Left out. . . {bxbxb}

Chapter fourteen

mMmMMMMmmMMM yeah, so I lied. I'm going RIGHT to the camping trip stuff. There are going to be about two more chapters focusing on Derek/Nolan/Patrick, but they'll get their parts

-Andrew-

Fishing has to be the most boring thing I have ever done in my life. I was so unlucky too. Jack and Oliver caught fish in the first ten minutes of fishing, and you know what I caught? Did you guess nothing? Well, you're correct. I stood in the same place for 20 minutes with a string in the water. These fucking fish are making me look stupid. 

And it didn't help that Oliver and Jack were snickering at me. They tried to do it quietly but I heard them. And when I looked at them to catch them laughing they made it so damn obvious by whistling and looking in the complete opposite direction. 

It seemed like the fish were mocking me too. The lake we were near let you keep the fish you catch but you can only catch two per person. This is stupid considering people completely disregard the rules and catch as many fish as they want. We're keeping the fish in a metal bucket, but one of the fish is kind of just hanging off at the top, half in the bucket, and half out. Its stupid fishy face is looking right at me, right from the bucket, mocking me for not catching anything. 

I threw a rock at the fish, causing the fish to flop in the bucket with a squelch. Oliver and Jack started laughing at me. I felt my face heat up so I turned and scowled back at the stupid water and the stupid fish probably laughing at my poor attempt at fishing. Jack walked over to me, still chuckling to himself, and asked me if I needed help. I stick my middle finger up at him, causing both of my friends to start howling in laughter again.

I reeled the fishing rod in and dropped it on the ground. "This stupid thing is cursed.." I muttered. Jack and Oliver smirked at each other. Oliver picked it up and started to fish with it. I smiled to myself slightly, knowing he wasn't going to catch anything.

**

Yeah, he caught two fish. I've actually never been so angry at an inanimate object. Oliver threw his arm around my shoulder and said, "It's okay Andrew, I know I'm just the best fisher ever, you don't need to be jealous!" He smirked. 

"I hate you," I said, frowning.

 "You love me"

"You fucking wish."

"I don't wish. Because you do."

"But I don't."

"But you do."

It went on like that for a few minutes before Jack cut in. "If you two are done fighting like children, I packed a picnic basket for us," Oliver grinned and ran over to where Jack set up the picnic. Jack had a basic picnic set up. There was plenty of space near the lake for the red and white checkered blanket and the basket for the food. 

About five minutes after we started eating, we saw I crow perched on the tree near us. It stared directly at us, tilting its head when we looked its way. It made a noise and suddenly a whole group of crows was perched on the same tree. The most unsettling thing for me was the fact a group of crows was called a murder. 

They simply stared at us, not doing a thing, just watching. Let's just say it was the creepiest picnic I've ever been on. "Is anyone going to address the murder of crows near us..?" Jack whispered as if he was afraid the crows would hear him. "Maybe if we just ignore them they'll go away?" Oliver whispered back. 

Then out of nowhere, the crows all flew up and away. A second later, it was as if they weren't even in the tree at all. "That was weird.." Oliver stated, staring in the direction the birds flew. "Well, I gotta piss, be right back guys!" Oliver called, already running away.