Eighty Days Of Summer Camp (RoChu)

Chapter Six: Kush Control

As you can probably guess from the title, this chapter involves recreational use of weed. Also I'M SORRY OKAY. I know this took over a month and I don't even have an excuse so just know that this fanfic doesn't have any fixed chapter publish times so I'm gonna be a little random.
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Just over two weeks had passed since their first sneaking out fiasco, and Yao could now say that he had finally settled in.

Sort of.

He had gotten pretty much used to the rest of the camp members, including all of their fighting and stupid banter, and now all he could do was try enjoy himself until the end. Just over sixty days were left still.

Yao woke up on that particular morning to a door being swung open.

"Morning Brohaws! Yours truly has been told to check the cabins! As you know, all candy is banned at camp, and now that someone puked last night due to eating five too many pop tarts they snuck in, we actually have to take that rule seriously!" Gilbert announced, striding into the cabin and looking around.

Yao rubbed his eyes and sat up in his bed, glaring at Gilbert, though at the same time nonchalantly hiding his Hello Kitty plushie under the sheets.

Yao hadn't bothered to bring any food, as he had doubted that it would be necessary. However, when Yao followed Gilbert with his gaze, he noticed Alfred- who was pretty much sweating his ass off- As if that wasn't suspicious!

Of course he would be the type of person to smuggle treats.

And, sure enough, Gilbert within two minutes had managed to find Alfred's stash.

"Brownies, I see?" He said, holding up the plastic tub and shaking it mockingly.

"Gilbert I can explain-" he began, though Gilbert paid him no mind.

"Not to be a party pooper but if Roma finds out I let you off he's gonna wreck my ass so...Wait wreck my ass sounds kinda weird-"

"So... you're only busting me for brownies? Nothing else?" Alfred asked carefully, avoiding all eye contact.

"Ja, what else would you be in trouble for?" Gilbert asked, suspiciously raising an albino eyebrow.

"NOTHING AT ALL THANKS GIL!" Alfred pretty much shouted, as Gilbert left the cabin without a second thought.

Yao sat up and got out of bed, suspiciously watching Alfred's awkward behaviour as he wiped his brow of sweat and sighed.

Why did he seem so guilty about  brownies? Alfred wasn't the type to feel guilty at all...

Then, it clicked.

"ALFRED!" Yao all but screamed, causing Alfred to jump in his own skin.

"Yao what the hell is- OW!" Alfred began, though his thoughts were soon replaced with loud protests as Yao began hitting him over and over again with a rolled up magazine.

"WHAT FUCK?! ALFRED YOU BROUGHT WEED TO A SUMMER CAMP? Why would you even have weed in the first place? That's illegal! And dangerous!" Yao lectured, only ceasing to stop beating him when Alfred pushed him off.

"Calm down dude! I didnt bring it, I bought the brownies yesterday and I wasn't expecting to get caught! I did actually try hide them- PLUS, Weed is totally safe as long as you're responsible" he ranted, his face scrunching up as if he was think really, REALLY hard.

Yao opened his mouth to disagree, but thats when Arthur piped up.

"Actually, Alfred is correct -for once- as weed has never killed anyone before and it's side affects very rarely cause the user to become aggressive. Of course, they can make you a little out of it and can certainly make you sick if you smoke it on an empty stomach. But, overall, they do little to no harm if you compare them to things like alcohol and cigarettes."