Eighty Days Of Summer Camp (RoChu)

Chapter Two: Circle Time!

He peered his head through the door first, before fully stepping into what would be his home for the next eighty days.

Immediately, the other three boys in his group snapped their heads to Yao's direction.

The first to approach him was the kid who had asked gilbert that dumb question earlier, he had sandy blonde hair and glasses and for some reason reminded Yao of this one american advertisement he had first seen when he moved to the USA.

"Sup! The name's Alfred F. Jones! Nice to meet'cha!" He said, saluting Yao and then holding out a clenched hand for him to fist bump, which Yao returned rather feebly.

"My name's Yao. Yao Wang." He replied, making as little eye-contact as possible.

Alfred nodded and strode towards the closest other boy.

"This is Arthur!" He exclaimed, gesturing to another blonde boy, who had bushy eyebrows and was currently sat unpacking several books, "Me and him go WAYYY back! He can be really grumpy a lot of the time, but I promise he isnt that bad once you get to know him. He is a bit of a smart ass though."

Without looking up from his bag, Arthur slapped Alfred round the head and then continued to get back to his unpacking.

"Ah!" He cried, before rubbing his head and gesturing to the last roommate.

"And this is Ivan, I only just met him now so uhhh... Yeah thats that." Alfred explained.

The last boy was tall, and by that Yao really meant that he looked like a tree. He had a pale complexion (though not as pale as Gilbert's) and light blonde hair, with a strong hooked nose.

"Hello." Ivan said, his accent seemed eastern European. Most likely Russian.

Yao nodded at him, striding past him with a fake-confident demeenor to the last bed available. Which was the one next to Ivan's. 

Yao spent the next ten minutes neatly folding his clothes and putting them in drawers, along with unpacking some other personal belongings.

"Whats that?" Alfred asked, after the majority of items in his duffel bag were gone.

Yao peered into his bag to see what Alfred had been enquiring about, only to be hit with a wave of crippling regret as he remembered that he had packed one of his plushies for the summer camp.

Why? Why?!? Past Yao why?!?!?!

Though he knew exactly why, of course. As lame as it sounded, Yao would probably start to miss home after a few weeks, and therefore needed something to remind him of home whilst he was there.

Before Alfred could reach his hand in and snatch out the toy, forever scarring Yao, he zipped closed the duffel bag and threw it under his bed.

"NOTHING." He shouted, and then afterwards striding out the cabin without even a mere look at Alfred's suspicious face.

Once he was outside, Yao instantly noticed Gilbert and all the girls were sitting in a half circle on green camp chairs,  the other half of which was probably supposed to be made up by the boys.

"Ah, Yao! I see you're the first of the boys to come out. Well done. You are now the alpha." He congratulated him, beckoning him to the seat next to him.

"What?" Yao asked, not quite seeing what Gilbert was getting at

"What?"

Before Yao could retort, Alfred slammed open the door like it was made of goddamn titanium and strode over bouncilly to the group.

"Whats going on, Gilbo Baggins?" Alfred asked loudly, afterwards flashing a toothy grin.

"Alfred." Gilbert's tone suddenly became deadly serious. You could see the fear in Alfred' s eyes.