It's been a year since the events of a Glamorous Times. Now, Jon and Ian Anderson have taken it upon themselves to start a new adventure at:
Camp Anderson!
Except some new and old friends to show here, and some very unexpected people.
The last time I updated this book... I still called myself Lily...whoops XD Let's just change that, alrighty? Sorry, that's not going to get a proper explanation, just a note.
Btw, rip featuring. ______________ Jon Anderson's POV
I sniffed, somehow coming back to reality after what felt like a rather long daydream. "Wait, what's going on, Broof?" I ask Bill, as he is standing right next to me.
Bill chuckled, "Oh, we're just going out for archery, remember?"
"Archery. Yes. Bows-arrows-fun, eh?" I stutter quite awkwardly.
Emerson walks past me, a quiver over his shoulder, "You're damn right this is going to be fun." He took out one of the arrows and started-polishing it? Wow, I had no clue he was so particular...
However, at some point during Keith's polishing, Mick Jagger comes in screaming, "WE HAVE A CRISIS!"
"Yeah, you just walked in," Judy sasses.
Ian chuckles, "Really, Micheal, my good man, what is going on?"
"We are out of latex friends!" he squeals.
"Why would that be a problem for you, Mick?" Judy says, "It's not like you'll need them for anything...."
"Whatever, there aren't any condoms in this whole campsite!" Mick cries. "This fact makes me quite uncomfortable!"
"I shall alleviate this situation!" Ian declares, fetching some supplies from a drawer before running off to another room.
"This is going to be interesting," Roger Wafers says.
"What's a condom?" I ask innocently.
"Oh my fuck!" Judy laughs, "Please tell me he is joking..."
"Of course I'm joking!" I chuckle, "I can't believe you honestly didn't think I knew what a condom was."
"No offense, Jonny Boy," Sara says, "But it wouldn't be terribly surprising for some of us here if that all was true."
There is an awkward silence for a few minutes until Ian comes back, some weird sock-like thing in his hands. "I have handcrafted some condoms for us all! And they're machine washable..." All of the guys gather around Ian and pick up the strange sock.
"What the bloody hell is this thing?" Bruford asks. "It's a fucking SOCK! Unless if my goal is to not be safe, I think I'd rather not use this, thank you!"
[This is what Ian's lace condoms kind of look like, btw]
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"You have no faith, Bruford!" Ian declares, "You just need to know what you're doing."
"Come on!" Bruford yells, "I'm going to go get some real condoms, who's coming with?"
