Justin’s POV We’re here. We’re finally fucking here and I swear, I’m so close to jumping out the bus and dancing it’s un-fucking-true. My problem is, having jumped out the bus, I find myself quickly jumping back on, due to the fact that it’s now decided to rain. With a squeak, I end up in Ted’s arms in an attempt to not get wet. Did I mention I don’t really like water? It takes Debbie, Mikey and Vic (the bus driver), to pry me out of Ted’s embrace before I’m being frogmarched to the main hall where we’ll be having our meetings and meals for the next week. Entering it, I glance about. My fucking garage is bigger than this room. The rest of our group enters and we all sit on the floor. I’m leant against the wall, one knee pulled up to my chest while my other leg is draped over Mikey’s lap. Debbie pulls out a sheet of paper and stands in front of us all, puffing up her chest like a bird (making me silently thankful that I’m not sitting nearer the front for fear of bring knocked out), before she starts to speak. “Right boys! The other group is already here, meaning they’re waiting for you in the designated cabins right…” A series of mumbled “yes’s,” “ayes,” and the normal “whatever,” from the blond in the back corner, are her only replies as she starts to read off the accommodation lists. When I hear I’m sharing with Em, Ted and Mikey, I (for the second time that day) want to start dancing. At least I’m not stuck with that greasy Ian… or whateverthefuck his name is. He’s been trying to get into my pants for months. Please, I’d rather fuck Mikey and that is NEVER going to happen. We’re dismissed and sent to our cabins. We’ve been dumped in the same cabin we get every year, the one nearest the lake. It’s also the biggest and probably nicest of them all. Slinging my duffel bag over my shoulder, I lead the group, stepping over logs and having to rescue Mikey from almost drowning on more than one occasion. The door’s slightly ajar, probably for air as we enter. The first thing I notice is that my normal bed is empty. That’s good. All our normal beds are unoccupied so, naturally, we make a beeline for them. I roll out my sleeping bag before collapsing onto it and lighting up a well needed cigarette. My bed’s conveniently placed under the window for moments such as these. I look at all our new roomies, a slender blond eyebrow raised. The youngest looking one is chewing gum and bouncing slightly as if he’s on something. When he raises his hand to his nose, I know he is. Fucking great, a tweaked out twinkie. Fun. The person in the bed next to him is muscle. Like he’s been in the gym a lot. He smiles at me and I offer one back, though I’m sure it’s more of a grimace than anything. He’s in a conversation with another muscle queen, one whom Emmett’s been staring at for a while. Finally I see him. The brunet who, like myself, looks undeniably bored. Muscle Queen #1 gets off the bed. “Hey,” he greets and Mikey is quick to speak up. “Hey!” he squeaks. He obviously misses the expectant look on the guy’s face but, luckily, I’m ever the observant one and speak up, smoke escaping my mouth. “Whatever. The mouse on the bed above me is Michael Novotny. The Nelly Queen, who’s eyeing your friend over yonder, is Emmett Honeycutt. The boring old fucker with his nose in the book in the bunk below him is Theodore Schmitt.” I purposely ignored Emmett’s warning look and Ted’s grumble of ‘It’s Ted’ before shrugging, “and I’m Justin Taylor.” Michael smiled widely. “He’s my best friend!” he pointed out, causing me to (once again), fight the urge to roll my eyes before MQ#1 spoke. “Well I’m Ben Bruckner. That up there is Blake Wyzecki,” he pointed out the TOT (Tweaked Out Twinkie). “That’s Drew Boyd,” he motioned to MQ#2 before finally throwing a glance at the bored brunet on the top bunk, “and that’s Brian Kinney.” I glance up once more at the brunet, this ‘Brian’ , who catches my eye and sneers. Yes, this week’s going to be fun.