Forever and Always - Scomiche One-Shots

Camp

At 12 years old, Scott Hoying did not want to go to summer camp anymore. He was almost a teenager, mom and summer camp was lame. But the 12 year old never gets a say in the matter and just like the past 5 years, Scott was shipped off to a summer camp near Arlington, Texas for the next month.

On the other side of Arlington, Mitch Grassi's parents were not experiencing the same with their son. Mitch was more than ready to go to camp, in fact he had been packed for weeks now. It was Mitch's first time ever going but he had heard tons of stories from friends at school about all the cool things they did during the summer. The young boy couldn't wait.

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"Well this is where we leave you, son. Remember to call us every night before bed and if you need anything, we're just a phone call away and we can be here in a couple hours. I put extra batteries in the front of your bag incase your flashlight runs out, I know how you hate the dark." The bald man had his hands on his sons shoulders forcing him to look at him and listen.

"Yes, dad, I know. But can you keep it down? I don't need everyone thinking I'm some loser who's afraid of the dark before camp even begins!" Mitch glanced around to see how many people were actually nearby and who might've been listening in.

"I just worry about you, son."

"I know but I'm perfectly safe here. There's more camp counsellors here than actual campers by the looks of it!" Mitch exclaimed. The baby blue t-shirts the counsellors wore were covering the camp grounds, all rushing about checking in camper after camper and directing them to their bunk.

Speaking of, a particularly chipper short blonde girl came bouncing over to the Grassi's, ponytail swishing back and forth with every step. "Hi! My name is Meghan, who do we have checking in today?"

"Mitchell Grassi." Mitch's dad smiled at the young counsellor.

"It's just Mitch." Mitch muttered under his breath not really wanting Meghan to hear because social interactions with strangers scared him a little bit.

"Well "just Mitch", I'll get you all checked in whilst you say bye to your folks and then I'll show to your bunk." Apparently he hadn't muttered quiet enough and his cheeks burned with embarrassment.

"This is it, kiddo. One whole month away from the 'rents, think you can handle it?" Mike chuckled, ruffling Mitch's once perfectly styled hair.

Mitch huffed and went about trying to fix his hair into some sort of normality while answering his father, "yeah dad, I'm not a little kid anymore you know."

"He thinks because he's 11 he's not a little kid, did you hear that, Nel?" Mitch's mother laughed and started to fix the straps of Mitch's bags on his shoulders although they were sitting perfectly fine without her interference. But he guessed that's what mothers do.

"Okay, we love you, kissy boy. We'll see you soon." Mitch's mother placed a kiss on her sons head before giving him a tight squeeze.

"See ya later, son. Remember to call and brush your teeth every night and always tie your laces properly and wear sunscreen and... Oh yeah, remember to have fun, Mitchy. I can't wait to hear all about it." With a pat to the back and one last hug because even though he wasn't a kid anymore, this was a big deal, his parents were back in their old trusty red car and down the dirt road.

"Okay Mitch, let's go! You're cabin number 7. I'll show you the way." Mitch struggled to lift his overpacked duffel bag with his skinny little 11 year old arms but Meghan was quick to snatch it off him and away they went, heading in the opposite direction his parents had just disappeared down.