A/N: My first ever Camp Camp fic! My friend got me into it over the long weekend, and I just had to write this. Max is my baby. This is supposed to be a very short two-shot, to help me adjust to writing for this fandom. Let me know what you think! Part two should be up shortly.

Enjoy!

He really did it this time.

He wasn't sure exactly what he did, but boy, did he do it. Just a few minutes ago, they were backstage at the campsite; Campbell having his dumbass show, in hopes of not getting arrested. Now, the ten-year-old sat in the back of the 'Camp Mobile', on the way to who-knows-where. Maybe, he thought, he shouldn't have fought against participating in the show. That must have been the last straw.

"Where are we going?" He asked, breaking the silence of the last five or so minutes. "You aren't taking me out into the woods to kill me, are you?"

The child waited for his counselor to laugh it off, "Silly Max, that's not a camp activity; we're going to go find rainbows!" But no such statement was made. Both adults sat there in silence, which only made Max worry more. Gwen, he understood being quiet. David, however, never shut up. His silence on the topic was more worrisome than lunch back at Camp Campbell.

"Is this about the show?" Max continued to question. "Because, if it is, I still don't regret not doing it."

Still, only silence. Max's heartbeat began to quicken. Some childish instinct triggered inside of him - when the adults were quiet and upset, then something must have been very wrong. The innate reliance on adults annoyed Max to no end. Adults were the bane of his existence, but, at the end of the day, he was still a little kid. He'd grow out of this phase eventually, he knew.

"I'm serious, guys." He continued to talk, hoping to trigger some sort of scolding. "Where the hell are you taking me?"

When no one answered again, the worst-case scenario hit him like a ton of bricks.

"You guys aren't...taking me home, are you?"

"No, Max." David finally answered. But his voice lacked its usual energy; it sounded like it'd been sucked dry. He sounded tired - defeated, even. "We're just going to go out and eat."

Max narrowed his eyes, suspicious. He drew out his, "Why?"

"We'll talk when we get there, Max."