Summer Camp (Conman/ Kleinphy fic)

Chapter Eleven: Spaghetti

Connor returned ten minutes later with a box of stolen food from the cafeteria. The three boys gathered around the box almost ceremoniously, picking at the crusty and oddly colored spaghetti with their hands because Connor forgot to bring forks.

    "Are you feeling better, Ev?" Jared nudged the boy with his elbow.

    "A bit." Evan sighed, trying to wipe the spaghetti sauce off his face and instead smearing it.

    "What was the fight about?" Jared loudly slurped up his spaghetti, earning a disgusted look from Connor.

    "Jared, have some fucking manners." Connor  huffed. "And what fight?" Jared quietly mocked Connor under his breath before continuing to slurp up food.

    "Zoe and I got into a argument while we were on the rafting trip." Evan grabbed a handful of spaghetti and attempted to eat it without getting any of it on himself. They were all failing terribly at keeping themselves clean as each had large, gross stains dripping down the front of their shirts.

    "That sucks dude, so why is she mad at you?" Connor asked.

    "Why do you assume she's mad at him?" A piece of spaghetti flew out of Jared's mouth and landed on Connor's face.

    "Because he's not ranting to us, he's upset about it. Plus, she's my sister, she's always mad at something." Connor wiped the spaghetti sauce from his face. "And Jared, don't speak with your mouth full."

    Jared locked eyes with Connor and shoved a handful of spaghetti into his mouth.

    "Don't tell me what to do." Spaghetti went everywhere as Jared talked. Evan ducked to try to preserve himself.

     "Jesus, you got it everywhere!" Connor complained, grabbing a handful of the spaghetti. "So I guess it won't matter if I do this-" Connor chucked the spaghetti at Jared, hitting him right in the face. Evan let out a loud giggle.

    "You wanna play that game?" Jared grabbed a fistful and flung it at Connor, it hit him in the chest and dripped down so it also got all over his pants. Evan, already sensing he would be next to get a face full of spaghetti, stood up and tried to run. Jared grabbed the boy's leg, holding on tightly as Connor scooped up and flung a spaghetti wad at Evan, getting him in the back.

    "That's gross!" Evan whined, trying to tug himself free.

    "Don't worry, I'll get him back for you." Connor winked at Evan and before Jared could do anything Connor was rubbing spaghetti into his hair. Jared immediately let go of Evan's leg and tried to get the sauce out. Connor, however, caught Jared and held him still as rubbed the food in further.

    "My hair! My hair!" Jared shrieked, trying to squirm away from Connor.

"I'm just trying out a new gel for you." Connor laughed, finally letting go of Jared. Jared stumbled and landed on his butt on the floor, staring up at Connor.

"My hair." Jared pouted, hurriedly fixing and fussing with it.

"Your hair is just fine." Connor rolled his eyes and wiped some spaghetti off his face.

"Look guys!" Evan squeaked. Jared and Connor looked over to see Evan drop a bunch of spaghetti from his shirt. "It's like it's my guts!"

"That's nice, Evan." Connor chuckled.

    "Ev, there are more important things happening right now, like my hair." Jared had gotten up and now stood looking in the mirror. "You guys got me all dirty, now I have to shower."

    "Jesus, who knew you were such a priss, Kleinman." Connor teased. "Your hair looks fine, even when it's covered in spaghetti." Jared still huffed.