I shook my hips to my music, that stupid old Disco Inferno song, as I walked down the rather large tube to get to the airplane. I was being sent away for the summer, but it's not like I minded. I mean, my choices here are some shitty camp in freaking AUSTRALIA or to stay at home and listen to my parents tell me how I'm worthless, useless, a disappointment to the family, blah blah blah. Obviously anything is better than that, and it's all paid for by my caring beautiful relatives, so fuck yes I was going to leave to the hopefully amazing tropical place as soon as possible.
Who really cares if it's one of those straight is great camps?
Okay, I get how terrible that sounds, but they're sending me to a place. Full. Of. Hot. Dudes. And those guys are all going to be gay too, so there's no guessing! The idiot who ever made up THAT idea obviously didn't see the elephant in the room.
"Little boy? Do you have your parents with you or are you going to be sitting with us today?" a flight attendant asked me, smiling and bending down to my height.
I want to make this blatantly obvious. I'm not short.
It's not my fault that they put a freaking Amazon lady in six inch heels.
"I'll be flying by myself today, thank you very much," I said quite snottily, handing her my plane ticket and passport.
The giant of a woman blushed and began stuttering apologies as she handed me back my things. I simply shoved my sunglasses on my face and walked to my seat.
Yeah, so I can be a bit of bitch. Surprise, surprise.
Regardless of my parents absolute willingness to throw me out of their lives, they were still practically dirt cheap about it. I glared begrudgingly at all the passengers in first class, one asshole even had the audacity to smirk at me! As if he was better than me!
I realize that my Marvel t-shirt, old gray sweatpants and sunnies were probably not helping make the best impression on Mr.I-Wear-Suits-On-Planes. Whatever. I was ultimately more comfortable than him so that's all that would ever really matter.
So I continued on, and found that I was placed right smack dab in the middle of a new couple. Why do I know this? Because they left the middle seat, MY seat, and were both leaning into it, holding hands and practically undressing each other with their eyes.
Ugh, kill me now.
"Um, if you two just want to be next to each other, I don't mind swapping seats," I stated, staring down at them. They jumped apart and furiously stammered out that they weren't a couple. Mhm, whatever floats your boat sweetie. But alas, they did not move so I would be forced to suffer through endless hours of no view and trying to hold in my pee. I sighed dramatically and threw my satchel down under the seat in front of me, pulling out my iPod.
"Stupid people, forcing me to take out my headphones," I muttered to mostly myself, realizing that, yes, at some point I'd taken them out, probably from the amazement at how stupid other people could really be.
We began our ascent and I quickly grabbed out a piece of gum. Watermelon, mmm. I leaned back as much as the whale behind me would allow and settled in for a nap.
* * *
I awoke what couldn't have been minutes later to that guy poking my arm.
"Psst," he hissed, shoving me gently now, "Hey dude, wake up."
I opened my eyes and straightened out with a handsome snort, to see an attendant was offering pillows and blankets.
"How much?" I asked, eyeing the blanket in envy. I didn't have much on me, considering earlier I had bought some snacks for the flight which I now realize were probably as overpriced as anything I could buy now.
"James Newman?" she asked, looking at me for confirmation. I nodded confusedly. "Free of charge," she stated, handing me both items and a water bottle, "Courtesy of the Alpha."
Damn! This school-camp-bible thing was pretty fucking awesome! I mean, maybe it's a bit weird that they call their headmaster the Alpha, but I don't know what they say in Australia, I'd never left my town before. So I thanked her, and covered myself with the cozy blanket while looking over to my sorta roomie who looked absolutely dumbfounded.
"What the hell, where are you going and can I come?" he begged, looking at the soft fabric that was my blanket while his looked like shitty various types of fabric all stitched together.
"I don't know man," I said, giggling slightly, "Where I'm going, it's all very high class. You need to be from this special club to even be thought of when they're accepting people."
His eyes narrowed slightly, " I can be high class. I could so do it, dude what club is it? I'll join I want perks like that. I mean, fuck, talk about privilege!"
"Oh yeah. SO much privilege. You just need to be some varying degree of gay, and not be allowed to amrry then boom, you're set for the club."
***
Well, thank god that that is over with. After I spilled the non-existent beans of my sexuality it was pretty much silent the rest of the flight. I went back to sleep and awoke to food, but other than basic needs and such, I pretty much slept the entire time.
Talk about so much wasted opportunity.
So now I'm stuck wandering around this airport, trying to find that sign thing that they use for people to find their rides. I don't even know if I'm supposed to be looking for my name specifically, or just the name of the camp. But then again, how many students would fly across the globe when these freaking camps are everywhere?
Allow me to be one of many to say, fuck my life.
Author's Note:
Hey guys! SO this is the first chapter rewritten! I hope you'll enjoy this as much as you did the first time, or if you didn't like it I hope you will now! I'd like to formally apologize once again to everyone who waited patiently for another chapter, only to find out that I hand't posted anything for. TWO. YEARS. So, a few things.
1. If anyone wants to do a cover for me, that would be awesome!
2. If anyone would like to EDIT for me that too would be pretty awesome!
Just inbox me and I'll give you guys my email, or you can always send it via Tumblr but yeah! Hope you enjoyed :D
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