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[color=909090][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Sky [color=909090][b]→[/b][/color] SMF Airport [color=909090][b]→[/b][/color] The Bus [color=909090][b]→[/b][/color] Aces High Campgrounds
[color=909090][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Each Other
[sub]Collab with [@Bee][/sub]
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[indent]Having endured the longest plane ride of his sixteen years of life so far, Silas Owens eagerly stared out of the window of Delta Flight #438. The airline stewardess had just announced that all passengers should fasten their seatbelts, as they would begin their descent in three minutes time. Silo’s buckle was already fastened in preparation for landing, so he was able to enjoy the scenery as the aircraft lowered through the clouds, while everyone else got seated and buckled up. The morning sun was smiling upon the earth that passed below, like one long checkerboard of various shades of green and yellow.
 
The plane’s landing was safe and uneventful, but young Silas was still [i]quite[/i] ecstatic to finally be on the ground. He stretched out his cramped up limbs whilst waiting for his single - yet enormous - suitcase to roll around at the baggage claim. SMF was lively, as Silas had expected any Californian city airport would be. The boy spent some time people-watching, a beloved hobby of his, and almost missed his luggage when he got distracted by it. 
 
With his bag in hand, or wheeling behind him, rather, Silas set off to find the pickup location. Silo fished around in his jeans pocket and pulled out a crumpled up print out that said to exit the Sacramento airport, and head to the bus stop located near parking lot “C”. A clearly labeled bus would be waiting to pick up the out-of-state arrivals - as well as any other campers that were dropped off - at the airport, and then to transport them to the camp site.
 
The aforementioned bus was found in the form of a bright yellow school bus with “ACES HIGH” painted in bold, black, block letters along the side. He idly wondered if the bus was an old model from a high school, and if the director had simply named the whole camp that out of convenience. The name, and it’s origins,  hardly mattered however, because this was bound to be a dope-ass camp regardless of it’s name.
 
Confidently striding over to the large vehicle, Silo hopped up the steps and gave the bus driver “Joe,” his name, when he was prompted to do so. Joe checked a list, nodded, and then proceeded to highlight a row across the page. [i]“All set, kiddo. Take a seat wherever ya like. We got a few more boarding here, and we’ll be making a couple other stops along the way, for pickups. Should be up in the mountains in a few hours time, so get comfy.”[/i]
 
Silas nodded at the driver. [color=909090][b]“Thanks, man,”[/b][/color] he said before heading down the narrow aisle, looking for a place to set his luggage and find a seat for himself.
 
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Madison was bored, to say the very least. Since she had lived closer to the camp than most people, and the bus had pretty much swung by her house and picked her up straight from there. There were no goodbyes, her parents were gone at work by the time the bus had arrived. Upon boarding, she had moved toward the back, because it was where she felt like she would be the most comfortable. She wanted no part in the ruckus that would soon happen up front. She just wanted these last few hours to herself before she’d have to spend her summer with a bunch of people that she most likely didn’t know.
 
She didn’t even want to go, but after much convincing (a.k.a. bribing and negotiations), she agreed to spend her summer at this camp. Madi was fine with the social group she had now, despite how eccentric they might’ve been. Sure, they might’ve spent a majority of their time indoors and studying, but they were better than nothing.  
 
Madison rested her head on the seat, trying to fall asleep so that she could pass the time. [i]Or at least try to pass it.[/i] After about ten minutes of failing to do so, she gave up and decided to stare out the window, but not before putting her earphones in and putting on [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQjsAJhsSw8]an old favorite[/url]. The slow rocking of the bus as it traversed through the roads of Northern California, combined with the easygoing vibes from the song, made the trip a little more enjoyable, until they stopped at an airport a couple hours later. 
 
The camp was just a few hours away from where she lived. Why were they at an airport, out of all the places in the better half of California? Then they stopped in a parking lot, labeled “C”. Madison closed her eyes once again as [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Yzu-4kJg6g]another blast from the past[/url] came on. She could feel the bus’ doors open, and then footsteps inching closer and closer to her. 
 
Silas hefted his suitcase into the back of the bus, alongside all of the other bags, which were forming a sizable mountain by this point. Next up was decided on a seat. There weren’t any left that were one hundred percent vacant, but Silo didn’t mind, he was a social dude! He selected a spot next to a rather unenthused, yet gorgeous looking, girl. She had pale porcelain skin and wide eyes, which lended to her having a very doll-like appearance. She was of… Korean descent, if Silo had to hazard a guess.
 
[color=909090][b]“Sup? Whatchu listenin’ to here?”[/b][/color] he greeted with a cheerful smile as he sat down beside her. She had headphones in and seemed to be jamming out to something good. Silo loved music, he was usually always listening to a song himself, even if the the rhythm was only in his mind.
 
Madison opened her eyes as she felt the presence of an individual. Goosebumps prickled on her skin when the air shifted about her. She opened her eyes and saw a very attractive - presumably African American - male standing right in front of her. She scooted a bit to allow him to sit down. She had a slight smirk on her face as the two exchanged formalities. He was pretty cute, to say the very least. 
 
[color=7ea7d8][b]“I was just jamming out to some AFI, but the song just ended.”[/b][/color] Madison removed an earphone and offered it to the boy who had just sat down next to her. [color=7ea7d8][b]“You wanna listen along? I’m Madison, by the way.”[/b][/color] The song had changed to something else, not as emo as AFI, but definitely [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6d4isGk73o]enjoyable.[/url]
 
[color=909090][b]“Hells yeah, thanks,”[/b][/color] he said, gladly taking the earbud offered to him. [color=909090][b]“Pleased to meet ya, I’m Silas Owens. Everyone just mushes it together into Silo, though, I like that.”[/b][/color] The infectious beats of [i]Flashing Lights[/i] thumped in through the headphones, and Silas moved his shoulders in time with it.
 
[color=909090][b]“[i]~I'm more of the, trips to Florida
Order the h'orderves, views of the water~[/i]”[/b][/color] 
 
Silas shamelessly sang and grooved along with Kanye. His singing voice was decent - a result of years of singing in the church choir - but his dancing was what was really on point, especially for being seated on a bus. Dance was Silas’ passion, and the reason he loved music as much as he did. [color=909090][b]“I actually [i]am[/i] from Florida”[/b][/color] Silo remarked with a light chuckle at the coincidence.  [color=909090][b]“What aboutchu?”[/b][/color]
 
As Silas sang a little bit to the Kanye West hit, she was honestly, as the kids used to put it, [i]shook[/i] as she heard how beautiful of a voice he had. She felt goosebumps yet again, and a funny feeling in her chest, as she heard that amazing voice. She remained silent, watching him sway and get into the song. This Silas guy was a lively fellow, for sure. 
 
[color=7ea7d8][b]“I’m from this area. Just drive two hours to the south and you’ll find yourself on my turf.”[/b][/color]
 
[color=909090][b]“Oooh, nice!”[/b][/color] Silas said with an intrigued lilt in his tone.  [color=909090][b]“I ain’t been landed for more than a half hour, and I already met myself a Cali girl with good music taste. This fittin’ to be a good summer, indeed.”[/b][/color]
 
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The teens spent the majority of the hours long bus ride making small talk and sharing songs from each other’s playlists. By the end of the drive, the pair were laughing and getting along well enough that people might confuse them for old friends, rather than the new acquaintances that they were. The bus rolled to a slow stop after crossing an adorable stone bridge. Joe announced that this was the end of the road, and the whole swarm of campers gathered their bags and funneled out of the vehicle in a graceless rush.
 
The floridian boy casually followed Madison to the exit. Now that they were out in the open, Silas got a much better look at the group of kids that he would be spending the next ten weeks with. There were some really chill looking people among them, lots of cuties too, this was going to be fun!
 
Ash, the camp director, was handing out envelopes containing cabin assignments to each of the campers. Silo thanked her when she handed him his own, ever the polite young man that his mama raised him to be. [color=909090][b]“Wonder if we’ll be in the same cabin,”[/b][/color] he mused to Madi as he tore into his packet. [color=909090][b]“Clubs… you?”[/b][/color] Silas announced and peeked over at the contents of her envelope.
 
The bus ride was a lot more fun than Madison had previously anticipated. Hanging out with Silas had been a blast, and finding out more about his tastes in music and his background was also very, very delightful.
 
Looking outside, she could see that there were quite the bit of people that would be joining them. At least there would be company. Madison had received an envelope right after Silas. She opened it - or at least attempted to. She tried to open it the traditional way, but then the efforts proved futile, so she stuck her finger in the gap, dragging it along the top so that it would finally open. She peeked inside, knowing Silas was also looking.
 
[color=7ea7d8][b]“Jack of Spades!”[/b][/color] Madison announced, before realizing that it wasn’t clubs, [color=7ea7d8][b]“Aww. We’re not in the same cabin.”[/b][/color]
 
[color=909090][b]“Dang! Oh well,”[/b][/color] Silas replied and then smirked. [color=909090][b]“Guess that might make us future competitors, Madz.”[/b][/color][/indent]