bedazzled belt || kickin' it

002 DUMMY DANCING

note: because the actual ep 2 makes me uncomfortable bc of the fatphobia!!

Cameron carefully and quietly left the classroom, though almost immediately got ran over. She let out a sound of surprise as she was caught by the arms, Jerry pausing. "Crud, sorry, Cam! It's Waxy Wednesday, gotta meet with the others." She didn't have a chance to say anything as she was dragged off with him holding onto her.

He pulled her through the halls, stopping to let her go before pushing doors open, and nearly jumping down a set of stairs to lean over the half wall, "Guys!! Did we miss anything?" He asked, Cameron walking down the stairs normally.

She wasn't going to run, the floors were genuinely just waxed and she didn't want to get hurt, "Not yet. Hey, shouldn't you be in detention for putting a tollbooth in the boys' bathroom?" Kim asked.

Jerry smiled proudly, adjusting his leather jacket as he moved to sit on one of the ledges, "I should be, but when you sit me in the back and leave a window open. . . I'm what they call a flight risk." He nodded.

"Jack, your records about to be broken. Prepare for the new world champion; Milton 'The Missile' Krupnick." He pulled off his sweater and pants, revealing a purple one piece outfit that was similar to a bobsledding uniform. "Designed by Cameron Peterson." He pointed at her, her grinning back while they both ignored the groans of their friends. "I have all your body measurements." She hummed.

"Dude, eat a sandwich." Jerry complained, Milton rolling his eyes while pulling the head covering of the one piece on top of his head. A door opened, Cameron turning to see Truman walking over to them.

"Oh, look at this. I've walked into the middle of a loser-palooza!" He grinned, stopping right beside Cameron. "What do you want, Truman?" Jack asked, the male shrugging, "I thought I'd just. . . hang out."

"Do you have to do it here?" Jerry asked, Truman glancing up at him in annoyance, "It's a free hallway, Jerry."

Now Milton had a helmet on, holding one of the lunch trays, "Truman, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with destiny." He smiled, Truman moving to rest his elbow on Cameron's shoulder, "Well, that'll be your first date ever." He scoffed, frowning as she pushed his arm off her, moving up the stairs to lean on the ledge Jerry was sitting on.

"Hahaha!! Very funny." Milton mocked him, then pointed, "You're about to see my skid marks." Everyone made a face at his words, making him pause, "Okay, I thought that was gonna sound different when it came out."

Then he shook his head, moving to get in position as Kim ran over to a garbage can, "Okay, guys. This garbage can marks Jack's record of 47 floor tiles."

Suddenly, Milton started shouting, running past them to slide on his knees on the lunch tray, sliding right past the garbage can and into the doors. He kept going still, and everyone quickly moved to check on him when he crashed.

"He just shattered your record!" Jerry gasped, "And that paper-mache solar system outside the science room!" Kim added, "At least Pluto wasn't destroyed. . ." Cameron sighed.

"It looks like somebody greased his tray!" Jack pointed out. Truman laughed from the other hall as Milton limped over to them.

"Looks like Saturn is now lodged in the dark side of the moon." He grimaced, Cameron walking over to him to take the solar system display off from around his neck.

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Cameron sat on a bench in the Bobby Wasabi dojo, attempting to do homework as the others did training. Attempting meaning, she always struggled, but always gave it a go!