"I'm going to miss you a lot," I told him truthfully.
He nodded. "Same here."
"At least I have your sweatshirt," I shrugged.
He pulled out his phone, quickly snapping a photo of me.
"Hey!" I exclaimed.
"Aw," he chuckled. "Aren't you
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• Griff •
"Then, somehow, we need to get to the next town for help!" Xander sighed.
Murphy stared ahead, determined. "I'll go. I'm the adult. Plus, I have the scooter. Although, the again, maybe I shouldn't go. Driving my scooter in this fog might be dangerous, since the bell's broken."
He continued being indecisive when I turned to Ash, who was wrapping my sweater tighter around her body.
She shivered as she turned to me. "Quel est le problème avec Murphy?"
I tilted my head like a puppy.
"Tirer. Tu ne peux pas me comprendre," she cursed. "Ça craint!"
"Oh no!" Tiffany exclaimed. "Murphy is displaying classic symptoms of Hamlet Disease, a mental condition that manifests itself in crippling indecisiveness."
"Are you sure?" Xander inquired.
Tiffany nodded. "Xander, Lou, you guys have to go for help!"
"You guys are the only sane ones here," I told them.
"What about you and Tiffany?" Lou asked.
"Correction. You're the only sane adults here," I corrected.
Xander shook his head. "I don't wanna go out into a poisonous fog!"
"Me neither!" Lou huffed.
Xander turned to Emma. "Well I have to stay here. My sweetie needs her Xander."
Ash scoffed. "Oh s'il te plait! Vous êtes censé être le brave mec, agissez comme ça!"
Emma smiled at Xander, lipstick all over her face. "Hey guy? You're whatcha-ma-calit is missing a round thingy."
"Ok, I'll go!" Xander sighed.
Lou nodded. "Yeah I'm going too."
Lou sighed. "Tiffany and Griff can mind the cuckoos."
"Est-ce que les gens vont arrêter de dire que j'ai perdu la tête?" Ash grumbled.
"Let's go," Lou said, running towards the mess hall doors.
"Wait!" Tiffany chimed. "Before you go out in that fog, you're going to need top of the line protection."
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"This is top of the line?" Lou jeered, staring down at the trash bags she and Xander wore.
I chuckled softly. "As top of the line as Camp gets."
"You could've at least given us unused trash bags," Xander whined.
Tiffany rolled her eyes. "Hey! I'm trying to save your lives here." She continued as I handed Lou and Xander their masks. "Now, these masks will filter the neurotoxin from the air."
