Weehawken, I Choose You!

Weehawken blog for Chem! Name: Andrew Age: 9 Gender: Male Height: 4'5" Likes: Pokemon, Hamtaro, Sailor Moon, playing the guitar, singing, and making friends. Dislikes: Meanieheads, asparagus, complete darkness, and Joey's Rattata. Cabin: 7

[buttonbadgecounselor]

Heh. You’re sweet, kid, but I’m sure they’d be more interested in hearin’ about how much fun you had than some guy who looked after you.

*he stands back up* But, hey, I’m not gonna stop ya. Who knows? I could get paid from the positive feedback. That’d be cool.

[youngsterandrew-blog]

Paid? 

[Andrew scratches his head, reaching for Radio’s hand again as they resume walking towards the cabins and mess hall.] 

You mean you don’t get any money to be a counselor?

[buttonbadgecounselor]

*he frowns as he glances down at him*

That sounds pretty tough, kid…. You’ve gotta be a real brave guy to be dealing with that, especially at your age.

*he stops, thinning his lips before crouching down to Andrew*

Hey, listen, if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m always here… I mean it. If you’re upset, nervous or anxious about anything, I’ll listen, alright? You’re gonna have the best time ever, here. Make loads of friends and cool things to take back and show your ma and pa. It’ll be great.

[youngsterandrew-blog]

Absolutely, Mister Radio! I’ll have lots of fun, and make lots of cool stuff, and bring it home to Daddy so he’ll feel better! You’re so nice to me, maybe I’ll make somethin’ about you to take home, so I can tell him about you. 

[youngsterandrew-blog]

Hey dude. I just wanna tell you that the link in your description is broken.

((Thank you so much! I fixed it!))

[buttonbadgecounselor]

Heh, it sure won’t.

*Radio flinches in surprise as his hand is held, having not expected the child to do that, however, he let’s him keep hold of it and simply continues to walk*

It is? Well I hope you enjoy it here, squirt. A lot of kiddos make it out to be worse than it is, ‘cause they’d rather be at home watchin’ tv, but its really not a bad camp… And I’m not just sayin’ that because I work here.

[youngsterandrew-blog]

I think Mommy and Daddy just wanted me to come because Daddy’s been sick a lot lately, and we haven’t really had time for fun. He has doctor’s visits a lot, and he was in the hospital for a long time. Had to get his brain worked on. So Daddy wanted to send me here for the summer while he’s in somethin’ called physical therapy.

[buttonbadgecounselor]

Yeah, bear…

Well, don’t worry yourself, kid. That ‘bear’ ain’t gonna be hangin’ around here for much longer, especially if it’s eating fingers.

[youngsterandrew-blog]

Good, ‘cause the only fingers I wanna see eaten are chicken fingers! I bet that bear won’t get any badges, will it?

[They’ve started heading back to the cabin, Andrew skipping along beside Radio, his backpack bouncing from his shoulders. He never goes anywhere without it. Call it a quirk, if you will. A security blanket. But abruptly, he reaches up and places his hand in Radio’s, holding it as they walk.] 

I’m awfully glad you’re my counselor, Mister Radio. This is my first time at summer camp.

[buttonbadgecounselor]

Haha, yeah… Well you can have one if you behave.

Oh, wait, you’re in Cabin 7? Heh, I guess I should’ve checked the list properly.

Yeah, I’m the counselor. It means I look after all the lucky squirts bunkin’ in my cabin; including yourself.

[youngsterandrew-blog]

Okay! I feel safer from the bears in the woods now, knowin’ you’re protectin’ us, Mister Radio. I heard that there’s some big bear hunkin’ around, eating people’s fingers!

[buttonbadgecounselor]

*there’s a difference?*

M’names Radio. The cool Counselor of Cabin 7. B) It’s nice to meet you, kiddo. And keep up the good manners, ‘cause that’s how you gain one of these shiny gems.

*gestures to the badges on his vest*

[youngsterandrew-blog]

[Andrew gasps with pleasure, eyes wide.]

Those look just like Gym Badges in Pokemon! Especially that one! 

[He points at one particular badge, that looks like a raindrop, sort of.] 

You’re in my cabin, too. You’re the counselor?

[buttonbadgecounselor]

Oh a video game. Show. Thing…

So, yeah, you don’t actually want me to fight you. That’s a relief.

[youngsterandrew-blog]

Huh? No, I don’t want to fight you! I just want a Pokemon battle. 

...I guess I just realized I don’t know who you are. And I didn’t say my name either! That’s not good manners. I’m Andrew. Who are you?

[taxidembry]

[Embry pays up. Two Reese’s and one Airhead.]

Embry.

[youngsterandrew-blog]

Embry... That’s a funny name. I’m Andrew. Thanks for the candy, but you owe me a battle someday!

[And Andrew skips off, presumably to the arts and crafts area to search for paper.]

[taxidembry]

You get two Reese’s and one Airhead. Take it or leave it.

[youngsterandrew-blog]

[Andrew narrows his eyes, considering his options. Finally, he smiles brightly and nods.] 

‘Kay! Pay up. What’s your name, by the way?

[taxidembry]

I’ll give you a Reese’s cup if you leave.

[youngsterandrew-blog]

Make it three Reece’s cups aaaaand...

[Andrew grabs a handful of Airheads and holds them up.]

And these!

[taxidembry]

I’m not grumpy.

[youngsterandrew-blog]

You’re all frowny. That’s the most common symptom of grumpiness.

[buttonbadgecounselor]

*he frowns down at the boy and the Pikachu*

That’s… Cute. But I can’t say I know anythin’ more about Pokemon with you wavin’, uh, Rock-a-choo at me, squirt. Is it a show or something?

[youngsterandrew-blog]

It’s more of a video game. I have it on my 3DS in my bag. But it’s also a show! Dad calls it an ‘anime’. 

[taxidembry]

Then go to arts and crafts and use their paper.

[youngsterandrew-blog]

You seem very grumpy, mister. How come?

[taxidembry]

Or, you can give me three bucks, and get an entire pack of looseleaf to do whatever you want with.

[youngsterandrew-blog]

Daddy only gave me fifteen dollars though. I gotta be careful with it.

[buttonbadgecounselor]

You want me… To battle you… Because our eyes met?

Uh, sorry, kiddo, no can do. I don’t even know what a ‘Pokemon’ is.

[youngsterandrew-blog]

[GASPS]

You don’t know what a Pokemon is?! 

[That’s the worst thing Andrew has ever heard!] 

[He immediately digs his Pikachu out of his backpack and holds it up.] 

This is Pikachu! He’s an Electric Pokemon. He stores energy in his cheeks, and then zaps his opponent! Zzzzzhhoooom! 

[taxidembry]

[Oh, Embry did not take a bus into town to pick up cigarettes just to get schooled by some little shit.]

Listen, kid, why don’t you find someone else to battle? There are plenty of bra–kids around here that have Pokemon.

[youngsterandrew-blog]

But I gotta battle you. If I win, then you gotta give me a piece of paper for free. That’s how it works.