Jaiden Disventure Camp Novels & Stories

Jacob POV “Buddy, are you excited for your party?” I ask as Liam comes bouncing down the stairs. “Yes, I am. Can we go now?” He eyes me impatiently. It’s his fifth birthday, and I’ve planned the ultimate bash at Adventureland in Long Island. Leaving nothing to chance, I had the amusement park closed to outsiders for the day so we could have the lay of the land. Also, I had ulterior motives—I figured Liam would score brownie points with his school friends after another bullying incident.

A slow, cocky grin spread across his face, and I swear, my panties dampened on the spot. Who knew summer camp could turn into a thirst trap? I'd signed up for this urban escape, billed as a 'contemporary wilderness retreat' for young adults looking to unplug in the woods just outside the city. No cabins with Wi-Fi, just tents, hikes, and forced team-building. But seeing Justin? That made every mosquito bite worth it. He sauntered over after the s'mores, his broad shoulders filling out that faded camp tee, jeans hugging his thighs in a way that made my mouth water.

he say with finality. Once in our suite, we sit on the couch, and he starts up the laptop on the coffee table and starts a Zoom call. Once the call connects we’re greeted with the faces of my other two knucklehead best friends, Jasper’s Gamma, Calix, and Delta, Aiden. Calix is actually the oldest of us. He’s twenty-five, Jasper and I are twenty-four and Aiden is twenty. I was the last to find my animai. “Hey, guys! How was the ball?” asks Aiden cheerfully.

Jared said. “Whatever, get your hands off me.” Jeff said. Jared lets him go so quickly he falls on his butt. A crowd of people laugh at him. He gets up and walks away. MJ, Jessi, and Jake finish school and graduate. College time for MJ, Jessi, and Jake. Marty, Jared, Dalton, and Madison are finishing their first year. Summer came and MJ went to cheer camp at Clemson. She was gone for 4 days. Jared called and texted everyday. He was waiting for her when she pulled into her driveway. By the time her car was put in park he was opening her door.

And it’s only gotten harder since her diagnosis, I’m sure. “First, we need to gather the wood,” Jenni says. There’s a pile of logs that we keep stowed near the campsite, but we still need smaller sticks for kindling. I show Hayden the sizes of sticks we need, and he happily sets off, collecting them. “He loves this,” Jenni says with her eyes on him. “Maybe we can get him in Cub Scouts or something,” I suggest. “Or at least some sort of summer camp.” Jenni gives a soft laugh. “We?”

She rushes up to Conrad and gives him a strong hug, overjoyed to see him in New York. “You’re real… I mean you’re here!” Conrad said as he hugged Jaiden. “What are you doing here?” He asked curiously as they finished hugging. “Let’s just say that I tagged along with my parents since they’re going here to visit a family relative that I barely even know and don’t even care about,” Jaiden replied. “Let me guess, it’s your toxic aunt and uncle.” “Yup, and I’m glad that my parents agreed to let me visit you at least.”

It was incredible to see someone like Jayden be so soft and gentle, and it felt like he had unlocked a new side of himself to her. “How did you find out about this place?” She asked when the firefly flew away. “I wander around a lot,” Jayden shrugged casually as he stepped away from Zendaya. This didn't look like a place one would casually stumble upon and Zendaya squinted her eyes at him, but she quickly became distracted by the fireflies as she turned her attention away from him.

“You trying to kill our best fighters before breakfast?” “Just warming them up,” I said, tossing the towel around my neck. Joe fell into step beside me as I climbed the porch stairs. “Camping trip’s all set. Friday through Sunday. We’ll set everything up before you and Aiden get there.” “Good,” I said, already picturing it—me and my son under the stars, a real fire, no politics or pack dynamics. Just a chance to show him who I was without the weight of everything I’d screwed up.

—his eyes move toward the kitchen—“people.” Adam laughs. Plopping down beside me on the bed, he runs his fingers into his dark hair. “Dad, Jaden isn’t exactly Cade’s type. You don’t have to worry about him. He isn’t around much, anyway.” Not his type? Not that I care, but why? Maybe because I’m five foot two, and the boob fairy ran out of material when she gave all the other girls theirs. “Good,” Dad says, straightening his tie. “I’ve got to jet. If you … need anything let me know, okay?”