Camp Closeted

"This is your suite?" Benny's mouth was dropped as Milan guided us through the large marble walls of his suite. "You sure this ain't a mansion?"

Milan looked back as if he was slightly offended at what Benny just said, Benny and I continuing to follow him through the large hall way. "Oh no, god no. If I had a mansion this small I think I would honestly jump off my private jet."

Benny's eyes quickly narrowed at him. "Bitch, I don't know if you're being serious or just highkey showing off." His voice slightly echoing throughout the picture framed walls.

"I swear I'm not trying to show anything off." Milan worriedly let out. "Okay, so this is the lounge area." He smirked, his hands presenting the large room that was carpeted and was completely intimate and beautifully designed. "The drugs or whatever can be done here so it doesn't stink up all over my suite. Although if it still does, I'll just hire people for cleaning." He casually told us.

I finally spoke out now. "This room alone is the size of my house. I'm not even exaggerating." I walked down the small steps and began to walk around the lounge.

A clean wooden pool table sat across us as various fur couches were spread all through out the velvet carpet. Each wall was padded and had small bedazzled shining jewels stitched into it. This is how I would picture an incredibly expensive and classy strip club would look like, just without the poles.

Benny slowly squatted down, his hands rubbing against the soft carpet as he slowly took his sun glasses off. "So this the type of shit y'all rich people see every single day?" He looked back at Milan.

"I would answer that question, but you'd hate me." Milan held back a laugh as he bit his lip.

"Just say it." Benny tiredly clicked his mouth as he got back up, pushing his sun glasses back towards his eyes.

"To be honest, this suite is like an apartment to me. Only because it's kinda small and I'm normally used to bigger rooms." Milan anxiously let out, our mouths still managing to drop at him. "You guys should see my villa in Cabo San Lucas, now that is gorgeous!"

Benny slowly looked up as he began counting. "So a suite that has 2 floors, 5 bedrooms, 3 restrooms, 2 living rooms, 2 marble staircases, a wave pool with a jacuzzi, a lounge area, a private theater, and 2 garages is considered an apartment to you?" Benny just began to laugh out loud as it was visibly hard for us to process the lavish life that Milan has been living.

Milan tried to quickly defend himself. "Not that I'm a spoiled brat or anything, but I just gotten used to it. I know for probably a lot of people this would be considered grand but I just can't relate that much." He shrugged.

Benny slightly crinkled his face as I just looked around the lounge area with him, carefully examining the unique furniture that filled the entire place. "The price of one of these couches can probably feed a whole struggling village."

Milan walked down the steps to take a closer look at the couches that Benny was talking about and he slowly nodded his head. "Probably, yea. These couches are made out of red panda fur." Benny rapidly lifted his hand off of the couch as his face magnified pure disgust.

"I didn't even know red pandas existed but oh well." Benny tried to force out a smile but he couldn't. "Having a red panda couch is definitely more important than helping a malnourished child in a third world country, am I right?" He breathed, his voice painted with genuine sarcasm.

I knew that Milan having so much and still being able to complain about something, knowing that so many people didn't have anything, bothered Benny to the core, and Milan understood this. "Benny, it's not my fault that there's people out there like that and I have money and they don't. Are you telling me to help them or something?"

Benny immediately responded, his voice not raising in volume, instead speaking in a more dignified tone. "I'm not tellling you to do anything, I'm just a little shocked about your blessings that's all."

My eyes slightly widened as Milan began. "I mean I am extremely grateful. I wish I knew about some of the hardships that regular people go through in life, but rich people aren't completely problem less either. I-I really am willing to learn how to be humble. Instead of trying to be Posh, I wanna be the complete opposite. Hopefully you guys will have enough patience for me until I become that person." He bit his lip, running his hand through his bright blonde hair.

Silence struck all through out the room as I just looked at Benny's blank facial expression, his mouth finally opening again. "Just as long as you're willing to try, I mean yea. Just don't try and test if that patience lasts forever because it doesn't" He nodded, a genuinely warm smile now formed on his face. "I wish Posh tried to do the same but knowing that bitch, he probably never even thought about it."

Milan chuckled with him as he quietly cheered to himself. "let's keep going, I have more rooms to show you guys." All 3 of us walked out of the lounge area as Milan continued to talk. "Believe it or not, Posh's parents were actually really poor. Right after his real dad died, that's where his stepdad, Mark Montgomery came into the picture. His mom worked for Mark while she was pregnant. I think she was an assistant. Next thing you know they get married then she gives birth to Posh."

another! Pregnant and already wanting someone new." Benny's mouth widened as our voices began to echo again. "I mean, now

best for Posh. I don't think she could've moved on that quick. I mean, Posh is a constant reminder of her dead husband and I believe she just married Mark to be able to financially take care of her baby, not because she actually

agreed. "You

the marble staircase, we finally reached one of the

a lot smaller and looked like an actual normal room. "Hold on, are you gonna keep every room open during the party? Because I know damn well people aren't to be trusted and I don't want the rooms to get messed up." He

I'll just hire people to clean it after." Milan smirked

widened through his sun glasses.

again. "I mean, yea. I just really don't want this party to be lame and I want everyone to have a lot of freedom to just have fun and do whatever they want, just as long as they

gonna be crazy as hell." Benny clicked his mouth as I mentally agreed with him.

a party being thrown in a place

once again. "Well now that we finished planning this

I thought we were gonna go back to the cafeteria together?" I shyly

today and tomorrow." He dryly replied back. "Keanu said he wanted to take me out to lunch today and to the drive-in theater tomorrow night. Knowing me, I obviously said yes to both!"

excitedly run down the stairs and out

laughing for some reason as the library was surprisingly very empty today. "Dude, imagine watching The Conjuring high as fuck tomorrow." He

not going." Rama let out. "That's sounds so

frowned at him. "Lame? Have you even seen The Conjuring?"

liking this. "I haven't seen it before and watching a scary movie sounds like fun. The movies they usually pick for the drive-in theaters are always either Disney films or cheesy

a lot more irritated this time. "Sascha,

deep voice. "Dude, fuck your book! You're being so boring. I'm taking Sascha whether you

day, Rama." Sascha softly let out, making Rama remain quiet only

you." Rama sternly suggested, his hand wrapping around

Sascha looked like he was trying to think of a way of

taking Sascha

gorgeously handsome guys are falling so visibly hard for Sascha and I don't even think he realizes

an aura of burning fury, my mouth slightly

look like himself. His skin was abnormally pale as bags were deeply embedded

"Hey

slightly back up against the

towards the couch, he finally turned towards me, making my body tense up as his sharp hazel

the couch and

as he was audibly muttering something to

I failed trying to break out of Romeo's aggressively tight grip around my collar. "Everyone just needs to chill today." He calmly sighed as he slowly closed his eyes out

tried to follow us but was stopped by Rama's tight grip around his wrist, Romeo continuing to forcefully drag me out of the

us finally reaching out the door, Romeo's arms furiously thrashed