Author's Note: Hello, m'loves! This particular plot bunny hopped its way into my heart around the end of last summer, but I wanted to wait until I could have a full summer to work on it, because it takes place during the summer and is very summer-themed. So here we go! I'm rather proud of this first chapter, actually. The POV will switch each chapter (Matt, Mello, Matt, Mello, etc.), and this first one belongs to Matt.

Disclaimer: Me? Own Death Note? Nah.

Matt's POV

I still wasn't speaking to my parents as we pulled up to the cliché wooden sign which marked the entrance to my personal hell.

"We're here," my father said. A common enough phrase, but I suddenly found it completely obnoxious that he felt the need to point out the obvious.

"My, it's even lovelier in real life, don't you agree, Mail?"

I glared, debating whether or not I should break the silent treatment to give her a final piece of my mind while I still had the chance. Who was she to call this place 'lovely'? She got to leave in less than an hour. Me, I was stuck here. For the entire summer.

See, my parents and I weren't always on the best of terms. Honestly, we didn't get along that great, in case you missed my mother calling me 'Mail'. I mean, I guess it is technically my name, but all my friends called me Matt, and I wished she would, too.

I think the main problem between us was that we were so different. They were conservative Catholics, I was an Atheist. My dad loved hiking and my mom loved books, I played video games. They'd been described as the nicest people in the world, I was socially awkward at my best and a sarcastic smartass at my worst.

Maybe I was adopted.

I glanced around, not bothering to hide my contempt. Have I mentioned how much I hate the outdoors? This, I decided, was a new low, even for my parents.

I didn't expect them to go this far, actually. I had known that they'd find me out eventually- I would never go out of my way to hide it from them. And I'd always been perfectly aware that they'd freak out. I'd been ready for anything, from denial to being disowned, but this?

I, Mail Matthew Jeevas, had been sentenced to Whammy's Camp, a Catholic "hetero" camp for gay teenagers.

"Mail, please spare us the attitude," my father said. You brought this upon yourself."

I would not roll my eyes. I would not turn my back. I would not prove him right, no matter how tempted I was to let out my frustration in an exuberant showcase of classic teen angst.

Instead, I sighed heavily and got my stuff out of the trunk. I was greeted at the entrance by a bearded guy holding a clipboard. He was wearing a sweater-vest and a smile, neither of which seemed appropriate in this mother-fucking heat.

"Hey there? Can I have your name?"

"Mail Jeevas," I said tiredly.

He gave me directions and I started off, ignoring my parents behind me. Looking around, I was confronted with the strangest mix of guys I'd ever seen. 'Gay' transcends race, religion, and social classes. Unfortunately, so does hatred.

A counselor was hanging around my cabin. Yeah. You see that sentence? This was the real deal- the cheesy, stereotypical camp from every bad summer-themed movie ever made. If there were any sort of arts and crafts involved, heads would roll.

Anyway, this counselor was a guy just a little bit taller than me with onyx black hair and eyes a strange shade of blue that I'd never seen before. "Hi, I'm Rick. Are you Mail?"

"Matt. I go by Matt."

Rick smiled but ultimately ignored me and turned to my parents. "Your son is in good hands. I used to go here myself; it helped me get through a really rough time. This cabin is designated for campers who are brand new this summer, so he'll fit right in."

I was instantly torn between the urge to make a 'That's what she (or in this case, he) said' joke and being really surprised. I hadn't known this camp got return visitors. I wondered if it did a number on their egos, knowing that they couldn't 'fix' some kids, no matter how many times their parents sent them back. I hoped so.

"Later there'll be a tour for the campers, but if you need anything else, the main building's just over there, and that's the director out front."

We looked to see a strict-looking man standing in front of the building next door. He was talking to a tearful boy with brown pigtails. Next to them, a kid about my age with slightly overlong blonde hair leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, no parents in sight.

"Thanks for all your help," my mom said, Miss Manners as always. She watched as I started unpacking. I had gotten there early enough to claim a top bunk. Hooray for the little things.

"Listen Mail, your father and I are leaving now, but first I wanted to say something. I know you're confused right now and I know you think we're doing the wrong thing here, but I promise that everything will work out in the end. Just give this place a try, okay? This will be good for you. Trust me."

A/N: So, this is only prolouge-long, but Chapter 2 will be longer and should be up tomorrow. I hope you enjoy this story and reviews would mean the world to me; I'd really love some feedback!