“Carlos I refuse to stay here all summer.” Maria huffed arms crossed over her chest, stomping her foot. The 10 year old was not pleased at all by this. (Camp Camp AU~)

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“Well, you have to stay because I’m staying here,” Carlos said, rolling his eyes. “C’mon, it’ll be fun – there’s loads of activities here – I’m sure you’ll find something to like!”

“I’ll be nice, it’s not like I don’t have manners, Carlos,” The girl grumbled as she lugged her suitcase behind her. “I wasn’t raised in a barn.”

“Really? It’s hard to tell with all the griping you’ve been doing since you got here,” Carlos told her smartly. He closed the door behind her. “Go ahead and leave the suitcase by the door.”

“I’m entitled to griping!” She exclaimed as she put the suitcase by the door. “It’s my only solace against this until I begrudgingly decide to have fun.”

Carlos rolled his eyes. “At least you’re self-aware,” he muttered softly. “David should be here in a bit. Though, I thought he’d already be here.” The 24-year-old was there and super excited when Carlos was interviewing. So one would assume he’d treat the children the same way. “I’m going to go ahead and get the camp TV – wait here, Maria.”

“Woah, when did you get that?”

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“Ummm, like two days ago? Is it that bad?”

“Well, yeah it hurts but it’s manageable. It’s just a big bruise on the side I usually sleep on so I gotta adjust” she shrugs and smiles. “I’ve had worse.”

“Do you need any medicine?” Carlos asked. “Ibuprofen? Some salve?”

“Woah, when did you get that?”

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“Ummm, like two days ago? Is it that bad?”

“Well, it certainly doesn’t look good,” Carlos said to her. “What happened? THat’s an awfully big bruise.”

“I kinda walked by Station Management’s office? And they threw a chair? And thus-” she gestured to her upper arm/shoulder where the bruise stretched out across.

“Holy – really?” Carlos asked. “Why on Earth did they throw a chair??”

“That is a fantastic question, hermamo.” Maria snorted. “Should I go ask them?”

“No – No, of course not! Just… are you okay? Does it hurt?” Carlos asked.

“Woah, when did you get that?”

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“Ummm, like two days ago? Is it that bad?”

“Well, it certainly doesn’t look good,” Carlos said to her. “What happened? THat’s an awfully big bruise.”

“I kinda walked by Station Management’s office? And they threw a chair? And thus-” she gestured to her upper arm/shoulder where the bruise stretched out across.

“Holy – really?” Carlos asked. “Why on Earth did they throw a chair??”

“Woah, when did you get that?”

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“Ummm, like two days ago? Is it that bad?”

“Well, it certainly doesn’t look good,” Carlos said to her. “What happened? THat’s an awfully big bruise.”