Jadam Oneshots

Summer Camp

Based off of the request from @dontcometobrazil

Adam's pov

James had the bright idea to drag me into being a camp councilor during the summer.

I had mentioned that I could use a bit of extra cash, and that I was going to try and find a nice summer job to fill up some more of my free time.

James had mentioned this summer camp called "Canyon Creek", and I sarcastically said that it was the perfect job for me.

James seemed to miss the sarcastic part, but I could hardly refuse when he smiled so wide at me.

It's not like I don't like kids. They're fine. I guess. It's just if I had to choose between babysitting a bunch of drooling 6 year olds, or going to a movie with my friends, I wouldn't choose the 6 year olds.

Fortunately, the camp wasn't full of 6 year olds. It was full of preteens. Which might have been significantly worse, now that I think about it.

The first day of training started off with waking up far too early in the morning, and driving down to the campsite where I would spend my next few months in hell.

Once we were informed about a few basic rules, we were handed our uniforms, led to our cabins, and told to meet at the lunch hall by 12.

I got changed rather quickly, excited to relax for the next hour while I waited for lunch. James seemed to take much longer to get ready than me, staying in the bathroom for nearly 20 minutes.

Eventually he called out to me in distress from the bathroom.

"Um Adam? I think they gave me the wrong size shorts."

I chuckled and called back,

"You're probably just used to longer ones. I'm sure it's fine."

James stepped out of the bathroom, looking rather flustered, and wearing very high shorts.

While mine reached a few inches above my knee, James' reached just above his mid thigh, clearly too short for his body.

I chuckled loudly, which made him blush even further.

"Looks like you're too tall for those shorts Jameson. Though you work them pretty well."

He wined in embarrassment, avoiding looking me directly in the eye as he shuffled back to his other pairs of shorts to find a longer pair.

I tried to not stare as he shuffled back to the bathroom to change again, this time into less revealing shorts.

Half an hour later the loud bell clanged, signifying lunch hour, and James and I shuffled our way over to the large group of people already in line for food.

Lunch came and went, and so did the rest of the day, with more and more protocols being thrown at us from left and right.

We learned CPR, knot tying skills, and how to properly use a knife. I imagine it was quite similar to Boy Scouts.

The week continued on with more challenges, and practicing the skills we had learned during previous days to make sure we remembered them.

By the end of each day I was exhausted and ready to sleep as soon as I dragged myself back into our cabin.

Once training week ended, it was time for the campers to come in.

The dirt parking lot was covered in different cars, vans and trucks, all hauling kids from the age of 11 to 16.

It felt like an outdoor middle school. You could practically see the hormones floating off of each kid as they hauled all of their items to their corresponding cabins.