Summer Camp | 5SOS

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"Come on, Michael, get ready. You need to be at the campground in like two hours."

"I'm not going," Michael muttered to his mother.

"You've been playing video games too long. You need to get out of the house." His mother said.

"I'm fine with just video games. I'm safe in here. Besides, I don't want to go to a stupid summer camp." Michael said and put down his controller.

"You're going to Camp Hardeman, Michael. Whether you like it or not." His mum said and he couldn't help but let out a laugh.

"Camp Hardeman?"

"Camp Hardeman."

"Oh, yes, I want to leave the house and get burnt, bitten by bugs, and have the possibility of being eaten by some sort of bear," Michael said sarcastically. "I totally want to go to Camp Hardeman. Because anyone would want to go to a camp that's named after an old man that's in need of a blowjob!"

"Michael Gordon!" His mom yelled.

"Yes, mother dear?" Michael said sarcastically and glared at her.

"Pack your bags and get your ass in the car."

"Isn't summer camp for children?" Michael asked as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Some, yes. But, this one is for teens." His mother answered. "Besides, you'll have loads of fun. Maybe you'll even find yourself a summer romance."

"Ha. Nice one." Michael said and rolled his eyes.

About two hours later, Michael's mom had dropped him off at the camp and he sighed as he walked over to the registration table.

"Welcome to Camp Hardeman." A perky blonde said as he looked at Michael. "Are you pre-registered? Or no?"

"I'm pre-registered." Michael said unenthusiastically.

"Alright, great. What's your name?" The blonde asked.

Michael stopped to think for a moment, not wanting to say his actual name. He glanced toward a folder on the table next to where he was standing and saw a paper that had had a few names. He wasn't sure if those names were campers, or camp counselors/workers, but he thought he'd give it a go.

"Lucas Hemmings." Michael said and looked at the blonde.

The blonde just stood there, looking at Michael like he was insane. "Excuse me?" He said and Michael shrugged.

"My name is Lucas Hemmings." Michael said and the blonde let out a small snicker.

"Alright, Lucas Hemmings," he said in an amused tone. "You're a counselor, right?"

"Um, no, I'm a camper." Michael said and the blonde rolled his eyes.

"I'm pretty sure I'd know that I'm a counselor. I may only be 16, but I am. Just ask Liz over there. She's in charge of the whole thing."

Michael couldn't help but blush slightly when he realized he was unable to trick the blonde into thinking his name was Lucas Hemmings, because apparently the blonde's name was Lucas Hemmings.

"That's what I thought. What's your name, kid?"

"I'll have you know that I am 17 years old. I'm older than you, so, I'm not 'kid'. I happen to be named-"

"Michael Clifford." Someone said from behind Michael.

"Excuse me, how the hell do you know my name?" Michael said before turning around to face the person.

"This is yours." The woman said and placed a folder in his hands before walking off.

"Typical Liz."

"Who was that?" Michael asked Lucas.

"Liz. She runs this camp." Lucas said with a grin. "Anyway, she obviously didn't have time to explain this to you. Inside that folder is your schedule, camp ID, and directions to your cabin. There's also a few other things as you can see, but I'm sure you'll have it all figured out. I have to attend to someone else. Not all of our registration workers showed up, and we-"

"I'll help."

"You can't. Go find your cabin." Lucas said and Michael sighed before walking away from the line and looking down at his folder.

"Why do I even need an ID? This is a camp, for fuck's sake." Michael muttered to himself.

"It's hard to explain. This is sort of a strict camp. But, they're not too strict. Don't worry. I was here last year." Someone said and Michael glanced at the person.

"Stop talking and show me Cabin C, yeah?" Michael said and the guy rolled his eyes before taking Michael's hand and taking him to the cabin.

"This is Cabin C. Is it supposed to be your cabin?" The guy asked.

"It is."

"Well, I'm Ashton." The guy said with a slight smile. "What's your name?"

"Michael," Michael said. "I'm assuming you're in this cabin too?"

"Mhm."

"Lovely." Michael muttered. "Why is there a schedule?"

"It's not a very strict schedule. Most of the time you can do what you want, the schedule pretty much just tells you when you should be in bed and when breakfast is. Stuff like that." Ashton answered.

"So... Why is this even called Camp Hardeman?"

"Because of Lake Hardeman. You really are new to this camp, aren't you?"

"I hate camps." Michael muttered.

"I love them." Ashton said and Michael sighed.

"I'm allergic to wasps. I don't even tan, I burn because I'm so pale. I have a phobia of bear attacks. Does it look like I really want to be here?" Michael said and Ashton let out a small laugh.

"Easy. Bug spray, sunscreen, and there aren't any bears out here. You'll love it here." Ashton said and Michael shook his head.

"I'm only interested in staying in my room. Which, is obviously a place that I won't be for a few months."

"You're no fun. Seriously, why are you even here if you don't want to be?" Ashton asked.

"My mom thinks I spend too much time inside, and she wanted me to get out more, so she sent me to a stupid camp."

"That's the way I was last year, but it totally changed. I literally wanted to come back this year."

"I don't change that easy, dude." Michael replied. "Plus, I don't think you were in the exact same situation."

"Maybe I was." Ashton said.

"Well, maybe you weren't."

"Maybe I want to kiss you right now."

"Maybe I'm a little freaked out." Michael said and took a few steps back.

"Let's pretend that never happened.."

"Exactly."