A Spy Among Us {Site Princes}

[JOEY ROOKS]

Zack Charming, and upperclassman had approached the tiny, bouncing girl with a simple task. Pretend to be a boy. Infiltrate their numbers. All for the sake of psychology and science. Joey…was okay with this. It sounded like an adventure enough, and Jamie was us with Jemissa that night, so might as well do something entertaining, right? Joey harassed, and poked at Darius, and finally bribed him with toast LOADED with honey—and managed to walk out of the dorms in his clothes.

A smarmy shirt hung loose on her torso, large enough to cover the small bumps on her chest—which she flattened out with the use of ace bandages. Not too bad, all things considered. She had even borrowed a pair of Darius’ shorts, and used a belt to hold them tight enough on her hips. She had almost been ready to leave the house, when Darius stopped her and yanked a striped hat over her head. Right, right. Joey was a tomboy, but her bright orange hair was all girl. Quickly, she tucked her hair into the hat, giving her the illusion of short hair, and hurried out the door.

She wasn’t sure when she would be back, but the campsite seemed pretty far out there. She had bullied Zack into making sure she had a place to sleep because to hell with getting a camping set. Joey hopped into a taxi, and looked down at her cellphone, rattling off the address to the nearest area. She was dropped off just near the entrance to a rather large park, and she frowned. Hopefully this Zack kid wasn’t some kind of..murderous bastard. Because that would suck major amounts. Joey stepped into the woodsy park, following the path, glancing down at the GPS on her phone.

The campsite should be around here somewhere. Joey glanced up and down, hearing voices in the distance. Hopefully those voices belonged to the guys, and it wasn’t about to be some Deliverance shit going down in here. Joey veered off the path, and pushed through the low hanging branches to a clearing and she grinned. There was a happy little fire going, and already several guys were hanging around. Zack was there, but she forced her smile to be just a bit smaller. Instead, she shoved her hands into her pockets, and cleared her throat, lowering her voice just a little. Not overly, in that ridiculous way—but hopefully enough that it was a little more passable. “Sup?” She asked to the general group of guys. Friends, they had to make friends. If only for Zack’s little project. The evil mastermind—god he was brilliant.

Le Disguise.

[sleepingprince]

How he’d managed to get shanghaied into this, Adam still hadn’t a clue. It was all Soren’s fault—that much he knew—but really, he could have just said no. He had better things to do with his weekends. Like…sleep in. And procrastinate on homework. And practice. And pretend he had places to be and people to see and things to do. Anything, really, had to be better than hanging out with college kids he’d never met before. Right? At least, that’s what he’d told himself the minute he’d actually seen them.

Adam felt—no, he was—outrageously inferior. Already being a bit on the shorter end (everyone in his class, it seemed, had somehow managed to skyrocket to six feet and up over summer vacation), he felt very much as he imagined David had when first laying eyes upon Goliath when first entering the campground. Except there was more than one Goliath, and the height difference wasn’t quite as significant. And Adam didn’t happen to be staring death in the face, either, but still. The idea was all there. Besides, half of them looked like they could sprout a beard just by thinking about it; the idea made what few chin hairs he’d ever dreamed of producing shrivel up and die before they could even think about being imagined into existence.

He shouldn’t have come. As he sat there on one of the makeshift wooden benches, staring between the campfire and those other, infinitely more adult males, he half felt like he should have been making s’mores or something else equally as childish. Although, no one could deny s’mores were delicious… Still, they were funny, and friendly enough. He hadn’t really talked to that Zack kid apparently behind this whole thing yet, but seeing as he had absolutely no idea who anyone but Soren was, no one could really blame him, right? It wasn’t like he was being intentionally rude. He was still talking, laughing at the jokes, getting along just fine.

Just as he began contemplating asking whether or not there was any food around (naturally, being both a high school boy and an athlete, Adam’s stomach was almost constantly growling), there emerged from the trees to his right a newcomer. One just about as young as himself, from the looks of it. Smaller, anyway. Instantly, Adam felt confidence return. He offered the new boy a small, friendly-but-not-too-much-so smile and nodded, hands still in his unzipped jacket’s pockets. “Hey,” he stood, offering the beanie-wearing newcomer a hand to shake that he hoped wouldn’t be too awkward. He hated introductions almost as much as feeling like a shrimp. But only almost. “I’m Adam. You uh—you one of Zack’s friends?” Maybe then, at least, he’d be able to figure out who the hell the person behind this all was. He hadn’t exactly been paying attention when he’d been told earlier.


ooc: Erm..sorry this sucks so horrendously… O.o I can edit what he’s doing/whatnot, if it’ll fit better somewhere else.
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