Sorry for the long-ish wait, school is kicking my ass rn help, but im back! (Also i got a rlly sweet review recently that made my day and i almost cried reading it, so thank you to Lunara-Eclipsio i loved it!)

I dont own Camp Camp or any of the characters, enjoy!

The best part of Max's day is, by far, watching the new kids adjust to the schedule and classrooms. The way Campbell is set up is odd, to say the least.

It's set up in a squared u shape. On one part of the 'u', the all-girls school resides. It's where the cliques of basic teenage girls reside. They use to be their own school, until the 'Mexican Cane Sugar incident of '12'. It was around that time that Campbell (the person not the school), decided that he wanted three schools in one small area.

The next area, opposite to the all girls school, is the Woodscout's Boys Reformatory. The most seen students are acne covered Pikeman, Petrol, and 'Snake'. Despite the school's strict no-food-outside-the-cafeteria policy, he always seemed to have a candy cane hanging out the side of his mouth.

In the middle of the two schools was Campbell. While the Woodscouts was an all boys military school and the Flowerscouts Acadamy was an all-girls reformatory, Campbell was a melting pot of sorts. Theatre kids, art kids, magic kids, anyone, it didn't matter, went there. Even if you didn't have a hobby or talent, it was cheap, it was sub-par with the state's education standards, and had an acceptable staff.

Max ponders this as he heads to his second class, Language Arts, with Gwen. Another thing about Campbell is that no one gives a shit what you call the teachers. David, Gwen, Daniel, it didn't matter.

This was the only class he didn't have with the new kids, he realized. Max sat-no slammed-his backpack on the table, startling the theatre kid who sat beside him. Preston, 'Theatre Kid' Goodplay pulled out one of his earbuds and smiled his scarily large smile at Max.

"Hey Max! I'm listening to a musical about weed, wanna hear?" Max sighs slightly, but can't help that seeing Preston makes his frown lessen from 'I want to die' to a more 'I hate life and also everything hi welcome to Chilis what's your name?'.

"No, Presto-" his response is cut off as a bright yellow and purple earbud is shoved in his ear. It's some song about cousins and weed and love or something. Max knows better than to immediately rip it out, so he waits, awkwardly standing at his desk while it finishes playing.

Preston looks at him expectantly, waiting. Max nodded and assured him it was a good song.

"Oh good! Because Christine and I, you know her, the happy play rehearsal girl dating that one kid who became popular overnight, were thinking about doing that for the musical this year. We think it'll be a hit, and teach a good lesson to kids our age." As Preston rambles on and on, Max sneaks glances towards Gwen's desk.

"That's great Preston," Max interupts, "but I have to go talk with Gwen real quick."

He saunteres up to Gwen's desk and sits on top, scattering papers over the floor. Gwen sighs and continues writing out corrections for papers that were due last week.

"Hey, what would you say if I told you I didn't do my homework last night because I don't care?" He asks her, voice full of innocence but eyes glinting with mischief.

"Well, Maxwell," Gwen says, smirking when she hears him quietly shush her because Maxwell is a stupid name don't say it out loud, and continues with her lecture. "I would tell you to go back to your desk and do your work, or you'll have yet another detention. And you know how much I love those when you're here."

Max groans loudly, loudly enough to make Nerris and Harrison, who are sitting in the front arguing about something stupid, shut up.

"But I don't want to!" He complains, swinging his legs hard enough to shake Gwen's desk, and her neat handwriting on the paper becomes scratchy as she tries to control it.

She stops writing and looks up at him for the first time. He realizes with a start that her eye makeup-mascara, eyeliner, whatever it's called-is smeared under her eyes, along with dark circles, and he stops swinging his legs abruptly.

Her hair is in a messy, frizzy ponytail, nothing like the usual tight, curly one she sports nearly every day.

Her clothes are wrinkled and her hand is shaking even as the desk is still. She isn't wearing her usual pride bracelet, the one she loved and wore everyday, the one David gave to her one on her first Christmas at the school.

Max shakes it off as her just being late for work and listens as she jumps into a lecture about schoolwork. He just bears through it, knowing well enough if he tries to talk he'll just make it go on longer.

When it's over he goes and sits down, never fully letting the image of Gwen's face out of his mind during his next two classes.

At lunch, Max looks for the new kids. When he doesn't find them immediately, and is too fed up standing with his tray of whatever was on the menu today, he turns on heel and walks to Gwen's room.

The halls are empty, save for a few groups of students eating lunch and sitting on their phones. He walks past them without making eye contact, ignoring them as they rake their eyes over him, judging him, is he going to sit with us?, trying to decide what spectrum of the social ladder he was on, is he our friend?, whether he was smart or stupid, things like that.

He didn't bother knocking when he reached Gwen's room door, just barged in, announcing his arrival with another groan and the sound of the door smacking against the doorstop. She just sighed.

"What do you want, Max?" She sounded irritated, but thankfully she seemed to have fixed her makeup and smoothed out her clothes. Her hair was brushed better, though it wasn't as curly as usual. She was still bent over something, a half eaten sandwich sitting beside her.

"I have a bit of a problem, dear teacher." Gwen waved her hand at him, like go on.

"Well, there's this girl I know, per say," he started. She didn't life her head, but nodded like she was listening. "And she came into school today, acting all depressed. I don't care about her, but if she killed herself, I probably would too, because then I wouldn't have anyone to make fun of in the morning. Have any ideas to help?"

She sighed, though there was a faint, barely-there smile on her face. "Gee, I don't know Max. Maybe you should be a little more subtle when trying to tell me you actually care," Max spluttered and almost choked on his milk when she said that. "But I guess if you-"

"Nuh uh, that's not what I sai-"

"-Really do, I won't jump off the Sleepy Peak peak tonight at 9:34 pm exactly." She finished, watching his face contort into different emotions. She full on smiling now, nearly grinning as Max angrily shoved food into his mouth, like an edgy teen trying to revolt.

"That's not what I said, Gwen. I said I didn't want this-this person to kill themself because then I wouldn't be able to annoy anyone in the morning."

"Are you sure? Because that's not what I heard. I heard-" She was cut off as the door was yet again flung open, making her bookshelves shudder and a couple of trinkets she had on display fall off her desk.

"Dammit David." She muttered as the lanky man stepped into the room, carrying a small bag with him. He apologized profusely as he helped her pick it up, then brightened immediately when he noticed Max sitting on her desk, glaring at him and pulling out his phone.

"Why Max! I didn't know you would be in here!" The man smiled brightly at him as Gwen flopped her body down in her swivel chair.

"Jesus, Gwen. Had enough to eat yet?" The boy snarked at her cheekily. She just shrugged and took another bite of food.

"Max! That is no way to talk to your teacher, much less a lady. Not to mention, this is school property, and there is a strict no swearing policy." Max ignored him, swiped through his phone, and pulled up a picture of a middle finger that must have been saved to his camera roll. He showed it to David, who covered his eyes like it was some kind of scandal.

"Oh grow up, David. It's not like you haven't seen it before." Gwen chided, marking more things on the papers.

"Yeah, when it was your finger going up his ass." Max quips. David gasps loudly and covers his mouth while Gwen snorts and chokes on her turkey sandwich.

"I can't be in this hostile environment much longer!" David turns to storm out, then quickly whips around, placing the white bag gently on her desk. "These are the cookies you asked for. Mom's recipe." He adds quietly, like it's some kind of secret.

He then storms out, slamming the door as he leaves. Neither of them really care about the loud bang it makes. A moment later, his head peeks through the door.

"Sorry," he whispers, then backs out slowly, and quietly closes the door behind him.

"Well then, onto my dessert," Max reaches into the bag David set on Gwen's desk. He pulls out a cookie. An oatmeal raisin cookie, to be exact.

"What kind is it?" Gwen asks, clicking her pen closed and turning so she's facing Max. He makes a disgusted face, and a noise from the back of his throat matches it quickly. She snorts at his expression as he glowers at the object in front of him.

"It's oatmeal raisin," he looks at her like the world is ending. "Gwen, it's fucking oatmeal raisin! You can't expect me to eat this. This isn't even food. It's satan's shit."

"Sucks to suck, Max. But I agree. Oatmeal raisin is horrible." She plucks the cookie from his hand and smacks it on the table. It sounds like she tried to break the table with a rock.

That's when Max loses it. He falls on the floor laughing. "Oh my god! Can David's mom even cook?"

She doesn't answer, instead opting to tap him with her foot. "Hey watch this," she says.

She then proceeds to throw it at the wall above the trashcan near the door. She threw an oatmeal raisin cookie, as hard as a rock, across a classroom. It hit the wall and fell into the trashcan, and they ran over, practically pushing each other to see inside. Among the paper and gum wrappers sat a cookie, that was perfectly round.

It didn't break.

Without any warning Max ran to Gwen's desk, grabbed paper and highlighers, and scribbled on it quickly. He ran back to Gwen, paper in tow and showed her.

It was a splitting image of David, at least, as similar as you can get with yellow, green and orange markers. Except it had long hair.

"Max, what is this? Is this a picture of David in the eighties or? Because that would explain the mullet."

Max stomped his foot. "No, it's a picture of David's mom!"

"Max."

He ignored her and taped it on the wall. He grabbed another cookie from the bag and threw it at the picture. It hit it spot in the middle and fell into the trashcan. Gwen shook her head, but a small smile played at her lips.

"Gee, Jason, when's your next baseball game? Will you invite me to your bar mitzvah?"

"Is that a nerd joke? Because I don't understand." Max quips, but gives up as Gwen ignores him.

She takes a shot at the paper with another cookie, missing slightly, but it's still fun.

They spend the rest of their lunch throwing cookies at a piece of paper, and the one time Max takes a bite of cookie, he almost chips his tooth. He nearly hits other students as they walk in at the end of lunch, just like icing to the cake.

"Heads up, Ered!"

He completely forgets the state Gwen was in in the morning.

What's up my hoes? I don't have a lot to say, but I'm super sorry for the wait, I have zero inspiration for anything. I also hope any of you who celebrate any holidays have a great time this season. It's Christmas Eve eve! so get excited anyone who celebrates Christmas. (If any of you noticed my musical references, I'll give you a cookie, lemme know in the reviews, there were two I think)

ok so I'm gonna do this new song thing, where I'll basically suggest songs you listen to, or songs I'm rlly into at the moment(it'll prolly be showtunes bc I live for that shit), so here we go:

I Could Be Jewish For You-by Nikki Benson, sung by Barret Wilbert Weed (it sounds kinda ridiculous, but it's super cute and funny so,,,, also Barrett is my new mom, i fucking love her,,,,,alsoalsoalso she play Veronica in Heathers the musical)