You should have never come
Chapter 2
...I'd tell them that I'm good at guitar, too, but the possibility of them asking me to play and me getting busted would be too big.
God I hate camps.
Gerard’s POV
In an hour it seemed to me as if the old man’s sharp knees, which were still buried into my spine, were fully grown into my body.
I was a part of that man now, we were one whole… His legs grown into my back… I imagined how it would look like in my head. Disgusting, to be honest. I wondered if there’s a surgery to fix that, just in case his knees were actually fully buried in me.
I cringed, my whole body shaking up. This was getting really weird.
I arched my back, stretching my completely numb limbs, and a loud moan of pleasure accidentally escaped my lips before I could stop it. It was immediately met with a kick to my seat from behind (damn that man, seriously, why can’t he just chill the fuck out?) and I quickly shut my mouth, struggling to keep in a groan of annoyance. I wasn’t willing to get in a fight with some elderly asshole.
I threw my head back, closing my tired eyes which were slightly stinging with dryness. Just one more hour of this circle of hell, and I’ll be transported right into the next. Great, this is all I could have ever wished for.
I dug through my bag, trying to not accidentally crumble any of my artworks up, and pulled out the camp‘s booklet that mom told me to read. I needed to at least know where I was going, just to be prepared and stuff. I didn’t want to be caught by surprise when they tell us we are going to live in rooms with 15 people in each one.
I ran my eyes lazily over the blue and red paper, unfolding it.
In the top left corner there was the camp’s logo- a white triangle with a smaller red one inside of it. Behind them there was a navy-blue semi-circle, twelve yellow stars spread equally around it- six on each side. “Village Camps, Austria, Zell am See,” it read under it. This is great, actually, I love Alpes. Especially that Milka chocolate they have there- that’s from Alpes, right? Oreo one is the best. Holy fuck I love Alpes.
I quickly read through the paragraphs of text.
“Situated in glorious countryside in a valley amongst mountains and glacier caps, the quaint village of Piesendorf is the home of the Austrian Village Camps. It is located one and a half hours from Salzburg and five minutes from the famous international resort of Zell am See.”
Piesendorf sounds like Piss-off-dwarf, that’s pretty funny. I chuckled almost inaudibly under my breath, quickly covering my mouth with my hand.
“The very special Chalet Notburgahof is the home of Village Camps Austria. With good sized multi-bedded rooms (2-5 per room) and ensuite facilities, its very own gymnasium, all-weather tennis courts, an outdoor challenge course, wonderful chefs and great food, this is the ideal camp location.”
I let out a breath of relief. Alright, no 15 people crammed in one room with one bathroom for everyone.
The least people are in your room, the better. That gives them less opportunities to pull a nasty-ass prank on you. I learned that from my past experience, when I got locked out of the fucking cabin for the whole night in the forest. I cried like a little bitch, but literally no one cared enough to let me back in.
“Young counselors- someone you can relate to and share the new experiences with! Counselors age range 19-25”
Oh great, at least we aren’t going to have those grumpy old counselors who always bitch about how loud you are when you are literally probably the quietest kid they are ever going to come across in their whole life. All you do is just stand further away from everyone, and you still get picked upon.
But at the same time… I feel like younger counselors judge you more. They are basically your peers, and I guess I see them as potential bullies, and that kinda sucks.
I sound pathetic.
I guess I finally dozed off, because suddenly I was shaken awake by the plane roughly landing on the ground. I gripped tightly to the edges of my seat, digging my nails into the fabric, my heart beating crazily in my chest. For a second I thought we were crashing.
***
I quickly passed the passport control and got out to the awaiting room, rolling my black, half-empty suitcase behind me. I nervously glanced around, still trying to find a way to escape what was awaiting for me, a.k.a the next circle of hell. Maybe I could just go past those guards unnoticed- they wouldn’t bother to check my documents anyway. Suddenly a bright, blue and red flag in the distance, somewhere near the exit, caught my attention: those were the colours of my camp. Someone was supposed to meet me and a couple of other campers at the airport and drive us to the actual camp.
I squirmed my eyes, trying to make out the writing on it. Sure enough, Village Camps it was. A group of teenagers, about 5 or 6 of them, was standing around a tall, bearded man in dark sunglasses, who was almost aggressively waving the flag above his head. The teens were chattering loudly, and their laughs rung sharply in the air, interrupting the peace. My heart started racing in my chest, and I could feel my face heat up in embarrassment which was yet to come. I brushed my long red hair back from my face, took a deep breath, filling my lungs, and quickly marched towards them through the crowd, trying to look as confident as possible.
I hope this turns out good.
God I hate camps.
Gerard’s POV
In an hour it seemed to me as if the old man’s sharp knees, which were still buried into my spine, were fully grown into my body.
I was a part of that man now, we were one whole… His legs grown into my back… I imagined how it would look like in my head. Disgusting, to be honest. I wondered if there’s a surgery to fix that, just in case his knees were actually fully buried in me.
I cringed, my whole body shaking up. This was getting really weird.
I arched my back, stretching my completely numb limbs, and a loud moan of pleasure accidentally escaped my lips before I could stop it. It was immediately met with a kick to my seat from behind (damn that man, seriously, why can’t he just chill the fuck out?) and I quickly shut my mouth, struggling to keep in a groan of annoyance. I wasn’t willing to get in a fight with some elderly asshole.
I threw my head back, closing my tired eyes which were slightly stinging with dryness. Just one more hour of this circle of hell, and I’ll be transported right into the next. Great, this is all I could have ever wished for.
I dug through my bag, trying to not accidentally crumble any of my artworks up, and pulled out the camp‘s booklet that mom told me to read. I needed to at least know where I was going, just to be prepared and stuff. I didn’t want to be caught by surprise when they tell us we are going to live in rooms with 15 people in each one.
I ran my eyes lazily over the blue and red paper, unfolding it.
In the top left corner there was the camp’s logo- a white triangle with a smaller red one inside of it. Behind them there was a navy-blue semi-circle, twelve yellow stars spread equally around it- six on each side. “Village Camps, Austria, Zell am See,” it read under it. This is great, actually, I love Alpes. Especially that Milka chocolate they have there- that’s from Alpes, right? Oreo one is the best. Holy fuck I love Alpes.
I quickly read through the paragraphs of text.
“Situated in glorious countryside in a valley amongst mountains and glacier caps, the quaint village of Piesendorf is the home of the Austrian Village Camps. It is located one and a half hours from Salzburg and five minutes from the famous international resort of Zell am See.”
Piesendorf sounds like Piss-off-dwarf, that’s pretty funny. I chuckled almost inaudibly under my breath, quickly covering my mouth with my hand.
“The very special Chalet Notburgahof is the home of Village Camps Austria. With good sized multi-bedded rooms (2-5 per room) and ensuite facilities, its very own gymnasium, all-weather tennis courts, an outdoor challenge course, wonderful chefs and great food, this is the ideal camp location.”
I let out a breath of relief. Alright, no 15 people crammed in one room with one bathroom for everyone.
The least people are in your room, the better. That gives them less opportunities to pull a nasty-ass prank on you. I learned that from my past experience, when I got locked out of the fucking cabin for the whole night in the forest. I cried like a little bitch, but literally no one cared enough to let me back in.
“Young counselors- someone you can relate to and share the new experiences with! Counselors age range 19-25”
Oh great, at least we aren’t going to have those grumpy old counselors who always bitch about how loud you are when you are literally probably the quietest kid they are ever going to come across in their whole life. All you do is just stand further away from everyone, and you still get picked upon.
But at the same time… I feel like younger counselors judge you more. They are basically your peers, and I guess I see them as potential bullies, and that kinda sucks.
I sound pathetic.
I guess I finally dozed off, because suddenly I was shaken awake by the plane roughly landing on the ground. I gripped tightly to the edges of my seat, digging my nails into the fabric, my heart beating crazily in my chest. For a second I thought we were crashing.
***
I quickly passed the passport control and got out to the awaiting room, rolling my black, half-empty suitcase behind me. I nervously glanced around, still trying to find a way to escape what was awaiting for me, a.k.a the next circle of hell. Maybe I could just go past those guards unnoticed- they wouldn’t bother to check my documents anyway. Suddenly a bright, blue and red flag in the distance, somewhere near the exit, caught my attention: those were the colours of my camp. Someone was supposed to meet me and a couple of other campers at the airport and drive us to the actual camp.
I squirmed my eyes, trying to make out the writing on it. Sure enough, Village Camps it was. A group of teenagers, about 5 or 6 of them, was standing around a tall, bearded man in dark sunglasses, who was almost aggressively waving the flag above his head. The teens were chattering loudly, and their laughs rung sharply in the air, interrupting the peace. My heart started racing in my chest, and I could feel my face heat up in embarrassment which was yet to come. I brushed my long red hair back from my face, took a deep breath, filling my lungs, and quickly marched towards them through the crowd, trying to look as confident as possible.
I hope this turns out good.
Notes
Sooo second chapter))
Village Camps in Zell am See is a real fucking camp, I actually went there about two years ago so this is going to be like, an exact explanation of what the place was like))) Enjoy the experience you never had
gerard_needs_to_chill
This was actually the first fanfiction I ever read. (Hence that was like a year and a half ago)
5/1/17