Home Sweet Home (REVISED)

Chapter 17

At eight, the three classes were gathered to eat breakfast in a common hut at the camp, where the teachers announced the winners of the movie contest. Vince, Nikki, Tommy and Mick's bullying movie made it to 4th place, but only because most of the other movies sucked, and theirs had an actual message to show. But that wasn't what mattered anyway, what mattered was that they had all gotten to know eachother, especially Tommy and Nikki. "Aw, come on!", Vince exclaimed, "We worked so hard on that!" Tommy chuckled. "I didn't even care for the prices", he said with a shrug, "But what I did care for was-" "Oh, shut up", a grumpy Vince interrupted, "Don't give me that 'friendship is more important' crap". The three others only laughed, simply because Vince was acting like a five year old. But the worst part hadn't even been revealed yet.

Yep, they were all going to the very top of a fucking mountain afterwards. Vince looked up at the huge rocky thing. Nikki, Tommy and Mick had all been smart and prepared for a trip like this, and packed clothes and shoes that fit for the environment, while the only thing Vince had packed was lipstick and hair products. "Are you fucking serious!?", Vince exclaimed, "Nobody told me that we were climbing fucking Mount Everest!" Tommy and Nikki just laughed, and looked at the pathetic little doll whose only benefit was that he didn't have a huge backpack to carry. "Why did I even come?", Mick sighed, "I could have stayed at home doing nothing today". Tommy laughed. "Your loss", he said, and turned to Nikki, "Come on, we'll beat them to the top". Nikki smiled; he was so pumped for this. "Yeah!", he replied, and they both started running up the fucking mountain. Vince and Mick just stood at the bottom, staring up in amazement at those two crazy fuckers who had decided on running up the entire thing.

When they all came back to the camping spot, Nikki and Tommy were both exhausted from running up, and then back down the mountain, while Vince and Mick were just laughing at the two sweaty guys for being stupid. As Nikki and Tommy were catching their breaths, Mick went into the camp-hut and picked up his guitar, and brought it back out to where the three others were sitting, in front of the campfire. Amazed that there were other musicians among them, Tommy stared at Mick's acoustic Gibson guitar. "You play guitar!?", he exclaimed, "I play drums, and Vince can sing!" Mick just shrugged, and strummed on the strings. "I play bass", Nikki mumbled. Vince and Tommy looked over at him in amazement. "You do!?", they exclaimed, surprised by the fact that Nikki did something linked to the social life. Nikki nodded shyly.

Thinking for a while, Tommy came up with a brilliant idea. "Hey, why don't we start a band?", he suggested, looking at the three of them. "Tommy, I already have a band, remember?", Vince said, "Rock Candy". Oh, right... "Well, ditch them!", Tommy went on, "We'll form a better band than Rock Candy, and we'll call it... uh..." "I've also got a band", Nikki interrupted, "It's called 'London'". Tommy basically had the breath beaten out of him. Since when did everyone have bands!? "Where was I when all of this happened!?", he exclaimed, making both Vince and Nikki laugh. "And Mick has a band called 'White Horse'", Vince added. Tommy threw his hands up. "Goddamnit!", he shouted. The three others who had bands just laughed. "Actually", Mick started, "I was planning on quitting White Horse anyways, they kinda suck". Tommy suddenly grew happier. "Hell yeah, dude! Now we only need a singer and a bass player!" Nikki looked at how happy Tommy suddenly was, and felt bad for him since he wouldn't find another bass player around, since there weren't really that many people who did play bass. "You know...", Nikki said, "I could quit London to play with you, they weren't really nice to me anyways..." The three of them looked at Vince; now they only lacked a singer for their new band. "What?", Vince asked, "Seriously? I'm not quitting Rock Candy for the sake of your cheesy new group of bums". They just continued staring at him, hoping that for some magical reason it would work, and make him change his mind. "Argh, fine!", Vince finally cried out, making the three of them cheer happily, and a little smile appearing on Vince's face as well.

"But what should we call it?", Tommy asked, looking at the three others for ideas. It went silent for a while, until Nikki broke it with an idea: "What about 'Christmas'?", he suggested, making Mick chuckle, thinking that it was the uttermost stupidest name on earth. "I kinda like it", Vince admitted. "Yeah, me too", Tommy added, nodding in agreement. "Seriously?", Mick said, rolling his eyes, "I've had a name that's way better locked up for years, but don't come here thinking that I'll waste it on this sorry bunch". They all moved forward on their spots around the campfire, looking at Mick in excitement. "Fine, I'll say it", Mick said, "But I'm saving it for a band that's good enough to deserve it". They all just waited in silence, not caring whether they would get the name or not. "Mottley Croo", Mick finally said, the others just staring at him without saying a word. "Mottley Croo?", Tommy repeated. "It sounds kinda cool", Vince added, "I'd play in a band called Mottley Croo". They all talked about it for a while, even though Mick still wouldn't give up on the name for these guys. "It sounds like some kinda gang", Nikki said. "Yeah, like a crew or something", Tommy added. Discussing it for a while longer, they landed on the name 'Motley Crue', and later added umlauts over the O and the U, stolen from a German beer that Vince was drinking at the time called 'Löwenbräu', to make it somewhat cooler.