Boy looked at his friend, utterly stumped and his anger forgotten. Jayson had what? Boy screwed his eyes shut and exhaled as he rubbed his face. "That's it..." He sighed. "We're going home." He said with a huff. "Why does no one tell me important things like that?! First Urban and now you? We're going home and that's final! He shouted and turned around on his heels. Why did everybody come when they didn't want to be on this trip? In anger and frustration, Boy grabbed the cigaret from behind his ear and lid it between his lips. "Let's go." He ordered Jayson and walked back to camp. "We stay here one night. ONE." Boy told everyone, loud and clear so all could hear. "There is no trip. No drugs. No alcohol. And no Miami for anyone! Eat, sleep, pack your things and I'm driving everybody home since half of you have some metal problems and the other half has some deadly disease. I'm the prick and I'm the asshole, I know that by now, but I don't want to see anymore fake smiles on your fucking faces! Sick off it! We're going home first thing in the morning, good luck changing my fucking mind." He growled and walked around the van to get in the drivers seat and slam the door shut. He was not going to anyone anymore, he had made his decision. Zipping up his hoody and grabbing a blanket from under the passenger seat, Boy wrapped himself up, locked his door and closed his eyes. He wanted to go to sleep and hoped for everything to be a stupid dream. He was done talking. Completely!
(Going to bed, I'll reply again tomorrow^^)