Camp Counselor (5SOS Cake) *DISCONTINUED*

Chapter Three

                I sat down in front of Uncle Luke and next to Michael at the table. In the middle of yawning, I said, “Uncle Luke?”

                “You can call me Luke. I think we’re on those terms by now,” Unc- err… Luke said back, stuffing his mouth with Lucky Charms.

                “Ah, yeah, okay. Well I was wondering if-,”

                “What, did you guys like have sex or something?” Michael interrupted.

                Luke’s eyes widened and he coughed, nearly choking on his cereal, “Dear God, no, Michael!”

                “Well then why can’t I call you Luke instead of Uncle Luke?” Michael pouted, “I’ve been your favorite camper for three years! You knew me back when my hair got dyed the wrong color and it was pink for like a year!”

                “Oops, I didn’t tell you that you were replaced by Calum?” Luke teased.

                “Fuck you; I’m calling you Lukeypoo now.”

                “Lukeypoo?” I said and grinned at Michael, taking a sip of my orange juice.

                “Don’t be jealous because you don’t have a cute nickname for him,” Michael ruffled his hand through my hair.

                “Um,” I mumbled, turning to Luke, “I’ll call you… Lucas.”

                “What? That’s not a nickname, that’s his full name,” Michael complained, creasing his eyebrows together in anger.

                I chuckled, “At least it’s shorter than Lukeypoo.”

                “Well at least mine’s not his actual name.”

                “Guys,” Luke said, “Call me what you want,” he lowered his voice, “Just call me Uncle Luke in front of Uncle Pat or Aunt Danielle.”

                I felt a push on my back as small hands wrapped around my torso from behind me.

                “Hippo Hippo Hippo Hippo!” Paige squealed, “I missed you so much!”

                I turned around and sat her down on my lap. She turned herself around so she was straddling me and pushed her head into my chest.

                “I missed you too, Paige. How’s the Alpacas group?” I asked, squeezing her nose.

                “It’s really fun! The counselors are really nice to me and said that they’d schedule swimming time so that I can swim with you!”

                “That’s great!”

                “Alpacas!” a female counselor called through an unnecessary bullhorn, “Time to go get ready for swimming and then have OAT!”

                “Bye, Hippo!” Paige called as she slid off of my lap and ran into her tent line.

                “What’s-,” I started, but Michael obviously knew what I was going to ask.

                “OAT stands for Optional Activity Time where you can choose between going to the Igloo, Boating, Craft Shop, or Basketball,” he said, “and Lukeypoo here always chaperones Boating. Well, technically he has to.”