Beneath the Surface
"Finally."
Patrick Palmer stared up at the clear blue sky, laying on the on the couch at the front of the boat. Sammy sat on the couch in front of him while Ben sat next to her.
"Are we really off the island? Or is this a dream?" Sammy asked as Brooklyn and Darius joined the group holding plates of fruit.
"Don't jinx it." Patrick groaned sitting up. "Besides. Pretty sure we'd have a change of clothes."
"What do you mean?" Ben asked. "I always wanted a signature look."
The group all laughed but Patrick turned around to see Yaz distancing herself from the others. She was staring down at a piece of paper, scribbling on it.
Patrick stood up and wrapped his arms around her neck from behind causing her to gasp before giggling after realizing who it was.
"It's lunch time." Patrick whispered. Yaz turned smiling, until she saw Darius and Brooklyn causing her face to drop. "Don't tell me you and Kenji are still mad at them."
"How can I not be?" Yaz asked, her voice low. "You could've died."
"I know." Patrick assured. "But they're still our friends. And this might be our last meal with them."
Yaz frowned and look up at Patrick.
"Please?" Patrick asked causing Yaz to sigh.
"Fine. Only for you Cornball." Yaz said.
"That's my new nickname." Patrick asked causing Yaz to smile.
"We are armed with..." Yaz said with a smirk.
"Don't finish." Patrick groaned causing Yaz to laugh. Her smile quickly faded when she saw Darius and Brooklyn sitting. They looked up to see her and Kenji glaring at them before sitting down themselves. Yaz sitting close to Patrick as he was eating the strawberries oblivious to everything.
"Hey Patrick, you uh, mentioned you cook?" Sammy asked trying to break the tension.
"Tried to." Patrick said. "Dave was trying to teach me a bit before I came here."
"Well, then you're gonna love the main course!" Ben exclaimed holding a plate above his head. "The juiciest, the plum best, Nublar grubs!"
Ben placed the plate on the table revealing a pile of live grubs causing the others to reel back in disgust.
"EW!" Patrick yelled. "I'm not eating that."
"Oh c'mon." Ben said offering Sammy a grub. "They taste like chicken."
"I'm good." Sammy said.
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Camp Cretaceous: Trust
FanfictionHis name is Patrick Palmer. A boy with a ton of insecurities. He spent years of his life being bullied for a something he has no control over. After another day, his mom calls Patrick's uncle and he gets him a spot in Camp Cretaceous, where he'll g...
