This One Time At Band Camp...-Ashton Irwin-

10

(If you get the picture... I love you.)

Oil's P.O.V.

"Welcome to cabin 5." Jason said. "The set you will be playing on is the black one next to Alexander." Jason explained. "-Alex, call me Alex please. I hate Alexander. " he said.

I sat down next to Alex and realized he looked familiar. "Hey-alex!" I whispered.

He turned to me. "What?" He whispered back. Jason started naming off what cymbal a certain cymbal was called.

"Are you on the snare line?" I asked. "Yea?"

"Ok. That's all." He looked at me with a weird expression on his face but he brushed it off and looked to Jason and wrote in the notebook on his lap.

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After drum set studies I checked my schedule and I had a free hour to do what I wanted. Wow. Cool.

I stood and walked out of the great cabin 5. Not sure what to do next I found a bench and sat on it. It was just 3 feet from the cabin.

I pulled out my phone and went to twitter. I scrolled through and saw Harley tweeted me. It said,

@Harleyisbananna: I have a surprise for @olithebananna!!!! It's soo great I'm gonna die!¡!¡

Don't you love our twitter names?

@olithebananna: you are a fluorescent adolescent... @harleyisbananna

Eh eh? Arctic Monkeys anyone?

Nah? Okay....

"Oli!" I heard Mikey scream from a distance. I looked up and I stead I seeing mike I saw Luke.

Uh, "hey Luke?" I said unsure why he wants to talk to me. He jogged over but without a flute and plopped next to me heaving air into his lungs.

"Out of shape?" I asked. "N-no, I was string chased."

Chased? "Why were you getting chased?" He shifted uncomfortably. "My flute..." He said and folded his hands in his lap and stared at them. Not sure what to do next, I hugged him. Quite tightly.

"It's okay. Their just assholes. Flute is awesome right?" I asked. "Yeh, I-I guess." He stammered shaking his head.

I let go of him and looked at his face as a single tear rolled down his red cheek. I pushed his face up to look at me and frowned.

I wiped his tear with my thumb and hugged him again. "Did they hurt you?" I asked him. I have no idea why but I was getting very territorial over this guy Luke. Not like 'like like' but like a brother. A younger brother who gets teased because of what he plays...... Like me.

*FLASH BACK TO 8TH GRADE*

"NO STOP! PLEASE!" I screamed in the bullies face. It was one of my own section. Percussion. I had gotten first chair for the second time this's year and I was the only girl In the group.

"No, you don't deserve to be in percussion. Bloody girl." The bully sneered and kicked me more. He grabbed my favorite sticks and hit me hard with them then snapped them in half.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

My vision was getting blurred and I knew I was about to cry. I stood and grabbed Luke's hand a ran off towards my cabin. Dragging my new venting buddy with me.

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Aw, she got bullied. But now she has Luke who is treated like her in 8th grade.

Gab