The Miscreants of Xiphoid Camp [NOT UPDATING CURRENTLY]

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Avior Viator had not thought that he would end up at Xiphoid Camp again. But he was at that moment standing before Fred Finch in the front office of the very place he had only months before sworn to never return to. And he was not at all disappointed about it.

"Alrighty!" Fred Finch said, "everything's all sorted out. You're in Tertius again, same bunk, cabinmates, et cetera. Have a wonderful day!" He all but shoved Avior out the door. Avior personally suspected that perhaps Fred Finch did not like him very much after the stunt he pulled on Halloween.

Who in their right mind would hold a camp session in the coldest part of the winter? It was damn freezing outside! How ridiculous! Bits of ice along the path crunched under the suitcase's wheels as Avior walked as quickly as he could to Tertius. He was decidedly not excited to see Marcus again, but it beat the deathly cold January air. Freaking Marcus with his annoying voice and stupid personality and frustratingly, horribly gorgeous and perfect smile and his way of lording his wonderful reputation over everyone and FREAKING MARCUS. UGH. WHAT A JERK.

Avior took a deep breath and steeled himself for the horrors that awaited within the cabin. He opened the purple door.

"YOU'RE LETTING THE COLD AIR IN!" Nicolas yelled. "CLOSE THE DOOR!"

The five other boys in Tertius were all huddled in a gigantic pile of fabric upon fabric in the center of the room. Todd was nearly completely covered in blankets, and Bradley must have been wearing at least four sweaters. Perhaps it was not very warm inside the cabin.

Avior shut the door. "Hi," he said.

"Oh my god, it's Vivi!" James cried, emerging from the depths of the blanket pile. "Hello Vivi!"

"Don't call me that. That's the worst nickname ever," Avior snapped.

"Will you join our blanket pile?" Bradley asked. "The heater's broken. You're probably going to want to,"

"Don't join our pile!" Marcus hissed from his place underneath Nicolas's legs. Avior glared at him. He hadn't been planning to join their pile, but he had been planning to annoy Marcus a thousand different ways.

"I'll join your pile. Just give me a second to unpack,"

Marcus made no attempt to conceal his disappointment, throwing his head back and groaning loudly. Ha. What a loser. He had forgotten how fun it was to piss off Marcus.

There was someone Avior had to talk to.

Arin.

Arin, who probably thought he had been ignoring them for the past few months, who had most likely assumed that Avior did not want anything to do with them anymore. He was very much dreading this conversation. He'd make up some half-lie about strict parents taking away his phone or banning him from texting people or whatever. It would be fine.

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door to Nonus. Footsteps from inside the cabin made their way to the door, then paused as a quiet conversation took place. The footsteps returned a moment later and the door was cracked open just a tiny bit. All Avior could see was half of someone's face.

"What do you want?" a voice whispered.

Wow. Nonus was creepy. "Is Arin there?" Avior asked.

"Yeah," the voice said dubiously, "why do you want to talk to them?"

"Why do you want to stick your nose into other people's business?" Avior fired back.

The half-face disappeared and the door clicked shut. Okay. That was fine. He'd talk to Arin another time.