Day 6: Bus Rides

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This week is Summer Camp week, and all the fics will be part of a longer story. 

Everyone was loud, obnoxiously so. Felix had thought he would be able to read his book for the entire trip, but he hadn't even managed to finish a paragraph yet. Why had he allowed himself to be convinced summer camp was a good idea?

It was another of Adrien's schemes to spend more time with his cousin and introduce said cousin to his friends. Surely, after the incident last time Felix was in Paris, Adrien would have learned that Felix didn't want to know his friends. They were irritating and not at all like people Felix would want to be friends with.

Felix groaned as one of the groups behind in burst into song for what seemed like the hundredth time, wishing he had the foresight to put his earplugs in his backpack instead of the suitcase underneath the bus.

Adrien appeared over the back of the seat in front of Felix, hanging his arms down as he spoke. "Are you going to join the singing? I'm sure you know at least one of these songs."

"I do not participate in singing, especially not on bus trips like this one. I would like to read my book, and singing is not conducive with that goal." Felix lifted his book slightly to emphasise his point. "If I had known summer camp would be like this, I wouldn't have agreed to come."

"You're no fun, Felix." Seemingly finished with the conversation, Adrien turned back around and sat in his seat again. At the same time, the singing at the back dropped into silence once more, and Felix allowed his shoulders to drop in relief.

Finally, he might be able to read his book for the first time all trip.

And he did, for five minutes. Then, the bus slowed down as it passed under a tall wooden arch with the words 'Camp Forêt' engraved into it. People around the bus began to cheer at their journey drawing to a close. Felix groaned again and closed his book, dropping it into his satchel.

People around him were starting to get antsy as the bus rolled to a stop. After a few moments that lasted just a few moments too long, the bus doors opened with a quiet hiss and people began to jostle each other to get off.

After the bus was nearly empty, Felix stood from his seat and followed the last dregs of the crowd out the door. When the sun hit his face, he squinted around the campsite, taking in the dark wood cabins and the imposing forest beyond the fences in the distance. It looked like somewhere straight out of a horror movie, and the inspiration for the name of the camp became glaringly obvious.

Oh well, it was better than getting back on that bus. Really, the only good thing about being stuck at this camp for the summer was that the next bus ride wouldn't be for a good couple of months. That would be plenty of time to steel himself, and finish the books he had ought with him free from the interruption of singing all around him. 

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