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Ficathon #4 [Apr. 17th, 2007|11:12 am]
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Title: To Jewish Camp We Go
Author: Emily (

discoapocalypse)
Written for: Allyson ( [info]defy_gravityxx)
Rating: PG
Genre: teen!cute/humor
Summary: Mark goes to summer camp (with much protest from Mark).
Notes:  Mark/Collins friendship. Sorry it's late. We lost power. Enjoy!
Warnings: Language.
Disclaimer: Jonathan's.

 

Tom,

I can’t believe I’m going to spend the summer before junior year at summer camp again. My mom thinks it’ll be good for me to “connect” with other Jewish kids. I’ve been connecting with them since I was five for crying out loud. I hate it here. It’s hot and sticky… and outdoors-y. It’s disgusting. I’ve been here for one day. One day. And I already have eight bug bites. Yes, I counted. That’s how bored out of my mind I am. This is not good for my allergies either. I’ve been sneezing non-stop.

And to top it all off, I got stuck in a cabin full of band geeks! And I got stuck on the top bunk while Mr. Tuba Player down there sleeps safe, two feet off of the ground. This summer is going to suck. I wish I were home with you and Roger. If you wanna take a drive, feel free to come save me.

Sneezing and Itching,

Mark

 

 

 

Mark,

Don’t worry, you’re not missing much here. Nothing ever happens in Scarsdale anyway. Roger and a couple of his lame ass friends are trying to get a band together. One kid wants to name the band Klamydia… so when they present the band, they can say ‘and now, we’re giving you Klamydia’. Of course, it’s spelt wrong… Roger wants to call it the Well Hungarians. Whatever.

And yes, Mark, it is a camp. Of course it’s outdoors-y. Get some bug spray. And unfortunately, I am car-less and will not be able to come save you. Chin up. Maybe it won’t be as bad as you think.

Collins

 

 

 

Tom,

They made me play volleyball… in the pool. For three hours. I look like a cooked lobster. It hurts to move. I think I’m beginning to peel because on top of the excruciating pain, I itch. Again. I can’t even put my glasses on cause my nose is burnt. Tuba player below me snores and the clarinetist talks in his sleep.

I need some aloe. I want to sleep in my own bed. I want to go to one of Roger’s gigs, no matter how bad they suck (don’t tell him I said that). And none of the girls here are even remotely attractive (unlike Maureen).

Hating Everything,

Mark

 

 

Mark,

Marky and Maureen sitting in a tree

K I S S I N G

First comes love, then comes marriage

And I believe you know the rest.

Rog

 

P.S – my band doesn’t suck.

 

 

 

Roger,

Fuck you.

Mark

 

 

 

 

Mark,

Sorry about Roger’s letter. He found the one you wrote where you mentioned Maureen. But come on, it was kind of funny. You and Maureen…

She’s working down at Red’s Tasty Freeze scooping ice cream and she says hi. She says she’d send you some ice cream but she doesn’t ever want to scoop it again and it would probably melt on the way.

The Well Hungarians are horrible and they have a gig Friday night. Maureen and I will probably go check it out. She thinks the bass player is cute.

In the package is a bottle of aloe vera as well as some SPF 45.

Enjoy,

Collins

 

 

 

Tom,

Thanks for the package. It was greatly appreciated.

I kind of made a friend. Met in the nurses office after I stumbled into a patch of poison ivy. Her name’s Nanette. She twisted her ankle playing soccer.

Have fun at the gig.

Maybe I should learn how to play an instrument.

Scratching and digging,

Mark

 

 

 

Mark,

In the package, you’ll find chocolate chip cookies made by Maureen. She says she hopes it’ll help with the itching.

Nanette, hmm?

Roger’s band sucks. Almost made my ears bleed.

Again, you’re not missing much.

Collins

 

 

 

Tom,

There’s a dance this Friday night and Nanette asked me to go with her. I said yes. What was I thinking?!?! I don’t know how to dance!

I heard from her friend Beth that she thinks I’m cute.

Totally Screwed,

Mark

 

 

 

Mark,

The girl twisted her ankle.

How much dancing can she do?

Collins

 

 

 

Mark,

When are you coming home?

I’m totally bored. And I kind of miss you.

Love,

Maureen

 

 

 

Collins,

You saved my life.

We didn’t have to dance that much.

Just once. A slow dance.

Oh, and guess what. Maureen misses me!

Overjoyed,

Mark

 

 

 

Maureen,

I’ll be home in two weeks.

Can’t wait to see you.

Mark

 

 

 

Mark,

Of course she does. I told her about Nanette.

She’s got a new friend, too.

His name is Benny. He works at the Tasty Freeze with her.

He’s a cool kid.

Roger’s got himself a girl, too. April something. She thinks the band is fantastic.

I think she’s crazy. Sweet girl, though.

How’s the sunburn?

Collins

 

 

 

Collins,

I am in so much trouble. Nanette kissed me! We were sitting down by the pond out on the dock and I was telling her about the letter you sent me, about Maureen and Roger and April… and she just leaned in and kissed me.

It was warm and really wet.

What does it mean?

What do I do?

In other news, Tuba Player broke his nose. Now the snoring is worse.

Dazed and Confused,

Mark

 

 

 

Mark,

Kiss her back…?

Collins

 

 

 

Mark,

I hope you’re having fun with Nanette.

No love,

Maureen

 

 

 

Tom,

Nanette went home today. She wants to stay in touch.

I’m coming home tomorrow. I don’t think Maureen is thrilled with me.

Girls are so confusing.

Camp was definitely interesting this year. And painful.

I’ll be glad to be home. See you soon.

Homesick,

Mark

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Comments:
[User Picture]From: afavoritemelody
2007-04-17 07:49 pm (UTC)
I love this! Thank you so much :D
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