Kait and Zac were watching The Little Mermaid on the Disney channel.
"This is stupid," Kait commented. Zac didn't say anything. "I can't believe
we're actually WATCHING this!" There was silence for about two minutes.
"Kait-get up!!" Zac suddenly exclaimed. "Hurry!!" Kait got up and Zac shot for
the bathroom. He didn't make it, and vomited all over the floor. He continued on
to the toilet and vomited some more. Kait went into the bathroom and kneeled
beside her boyfriend. She held his hair back for him until he was done. She then
helped him stand and brought him into the other room. She layed him on the bed.
"I KNEW you weren't better! Lay here." She went into the bathroom and got a damp
washcloth. She wiped off Zac's face and tossed the washcloth on the floor. She
put the back of her hand on his forehead. "You're really hot. Let's get some of
these clothes off of you." Zac didn't protest as Kait took off his button-up
shirt and black cords. She tossed them onto the other bed. "I want you to rest
here while I go find Jorge."
"No....don't leave me.."
"I need to. I'm going to tell him that we need to go home. You need to sleep in
your own bed."
"Hurry.."
"I will." Kait kissed his forehead and went out the door. She walked down the
hall towards their chaperone Jorge's room.
Tay and I only swam for about a half an hour, and then decided to go back to our
room. We were sharing a room, while Ike and Abby shared, Zac and Kait did, and
Jorge was by himself. Jorge was our chaperone, because we couldn't leave the
camp by ourselves. We needed to have an adult with us. Not that I would consider
Jorge an adult. He was 35, and single. The most 'Chaperoneing' he did was making
sure we were alive. He didn't care what we did. He was out doing what he wanted
to do by himself.
Tay and I went to our room and got out our clothes. I changed in front of Tay,
and he was changing at the same time. I put on a Play Doh monster tee, and wide
leg jeans, with a rainbow belt. Tay put on HUGE pants and a large red T-shirt.
"Tay!" I exclaimed, "Could your pants be any BIGGER??" He looked down.
"Yeah."
"I betcha I could pull them down."
"Maybe." I went up to him and pulled on the legs of his pants. They fell down and
so did his boxers.
