Bubble Guppies Camping Novels & Stories

“Oh, you’ll get more than a tour, pretty boy.” I clenched my jaw but didn’t say anything as they shoved us forward. They made us walk through the deep brush and thicket of trees in rogue territory for what felt like miles. There was so much smoke in the air from cooking meat it was making my wolf antsy. When we eventually stepped into a large round clearing I could see why there was so much smoke. A massive buffalo turned over an open flame in the center of a crude kind of campground. A crowd of rogues surrounded it, eating and drinking and laughing together. A whole rogue encampment, and their leader sat right there in its midst.

Matter of fact, he didn’t want to wait here another minute. “AAAnnngggeeelll!” the pup screamed again, this time in the air, thank-the-gods, since sound traveled so much better under water and the pup was loud enough to wake the dead—though obviously not sleeping Hammers who’d gone out for a late-night dinner and a game of Who Can Toss The Clam The Farthest. Ugh. Not even an octopus-tossing event. He’d head for the closest retirement reef before he’d let his life turn into that.

Sixteen-year-old Nicky Kappes and fifteen-year-old Teri Smith would have preferred to be almost anywhere on this frigid Friday night instead of where they were right now—huddled in down sleeping bags inside a canvas tent in the Berkshire Mountains of western Massachusetts. The campground was officially closed for the winter, but that hadn’t stopped their fathers. For the past three years, the divorced dads had brought their kids here for a weekend of what they called “uninterrupted bonding time.” That meant no cell phones, no computers, no nothing—not even other people, except for their pesky little brothers, who hardly counted. Their fathers had their cell phones for emergencies, and Nicky’

I began dressing quickly before he saw my budding erection. “Chased after the wrong hot piece of tail,” I thought I heard Zak mumble. But when I turned to clarify, he was looking towards the trees where Devin and Charlie were emerging from the wood. That night was spent swimming in the pond at the foot of the waterfall and talking in front of the fire. It was a perfect evening, and we all slept under the stars in sleeping bags that we kept in a trunk by the falls.

Bill alarmed. “What did you say?” John forced his way in scanning the tent. “Oh no! She went under. ” John alerted and picked up his local rifle and stormed out the room. “Wait up!” Bill pleaded and followed his partner out the camping area and down the grassland. The two men ran down the hill, naked and yelling. The day light crept slowly on the sloppy hill which was once homes to deer mouses, racoons, grass cutters, snakes and rabbit, but slowly became deserted by the Advent of pouchers.

“Oh, you’ll get more than a tour, pretty boy.” I clenched my jaw but didn’t say anything as they shoved us forward. They made us walk through the deep brush and thicket of trees in rogue territory for what felt like miles. There was so much smoke in the air from cooking meat it was making my wolf antsy. When we eventually stepped into a large round clearing I could see why there was so much smoke. A massive buffalo turned over an open flame in the center of a crude kind of campground. A crowd of rogues surrounded it, eating and drinking and laughing together. A whole rogue encampment, and their leader sat right there in its midst.

I didn't want to assume he was taking a picture of me, so I just ignored it. "Jes, I'll just put your things in the other tent. You'll be sharing with Sophia later. Nick and I will be on the other side," said George. I didn't want to agree to share a tent with Sophia, but I had no choice. This camping site is so beautiful and fancy. When we arrived, the tents were already set up. The style was like capsules. George said there’s a bathroom inside. There are also benches and swings by the trees. In front of the two capsules, there's a barbecue area. Nick must have prepared everything.

Chapter 9. Confessions, Calm and Closeness *********** "Okay guys. It’s time for work. Go to the booth, register name of you and your partner. 1 tent. 2 mattress and 2 sleeping bags per pair. The names have already been announced to you in the bus also at the tag given to you. The ground is clear and the tents are about 5 inches above the ground level. So make it quick and reach at the campfire by 7 for dinner". The Boy Scout head announced on the micro phone and everyone moved to the booth for registration and receiving their supplies. Aside from tents and the bags, they were given water bottles to survive the night.

Taking a deep breath, Xavia then closed the door behind her before returning to Keith’s room to continue working on her design… She didn’t sleep a wink, and soon enough, it was already the next morning… Just as planned, everyone had prepared their camping gear, and it didn’t take long for all of them to arrive at a wide meadow where warbler grass grew. In front of them, was a clear blue river, and behind them, was a beautiful bamboo forest. All in all, the area was utterly breathtaking… “This place is great…! If we’re camping out here, I’m sure we can stargaze tonight!” exclaimed Winnie who was the most hyped up one as usual.

I asked, setting aside the math textbook I’d been pretending to study. “You could say that,” he muttered, loosening his protective gear. “You alright, kid?” “Actually, I wanted to ask you something.” I stood, bracing myself. “There’s a group of girls from school going camping tomorrow night. Just overnight. Can I go?” He looked at me. “Camping? Where?” “I think just near the outskirts. They go every year, it’s a thing.” Julian rubbed his chin. “Who’s going?” “Ruby. Laura. Claire. Cherry—”