Imagine #92: Camp Pop Punk (Part 5)

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"Is something bothering you, dear? You seem a little quiet recently." Your mom asked Patrick that decided to help her out in the kitchen again. Patrick smiled at her, trying to hide his troubled thoughts.

"Nothing, it's just that there are things that had been going on around camp. It's been bothering me." He answered and your mom smiled at him.

"Well, both of my ears are yours. Well, of course, if you want them to hear you out anyways." She said kindly with a laugh. Patrick smiled again and thankful that somehow he has someone who plays as his mother here.

"It just seems that being kind really won't get me or others anywhere." Patrick started and went to tell your mother what had happened to you and him. "I was beginning to let her see me for who I really am and then other people looks at it in a very different and negative way. It's frustrating, really. I don't want any of those bad attention given to her and she's starting to avoid me too. Again, this is all because of me being nice." He continued.

Patrick looked up to your mother who was giving him a hopeful smile.

"First of all dear, thank you for liking my daughter." She said and Patrick looked at her in shocked.

"D-daughter....you mean? What?" he asked in disbelief and your mom giggled.

"I'm sorry if I haven't told you, it's because of the rule here...you know, that any camper that has a relative in the staff shall not be allowed to participate in the final contest. Well, Y/N dreams of competing and winning that contests, but now that I do know you, I know you'll keep this a secret, right?" she said, giving her full trust towards Patrick.

"O-of course..." Patrick nodded while still in shock and soon enough he finds himself blushing. "God, this is embarrassing, I've been opening up to the mom of the girl that I like." He said shyly and then chuckled after.

"It's okay, Patrick, besides I know you're someone that my daughter will like too. In fact, she already do. She's been addicted to your band since she turned 11 years old." She explained which made Patrick blush more.

"But really, I'm sorry that because of me she's been getting a lot of these negative attention recently. I really had no intention to –

"I know, Patrick. But let me just tell you something, words from other people doesn't matter if you and her continue to be true to each other. I mean, that's more important than what others will say. It's your choice too, but I know my daughter, she can totally figure out the things worth fighting for. It's not that I'm pushing you towards her, I'm just giving you an insight of what could happen if you chose one decision over the other. I know you're getting confused too, I hope you won't do anything that you'll regret someday." Your mom advised which made Patrick smile.

Patrick nodded at her while smiling, also thanking her for understanding. Maybe now he just had to pick the right choice...

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It has been a lazy day for Patrick. Today is a 'free' day of campers and everyone was just enjoying the beautiful nature. As for Patrick, he'd been doing nothing but to walk around trying to figure out what to do or say to you later. He really want to patch up things with you and maybe put an end to all those rumors now.

He was just walking around the campsite until he reached the temporary recording studio there. Everyone has the permit to use it as long as it's not occupied and unfortunately, someone was using it. Patrick walked closer and closer and he started to hear someone playing the piano softly. It was a good tune and rhythm for him, also a catchy one too.

"I got a pocket full of deadliness

Opium den mother, forget my head

At the dead-end called unsteadiness

Box blondes have less fun." You sang softly inside the recording studio while singing your original song. You were playing the mellow version of this song, singing it calmly and sweetly even with those deep lyrics, but all in all it sound so amazing, most especially with the piano accompanying your voice.

"Boomerang my head

Back to the city I grew up in

Again and again and again

Forever a lake effect kid" Patrick continued listening as he was mesmerized with the lyrics, song and voice. It was a beautiful piece for him. He stopped moving in there as he listened outside of that cabin.

"If she's going to enter the contest, she's having my vote." Patrick said to himself playfully as he tried to peek inside the recording studio, but to his shock, the person left already. He really tried to catch up with that person but in vain. "Well, maybe I'll just see you in the final competition, I guess." He whispered again, giving up on finding that particular someone.

After that, he just decided to walk towards the cabin and just stay there the whole day. As he was walking, Patrick's attention was caught by a building crowd near the cabins.

"What do you have that we don't huh?" he heard one of the campers said.

"It seems like you're luring all of them towards you, what are you? Some social climber of some sort?" another said and the time Patrick reached them, he saw you being cornered by these mean campers.

His heart leaped for a while because he saw you being nervous and having anxiety attack in there. You weren't even talking back, you're just looking at them...scared and confused.

"Stop this!" Patrick spoke that made everyone look at him. Some chuckled annoyingly some just shook their head.

"Well, it's no fun now, he's here to protect the girl." One guy said that made Patrick look back at him.

"Can't you really see what this girl is doing, Patrick? Taking advantage of you and the others to climb to the top. Making her look like she's the good girl in here." One girl told me.

"I'm not! What you're saying is all wrong!" you started to spoke back to them.

Patrick suddenly fell into silence...taking advantage of him, again? He looked at you and realized that you wouldn't do that for anything. He knows you somehow and what they are accusing you is impossible for you to do.

"I'm not a social climber, I'm not taking advantage of anyone. Is it my fault that they are the one who grew fond of me?" she continued, shocking the others with her words.

"Well, well, well, look who's talking back now that her knight in shining armor is here." Another camper said. I can't believe they are talking like this even if I, as one of the camp head, is in front of them.

"Stop hiding your motives, Y/N. We heard you talking last night and we might have recorded what you were saying."

"W-what do you mean?" you asked them and one of them took her phone out and started playing some sound recording.

"Me too, I really can't believe that somehow I'm getting closer to them. I mean, it's overwhelming and all but I think they are my way to get to the top...you know, to my own dreams." You heard your own voice playing over the phone.

"They are my way to get to the top." One repeated what you said.

It angered you right on the spot, that was not what you meant, they stopped recording just to show the wrong content of what you said. What you mean in there was they are the way for you to get to the top in the form of inspiring you and motivating you. It's not in the way that you're going to take advantage of the privilege you have by being close to them, but having them as inspirations for your dreams.

"That's not what I meant in there! You stopped recording just to show what you want to –

"Oh, shush, dear, we caught you red handed. People like you doesn't belong here, and besides, do you even have a talent? Maybe you do really need their help!" one mocked you which made you grit your teeth. You don't want to start a brawl fight in here, you have to control yourself.

As for Patrick, he fell into silence more when he heard the recording...he took that content of what you said in the wrong way too...the way those mean people want him to think. After hearing that recording, he hated himself for falling into your trap that never existed. He was just lost in the thought of being taken advantage again.

Suddenly, he moved to create a boundary between you and the others and you were thankful for that. You thought Patrick understood you, but the moment he looked at you, you know something was off. He was staring at you like saying 'from now on, we're enemies'.

"You're right, what they're seeing is all wrong." He said, facing you directly but it's more on the angry tone. "You're right too, it's our choice grew fond of you." He continued in the same manner.

Everyone was silent now and you nervously looked at Patrick, wanting to ask what's wrong, but you can't seem to do it.

"We grew fond of you, because we pity you, Y/N." he said as harshly as he can which really took you off guard.

"What are you –

"Maybe she's really a part social climber, because all she wants to do is to fit in. You see, she's really not that someone who can afford to be in here, she just had the privilege to." Patrick continued to be mean and the others are already smirking with him.

Your heart beat grew faster, what if he found out that you're the daughter of one of the staff here. That can't be, your mom won't say that...unless, he trusted Patrick.

"What are you saying, Patrick?" one asked him.

Patrick was still staring at you directly with those piercing cold eyes of his that could kill you instantly.

"Well, you see, her mom's working on the kitchen here and she was just dragged along with her." He said that made you all weak. Others gasps with the revelation and others just went 'I knew it'. "Oh, are you joining the final competition? Aw well, too sad...your entry had been forfeited now. Maybe you can join next time when you can go here all on your own and make your way to the top without taking advantage of anyone." He whispered in anger.

You don't know what to react in there, your idol, your inspiration just broke the opportunity for you to show what you want to show. Someone you want to see your talent just looked down on you as a social climber...his head was already poisoned. You hated it, you want to hurt him right that instant but you know that you're already defeated before the war even began.

You looked at him in disbelief, but maybe the best response he'll get is silence. You hurtfully walked away from there, not expecting a tear to fall from your eyes.

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