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Camp Driftwood
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Lisa, Marcus, Jess, and Keith are all of to summer camp! Many insane things will happen as they form friendships and participate in crazy activities. WARNING: this was the work of about 12 girls ranging from 8 to 16. We got very random at points, and lots of things don't make complete sense. If you must have a perfectly coherent plot, this story is not for you.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor/Friendship - Jessica R. & Keith W. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 2,138 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 11-24-12 - Published: 08-05-12 - id: 8395799
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A.N.: Hi! This story is based off of summer camp, TEC, me, and my friends randomness. I'd like to thank everyone who made that week possible, and a special thanks to everybody who put ideas into this. You know who you are.

Lisa and Jessica smiled as they entered the cabin.

"This is gonna be totally awesome!" Lisa said/sang. Jessica nodded excitedly. They quickly claimed a bunk bed to themselves

Keith and Marcus jumped onto their beds.

"I LOVE IT HERE!" Marcus squealed. Keith grinned.

"Yeah, it's almost as cool as Camp Half-Blood."

"I just moved in to 14 G, so cozy, calm, and peaceful," Marcus sang. Keith shushed him, pointing to the guy next to him, who was sleeping.

It was dinnertime, and everyone was sitting down.

"So, nice place?" Jessica asked the boys.

"IT WAS AWESOME!" Marcus yelled, "THERE WERE SO MANY BEDS! THIS IS WAY BETTER THAN CAMP PICKLE!"

"What he said," Keith added. Lisa laughed.

"Welcome to Camp Driftwood!" a counselor said.

Their first meal there was chicken sandwiches, french fries, water, fruit punch, a salad bar, and chocolate dirt. It was all perfect.

"Not as good as Dad's cooking," Keith began, "but not bad." Jessica rolled her eyes.

"Nothing is as good as your dad's food, Keith."

"True," he commented. Everyone laughed.

One of the girls' counselors, Doctor (who looks like Abby from NCIS), filled them in on all the rules. Most of them were fairly basic, so they were happy.

"This will be a good week; I can sense it," Riptide (the other counselor) said/

"Yes, yes it will be," said Ananklusmos, who was officially Keith's favorite person at camp.

"Oh, I've got horns to open bottles and I've got horns to hold my keys," sang Marcus and Yodel. Lisa giggled. Jessica hummed along.

That night, the guys were all being manly when Marcus got on a crazy rush.

"JESSICA IS SO HOT! SHE MAKES MEGHAN FOX FEEL INSECURE! I LOVE HER AND I WANT TO MARRY HER AND HAVE MANY MANY KIDS WITH HER! I'M IN LOVE." He lay down on his bed.

"You do realize that she's three years older than you, right?"

"Ah-huh,"

"You do realize that she doesn't like you like that, right?" They waited for a response.

"He's asleep," whispered Jared.

"Dude, we should prank the girls!" said Joe-Shmoe. Keith looked uncertain.

"I don't know…"

"Well, we can at least watch them sleep!" protested Jared. Keith looked at him like he was crazy.

"Dude, it's not that interesting," he said, taking a casual drink of water.

"You mean you've-" began Joe-Shmoe.

"Not like your thinking," Keith said quickly, "Just you're on vacation and you're in the car with your friend. You've been driving all day, and it's really late, so she falls asleep. No biggy."

"Who?" Jared asked.

"Jessica," Keith said, smiling.

"The black-haired chic you're always with?"

"That's the one!"

"She's hot."

"Y-you've got-t t-t-to b-be k-kid-kidding m-m-m-me!" he stammered, blushing.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Somebody's got a crush on Jessicaaaaaaaaa!"

"Yeah, Marcus does," said Keith, pointing to the passed out twelve-year-old.

'SPOILER ALERT: so do-"

"Hi, guys!" it was Ananklusmos, "Whatcha doin?"

"Oh, just talking, spitting, being manly."

"Okay. Have fun!" he left. Keith stood up.

"The trouble with schools is, they always try to teach the wrong lessons. Believe me, I've been kicked out of enough of them to know," Keith sang. Yodel entered. "They want you to become less callow, less shallow, but I say: why invite stressing? Stop studying strife, and learn to lead the unexamined life. Dancing through life, swaying and sweeping, and always-" he stopped when he noticed Yodel. They stared at each other.

"You have no life."

"You can't talk."

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