What Happens At Band Camp (Boyxboy)

Meet the Trumpets

I honestly had no idea how the hell to get to the field from where I was in the bleachers. Instead I stood there looking like an idiot until someone came and got stuck in the same situation. She carried a medium sized case and approached me looking like the happiest girl in the world. She was the same size as me with hair that's obviously bleached but looks nice on her. Her white t shirt is so baggy on her that I can see a pink bra strap but can't see shorts anywhere.

"Um...hi I'm a freshman and I don't know how to get to the field for band camp. Do you think you can help a sister out?" Her voice is just as bubbly as she looks.

"I would help but see I'm kinda lost too." Her overjoyed shell disappears for the tiniest fraction of time but returns as she makes a comeback as the happiest teenage girl on this planet. Right before she can say the words I see build up in her she gets disrupted by an Asian looking boy walks up to us. He wears basketball shorts with an Iron Creek High track shirt and black Nike shoes.

"Are you two lost? I can help if you want, I'm a sophomore and I still remember being like you last year in the summer." Before anything bubbles here responded for the both of us.

"Like hell yeah!" We followed him to another part of the stadium where we arrived at the football field.

"Thanks!"we say in unison. "No prob better get back over there for any others who need help like you, see ya!" and with that he's gone back to the bleachers. I look at all the instruments talking among themselves but behind me I feel the burning gaze of Bubbles the human happy pill. I turn around to look at her and she smiles a scary smile before she finally figures something out.

"You're Max Jimenez, right? The first chair trombone in district last year?" I nod. "So your the guy who dated Mikey last year?" she prodded. I didn't like talking about Mikey he actually broke my heart but everybody had it the other way around because they believed him instead of me. Because of him I lost about 90% of my friends that year.      
"Yeah, I guess I broke his heart last year." Her bubbly attitude disappears again and with an evil smile she adds,
"Good job, I hated that guy." For the first time since last year, mention of Mikey finally made me smile.

"Thanks, so what's your name?"

"Nothing. Call me Cat. Its what everybody else calls me."

And with that she turns around and sets her case on the floor and the moment of truth is upon us. She opens the case and inside there's a...a.....a trumpet!!! I watch her pick up her instrument almost as it were a child and with a gentle touch inserts the mouthpiece. She turns around to look at me and that's when I realize I was staring.

"So are you gonna take out your instrument or just keep staring at my ass?"

"Ummm......yeah..... I mean yeah. I mean take out my instrument."

Was I a human tomato right now? Probably.

I pulled my instrument out and followed Cat to the field unconsciously realizing that she was walking to the trumpet section. It wasn't until a concert F was played that I realized I was surrounded by the trumpets.