In all honesty, Lucas was at least 99% sure he wasn't going to survive an entire summer with out internet connection. This camp was going to be the death of him, he thought to himself as he hugged his mother tightly in his arms. He knew that the second he let go of her he would have to climb on board the bus for the worst summer of his life, so he tried to hang on to her for as long as he could.
"Do I really have to go?" he questioned, giving her his famous puppy dog eyes as he pouted out his bottom lip. "If you let me stay home, I promise to do all the chores you want me to do all summer long. I'll be your own personal slave," he tried to bargain but he could tell by the look on his mother's face that none of his usual tricks were working on her. She had her mind set, and just like Lucas, whenever she had her mind set on something, she would get her way. Sighing dramatically, he gave his mom one last hug before pulling away and walking towards the bus, glancing over his shoulder and waving goodbye before climbing up the steps two at a time.
As soon as he set foot on the bus, he knew he was in for the worst summer of his life. His oceanic orbs gazed over several cheerleaders, a handful of kids with their noses stuck in books, and a couple of super energetic kids who looked like they were on their way to Disney World by how excited they seemed. Shaking his head at the kids in front of him, he pushed his way to the back of the bus, tugging up on the straps of his black backpack as they began to slip down his shoulders from the heavy weight of it. Just as he was about to take the empty seat in the very back, his eyes landed on a familiar face, his friend Callum. Although the two boys weren't as close as everyone seemed to think they were, the other male was the closest thing he had to a friend on the bus and he knew if he didn't want his summer to be a total disaster he had to at least try to talk to him.
Swallowing thickly, he shoved down the anxiety rising in his chest, as his blue orbs gazed over the boy sitting in the opposite back seat with a book in hand. "Hey-" he started to say, voice cracking awkwardly, and gaze dropping to the dirty floor of the bus as his nerves picked up, his heart racing in his chest, "Do you mind if I sit here?" he questioned, shaky hands pointing towards the seat next to the boy who had already stolen the window seat. Oh god, he thought, as their eyes met, Callum thought he was a complete freak already. There was no way in hell he was going to let a loser like Lucas sit next to him let alone follow him around all summer like a lost little puppy.