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IT WAS HERE, opening night. Phoebe had only gotten a few hours of sleep, still trying to process everything she had learned the night before and because she was so nervous. It was Ricky's birthday. Since they were at camp, there wasn't many things they could do for him. But she had used her phone after winning the color war to help make it special.
Everyone crept closer to Ricky's bunk in the Yurt Locker, careful not to wake him up. "Okay, I'm gonna count to three," Carlos announced quietly.
"On three or after three?" Kourtney questioned.
Carlos shook his head. "Not this ag—"
"Happy birthday, Ricky!" Phoebe screamed, everyone immediately joining in. Ricky gasped and woke up, eyes wide in panic.
"And happy opening night, to those keeping score," EJ added. "Our show might be in danger, but right now our focus is Ricky."
Ricky chuckled. "Guys, you shouldn't have. For real, you almost gave me a heart attack."
"You're an old man now?" Jet asked.
"Oh, yeah, he's a grandpa," Nick grinned. "18. That's practically the new 50."
"I'm 18," Clara looked at him.
Nick shrugged. "I'm into older women, what can I say?"
Phoebe laughed at them. "But wait, this isn't it. You can come in!"
The door to the cabin opened and Big Red came in, the cake balancing on his arm (which nearly gave Phoebe a heart attack). "Please tell me these bunks are air-conditioned."
"Biggie?" Ashlyn breathed out.
"Of course you showed up!" Ricky rushed forward to give him a hug.
"We've spent every birthday together since pre-school," Big Red told him.
"Yeah. And of course you brought a lotto ticket!"
Big Red furrowed his brows. "Brought a what now?"
"A lotto ticket?" Ricky replied. "It's the last thing on my bucket list. That's why you're here, right?"
