At last, the campers of Camp Winston entered the mess hall, sitting with their cabinmates. The counselors of the camp had their own specific table in a room beside the mess hall, and they were all talking.
"How's everything going in your cabin?" Eli asked Morgan.
"Pretty good," Morgan replied, stuffing her face with a mouthful of Camp Winston's homemade macaroni and cheese. "I love my cabin."
"I love my cabin too," Mackenzie entered the conversation. "Even though I have a lot of wild boys, I can manage."
"I'm sharing a bunk with Sisky," Ryan Ollen grinned.
"And how did you manage that?" Charis giggled.
"Oh, I just assigned bunks."
"Who has Patrick in their cabin?" Jolynn asked.
"That would be me," Morgan raised her hand.
"Lucky duck."
The girls then continued eating and talking, discussing plans for the next day.
"Butcher, pass the mac n' cheese!"
"Chuck, stop slobbering all over the place!"
"Rian, stop hogging the punch!"
"I'll give you a punch if you don't be a little more patient!" Rian Dawson screamed back at Brendon, pouring the deliciously red beverage into his cup for the ninth time.
After Rian was done, Brendon quickly grabbed the pitched filled with the fruit punch, and slid it over to where he was. But, with his undeniable lack of balance and concentration, he spilled at least half of the fruit punch over the boy who was sitting next to him: Frank Iero.
"Dude, what the hell?!" Frank screamed, shooting up from his seat, his chair falling backwards. The white shirt he was wearing now had a big red stain that was seeping through to his skin.
The room suddenly got quiet.
Everyone was staring at the scene.
"Oops, my bad," Brendon quickly apologized.
"Frank, are you bleeding?" Mikey Way asked from the other side of the mess hall.
Frank just turned to glare at him.
"Brendon, you just ruined my favorite white shirt!" Frank then turned back to Brendon.
"Look, Frank, I'm-"
Before Brendon could finish his sentence, Frank picked up his plate of macaroni and cheese, and slammed it right into Brendon's face, making Brendon fall back slightly.
"God, Frank, what was that for?!" Brendon shrieked, wiping off the macaroni and cheese from his face, Frank's plate falling to the ground.
"For staining my white shirt," Frank spat.
"Well, this is for staining my face!" Brendon shoved his plate of macaroni and cheese back at Frank, making Frank mimic Brendon's actions.
Frank, now looking more pissed off than ever, grabbed Alex Suarez's cup of fruit punch and threw it at Brendon.
Thankfully, Brendon Urie had fast reflexes, and dodged the cup and fruit punch just in time, but hit a camper at another table: Jack Barakat.
"Hey, that was not cool!" Jack screamed at Frank.
"Sorr-"
Jack threw his plate of macaroni and cheese, trying to aim at Frank. But, unfortunately for Jack's lack of coordination and aim, it hit the boy beside Frank; Gerard Way.
After Gerard threw his fruit punch, the rest of the mess hall decided to get into the fight, throwing their own foods and beverages at one another.
"Food fight!" Alex Gaskarth and John Keefe roared over the screaming, laughter, and cussing.
"Have you heard of a band called We The Kings?"
"Oh, no, I haven't. Are they any good?"
"They're really good."
"Damn, if they're good, we should of requested them to come to camp."
"Yeah, I know. Maybe next year?"
"Maybe next year."
"You know, guys, I'm getting worried about the campers in the mess hall," Caitlin said, grabbing the attention of the rest of the counselors. "Maybe someone should go check on 'em. You know, just to see if they're getting along."
"I'll go check," Jolynn offered, getting up from her seat.
"I'll go with you," Mackenzie added, getting up from her seat as well.
They both entered the mess hall together, and the second their feets stepped into the entrance, their jaws literally dropped to the ground.
The whole mess hall seemed to be covered in macaroni and cheese, fruit punch, and mashed potatoes. One of the tables at the end of the mess hall was turned over on it's side, supposidly acting like a shield to the campers who were behind it. All of the campers were throwing food that they could grab ahold of, and most of them were covered in it.
The boys didn't seem to notice that Jolynn and Mackenzie walked in, because they continued throwing, laughing, grinning, cussing, and screaming.
"You guys, stop this food fight this instant," Mackenzie commanded.
No one heard.
"You guys, seriously. Stop," Jolynn said a little louder.
No one heard.
"Campers of Camp Winston, halt your gunfire and freeze!" They both yelled.
The whole room seemed to freeze.
"Fuck, we're screwed." Pete mumbled, letting down his hand covered in mashed potatoes.
everyone's living like they're crazy in love.
Hip hip hooray!
This is one of my favorite chapters to write.
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