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     Summer vacations for Simmons were always uneventful, the family he came from weren't one for vacations, so usually Simmons spent his summers studying.

     Which is why Richard Simmons, age 18- fresh out of high school, found himself very out of place, currently seated beside his classmate Donut in their 'friend's' van, preparing for a camping trip.

     He wasn't quite sure when the last time Donut shut his mouth was, he had been blabbering on for hours end about how much fun they're going to have! Or something like that, Simmons had just resigned to burying his nose in his book, only looking up occasionally when a door was shut.

     There was a loud grumbling behind him, from the back of the van, as someone's arm reached over the seats, a tired voice requesting the snack bag- Ah. Grif, of course. How could Simmons forget?- Grif was coming along. Obnoxious, disgusting, gross Grif, who could probably eat their entire food supply in under 5 minutes.

     Simmons simply slid back in his seat, bringing his feet up and laying his book out across his thighs, but it wasn't long until he was bothered- the snack bag hitting his head as Grif tried to pull it into the back quickly broke Simmons' concentration, causing him to yell and swat at the bag.

     “Jesus—fucking, christ, calm down, kiss-ass!” Grif started, his head popping up from behind the seats as he motioned to the bag with his free hand, “Do you even know what's in this bag? Like, the most valuable shit on this trip- probably more valuable than your life.”

     Simmons sighed, murmuring a small “Shut it, fatass.” as he returned to reading, relaxing in his seat as Sarge and Lopez finally rested in their seats in the front. Lopez was another guy from his class- only ever spoke Spanish, no one really understands what he's saying. And Sarge...well, that was a thought for another day.

     As Sarge called out to buckle up, Simmons saw Donut quickly adjust how he was sitting before buckling his seat belt. A sigh could be heard behind him as Grif lay on the hard casing of the van, munching away quite happily at the snacks. Simmons scooted up on his seat, stretching before buckling his own seatbelt.