeing the Big Ben, scouting all the supposedly 'famous' museums, seeing people going around saying 'Bloody' all the bloody time. Ha, see, it rubs off after a while," he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"But..." He sighed. "It's just...not really what everybody says it's like. Mainly because I can't ever go anywhere there, since I'm stuck at my uncle's house all the time with only my cousin, Zak, for company. Ha, we used to sneak out sometimes, me and him, and leave Nikki to be in charge of our younger cousins. She'd freak, of course. Though she had no right to, since she'd be on long distance calls to her American friends. We used to go out to pubs like 'Spinner's End' and 'Robin's Hollow' or go to alley parties and hang around with bands no one knows. It was actually pretty fun, until we got caught one night..."

And so, I walked to the Art Hall, following a cute Scot named Devin who told interesting stories about his summers in England.

Who knows, I may even owe Sabrina 20 bucks when I get back home.

Maybe...

A/N:

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