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Pete took a deep breath as he looked out his cabin's window. The first of the cars was headed up the long road that led into the camp. He shivered, as he knew what that would bring. Parents. Now, Pete was a sensible guy. He knew that parents loved their children and wanted them to have a good time while they partied it up or whatever suburban soccer moms do for fun. But the next time some mom pulled up in a mini van and threatened to chop his balls off if their child had a bad time, he was going to lose it. He waited until the car was closer to see if the child within was even in his age division. The child in question had just stepped out of the car, looking like a fish out of water. Y'know, eyes bugging and completely freaking out. He didn't look a day over 8. The child approached the sign in booth, Mark greeting him kindly. He saw Mark then hold up 6 fingers and point directly to where Pete was standing, still watching the scene unfold from his peaceful soccer-momless cabin. Pete chuckled under his breath. There is no way this kid could be in his age range. And yet, there the little tyke was, heading his way. Pete left his post by the window and made his way over to the door. We waited until he heard a gentle knock to open it. Pete took a deep breath and put on his counselor voice. "Hey! Welcome to Cabin #6, aka The Best Cabin Ever. What's your name, kid?" The kid gulped. "My name is William Beckett." William said, eyes wide. "Well, it's nice to meet you William. Do you go by a nickname of any kind?" Pete was a lover of shortened names, what with his own name being a nightmare he can never wake up from. "Bilvy. I like that one." Pete lightly giggled. "I like that one too, Bilvy." Pete led Bilvy over to the bunks. "Now, you get to pick your bunk first. This is quite the gamble, since you don't know who you'll share with. But I'm sure you'll be fine." Pete winks at the kid, whose anxious demeanor transformed into one of terror. "I'm just teasing, Bilvy. What ever you pick will be fine." Pete made a mental note to take it easy on the runt. As Bilvy selects his bunk, Pete glances out the window once more.
There are many cars now cycling through, parents and other assorted gaurdians dropping off their children. There is now a line forming at the booth, filled with campers of all ages. The younger kids are being escorted by their counselors to their cabins. Dallon is the counselor for the youngest campers. He is very good with children and his height makes him skilled at giving piggy back rides. The older campers, the dreaded teenagers, are assigned to Gabe. Gabe may be chill, and he may be unorthodox, and he may give a camper weed from time to time, and he may... Yeah no, he is just a bad counselor. But hey, as long as Pete doesn't have to be responsible for him, to each their own. In line, Pete spots a few campers who look like they might be in his age range. One of them has the most unkept yet styled brown hair he has ever seen, accompanied by a darker haired skunk headed kid. The others are more muscular, but still girlishly prepubescent. One is sporting a buzz cut and the other has the same touseled look as the first kid. They look on the older end, so they are probably his 12 year olds. He fixes his gaze back on the line of cars, where a child just exiting his car has begun to cry. The kid is pale and thin, and very effeminate. The misty eyed kid makes his way over to the line.
Pete's attention is pulled away from the kid by the slam of a car door. His eyes dart to it just as a built kid is making his way over to the line, fire red hair calling attention to him like a stop sign, like 'stop and look at how freaking cool I am for a tween'. Pete laughs to himself. He turns back to look at Bilvy who has begun to unpack. "Make yourself at home, kid." Pete smiles and makes his way to the door. The four boys with girly hair finally are headed his way. He opens the screen door and ushers them in. "Welcome to your cabin, guys. My name is Pete, and I'm going to be your counselor." He greets. "I'm Alex!" The brown haired kid exclaims. "I'm Jack. I'm part skunk." Well, this kid has issues. "I'm Zack." Muscle kid says. "And I'm Rian. I'm the responsible one outta these dingbats." Pete chuckles at that sentiment. "Well, this is going to be your home for these next several weeks, so choose your bunk mate wisely!" He warns. Alex makes his way over to a corner bunk, Jack in tow. Alex takes the bottom, Jack takes the top. They don't seem to argue about it, so why should we, huh? Zack and Rian share the bunk next to theirs. Rian on top bunk, Zack on bottom bunk. Those four start to settle in, and Pete goes back to the door. Just as he gets there, the misty eyed kid arrives. He blinks a couple times to clear his eyes. "Hiya! Welcome to Cabin #6. I'm Pete, your counselor." The kid sniffs, his tears subsiding. "My name's Tyler." He smiles. "Well, Tyler, it's nice to meet you. You can come further in and pick a bunk!" Tyler walks to the fourth, untouched bunk and puts his stuff down on bottom. Pete watches them all settle in and chatting, when he hears footsteps behind him. Red haired kid makes his way into the cabin. "What's up, man? I'm Pete, your counselor. Welcome to camp!" Pete's grin stretches from ear to ear. Red haired kid just rolls his eyes. "Name's Josh. Josh Dun." "Well Josh, you can go pick a bunk and get settled." The kid pushes past Pete and selects the bunk above Tyler.
Only one camper left. Pete looks back out the window and sees the line thinning. The only counselors still waiting are Kenny and Patrick. Patrick. Pete takes this opportunity to really look at this guy. The first thing he notices about the blonde is his smile. The bright look on his face as he greets every camper is sweet enough to give Pete a toothache. He then casts his gaze lower. The guy has the most amazing calves. It is gonna take a lot of willpower to not lick them... Wait. No, stop. He will not be licking anything, or anyone this summer. He must keep his eye on the prize. The CCC is his main priority, a close second being the well-being of his campers. Patrick is the enemy, as be is also harboring 10-12 year olds.
Pete steps away from the window when he hears the door open. And small, brown haired boy has entered. "And you must be the last one." Pete says, approaching him. "I'm Pete, your counselor!" "Spencer is my name." The kid greets, looking up at Pete. My god. He has the brightest bluest eyes Pete has ever seen. Pete leads him over to the bunks. "Well, since you are the last to arrive, there is only one bunk left. But no worries, Bilvy is super cool." Spencer nods and sets his stuff on the bunk above Bilvy's. Pete takes a deep breath and looks at all his campers. The four older boys are excitedly talking about all the activities they will do, all obviously already friends. Tyler and Josh have begun to hesitantly get to know each other, Tyler's softness already melting Josh's hard exterior. Even Bilvy and Spencer are chatting happily. They may be a bit quirky, but Pete knows his campers are going to be awesome this summer.