Across The Pond - Mavin

A/N: I know I didn't talk about this idea but I couldn't stop thinking about this one in particular.

Third Person POV:

It was the end of the highschool schooling season and it was now summer. Hot, muggy, and wet for the most part. Rust colored, humidified curls stuck to a crystal white face, dusted with freckles. The teen who belonged to that hair and that face twirled his thick framed, black glasses, the sun glaring down on the skin of this boy. He huffed air that was filled with venom and poison all at once.

This teen was Michael Vincent Jones.

A gruttle growl erupted from his throat. He didn't feel like being at this camp his mother shipped him off to every year. It was your average summer camp. Swimming in the surely radiated pond, making pointless charms such as bracelets, and your divisions of the camp considering what you were there for. He was there with his best friend, Ray Narvaez Jr. This boy had tanned skin, a slight dark stubble on his chin, thick framed, black glasses, and messy black hair. They had been friends since the beginning of middle school.

"Hey asshole. Ready to do this shit again?" Soft brown eyes rolled at the sentience.

"Yeah yeah. This shit... AGAIN..." A rough voice answered the younger male's. The Puerto Rican chuckled softly and pulled his 3DS from the back of his pocket. He sat on the bed next to the Jersey mans and started to play.

A groan.

Then a creak of wood.

"Welcome to Camp Cock-Bite..."

"Rooster Teeth!" A mop of blonde hair stuck into the door and smiled, teeth pearly white. A low chuckle walked in with him as he closed the door behind him. Michael gave a small smile. One of the "quietest" camp counselors had came in; Ryan Haywood.

"Whatever, Mr. Asshole."

"Tisk tisk, Michael. Cussing in a 'friendly environment' are we?" He quoted with his fingers in the air as he spoke. Ray heard the older man and chuckled softly.

"Friendly?" Ray spoke in an amused tone, "The fucking jocks and cheerleader whores are horny as shit." Ryan and Michael let out barks of laughter. Ryan sat next to Ray. They had a thing going on and only Michael knew. If anyone else were to find out, Ryan would surely be stuck in jail. The younger male closed his electronic and set it down. He gave a soft smile to the older man.

"Well boys, welcome to our fucking hell for the next three months."