@baileyfuge
Mike had really gone out of his way to be a dick this time. His friend had joked about losing his keys to the cabin and saying he’d steal Jonas’ for the rest of the retreat. Now that he was standing outside his cabin and searched for his keys to get in, he found that Mike had been dead serious all along. He looked inside every little pocket, opened every zipper. No keys. “Arschloch” he muttered with exasperation. Now Jonas would have to wait for the rest of the students he was living with to return from the silly tour they wanted to take around Plymouth. Just my damn luck... he thought. Of course he’d been the only one who chose not to tag along, since he’d decided to go back to get some work done instead in spite of how many times his friends called him nerd for it. Resigned to the fact that he now had a few hours to kill and nothing productive to do, he readjusted his backpack on his shoulder and began to walk away from Cabin #6.


















