Chapter Two: Velvet
A Friend In Need is a Fiend Indeed
“Do you think she’ll be okay, Brody?” Velvet asked, picking Yori’s plate off the ground.
“Oh, she’ll be fine. She’s kind of bratty, if you ask me,” Brody responded, grabbing handfuls of food from the table as Velvet tossed Yori’s utensils.
“I think she’s just nervous. I mean, she really doesn’t seem like the camper type,” Velvet said, filling her plate behind Brody.
“Not even close! She’s seems like a Barbie to me,” Brody scoffed, grabbing a napkin at the end of the line.
“Oh, cut her some slack. She didn’t come here on her own accord and she’s still getting used to the atmosphere,” Velvet proposed, looking around the main field for a bench to sit on.
“What do you mean she didn’t come here on her own accord?”
“Her mom made her come here for her college apps, actually Yori said she would rather be tanning than be here. Wanna sit over by that tree?” Velvet replied.
“Wow, talk about taking the natural spirit of going to camp for granted! So basically, you were cheated out of a cabin and four campers for someone who doesn’t even want to be here? That’s lame, man,” Brody remarked, rolling his eyes.
“I guess if you look at it that way…what about by the statue?” Velvet responded, pointing to the bench next to the stone statue of a bear and raccoon eating pancakes and hamburgers.
“Yeah, let’s go there. Aren’t you mad about having to share? Isn’t the cabin space tight?”
“Oh, I don’t mind, Brody. I’m sure she’ll come around; at least she’s trying something new for her. I mean, obviously she comes from shopping and lounging, so I would think the idea of sports and messy living would be a new and kind of unsettling experience for her,” Velvet reasoned, not understanding why Brody was pressing the issue.
“I guess...I bet she comes from more than shopping and lounging though. She probably comes from a rich dad that makes everything perfect for her. I bet the first thing she did when she walked in the cabin was spray it with Lysol or something,” Brody persisted, laughing at his own jab.
“Brody, it’s fine. I’m fine, she’ll be fine. Just leave it alone,” Velvet concluded the conversation. Velvet wanted to make the best of her sudden roomie since they’d be with each other for the three weeks coming.
“All right, all right. I’m sorry. So, how did you like junior year?” Brody gave in, diverting the topic elsewhere.
“A lot of work, but worth it when I saw the grades I ended with. What about you?”
“It was pretty good…my End World Hunger club really expanded. We were the largest club on campus,” Brody shared.
“No way! Good for you! My brail club didn’t really expand this year, but my afterschool non-profit made over 10,000 dollars throughout the whole year.”
“Hey, that’s pretty cool—“
“What is?” someone behind Brody interrupted, before smacking him on the shoulder. Brody turned around to see his best guy friend, Matt.
“Matt! There you are, man. Couldn’t spot you for shi—“
“You better get used to not saying that for when the campers arrive,” Velvet sung, chewing on a piece of cheesy bread.
“That must be Velvet,” Matt said, smiling. “How have you been?” Velvet stood up and hugged Matt hello.
“I’ve been fine, how about you?” Velvet asked, sitting back down and crossing her legs.
“Good, good. I’m anxious to get back home though,” Matt said, taking off his baseball cap, sticking his hand through his knotted up head of brown curls and scratching underneath all the hair.
“Already?” Brody asked, scooting over for Matt to sit down.
“I’m so close to putting the final finish on my second computer,” Matt said, replacing his hat, balancing it as carefully as he could upon his mop.
“You’re building computers? What happened to your frog testing?” Velvet asked, swiping a bundle of crumbs from the corner of her mouth.
“They’re not colorblind. Literally, all I need is six pad screws for the motherboard and I’ll be done. Do you think I could get them off geeks.com? I probably could; they’d be cheapest there. Harold’s sight sold them for $59.99, but I could probably get them for like…” Matt trailed off, enveloped in his own mumbled-under-the-breath words that only made sense to him. As Matt thought and went through the files in his packed brain, Velvet turned to Brody.
“Here comes Yori,” she said, popping her head to the side to indicate the direction she was coming from.
“Do you see the smile on my face, Velvet?” Brody asked flatly, his mouth in a straight line. “Tell me where it is, ‘cause I don’t see it.” Velvet laughed out loud and smacked Brody’s shoulder.
“Shh! Be nice,” Velvet commanded, smothering her laughing smile. Brody stuffed down a chuckle, as well.
“Velvet.” Yori looked quite put off. She was wearing a new shirt that was not stained, but her annoyed expression remained the same. “Where can I find a phone that works? My cell phone isn’t connecting.”
“Oh yeah, cell phones never work all the way up—“
“Where is a phone that works?” Yori repeated, her voice still level and precise, her face still miffed. Taken aback from the interruption, Velvet’s smile faded and she pointed to the office by the parking lot.
“Hi!” Matt perked up. “I’m Matt. Nice to meet you.” Matt stood up and stuck out his hand toward Yori for her to shake. Yori distinctly looked at the hand, turned her head, and strode away to the office. “What did I say?” Matt asked.
“Still think she’s just nervous? Will she really come around, Velvet?” Brody asked. Velvet didn’t say anything; she just looked at Yori stalking away, wondering what could have made Yori so upset. She couldn’t be that uneasy, could she?
“Anyway, the motherboard should only cost like 40 bucks, guys. I would say that’s pretty reasonable, wouldn’t you?” Matt went on, totally disregarding what had just happened.
“Yeah, Matt…it’s super,” Velvet responded, defeated.
All right! I'll see you all tomorrow. Thanks for reading!
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