I don't think I've mentioned Alex Kump in my blogs yet. Well, I should probably explain his character if I'm going to explain this vacation with him.

Alex is gay, and obese, and desperate beyond all belief. He's pretty hideous, actually. However, those are only the shallow parts of his personality. I really try to look past shallow problems like that, but they really were prime examples of his inability to handle his own problems. Alex had been interested in me at one point, and I gave him a chance at least, but then ultimately decided against it. He always seemed like he tried to be classy, or interesting, or funny, but he really failed miserably, ending, normally, in a horribly awkward situation. At first, he always seemed to want to make me seem so much more emotional than I actually was. He didn't really seem to understand that, just maybe, I'm actually a pretty happy person. He thought that I've been suppressing horrible memories and sorrows. After he got over the fact that I wasn't dying from depression, he seemed to get more angry at me for being too annoying or energetic for his own preference.

Anyway, he asked me to go on vacation with him, to Maine, for about five days. The plan was, that I would spend the night over his house, and then I would travel with him and his family to Maine in the morning. Well, the first night there was probably the worst. Anywhere that Alex spent any significant amount of time in that house, was completely cluttered and messy. I didn't really do much the first night that I was there. I didn't unpack. Alex's friends were there, so hanging out with them was fun. After his friends left, it got a little awkward, but it was okay while his relatives were awake. Then his parents and sister went to bed.

He and I decided to make cookies, which was fun enough. We were cooking while his family was asleep. Some of the cookies were outright horrible, though. One recipe called for a stick of butter. Those were absolutely disgusting. I might as well just have melted some butter in the microwave and drank it, instead of eating those cookies. Just, outright revolting.

It was about this time that he and I went into the basement. Uh. Sketchy. I'm just going to say, sexual assault anyone?

So then I proceeded to go on vacation with him, which was an absolutely ridiculous idea. The ride up there was boring, but the place where Alex, his friend (thankfully), and I stayed was very nice. It was so very pretty. We were right on the ocean. I could walk for two minutes and I would be at the ocean. It was really, really nice. Of course, however, Alex was so lazy that anytime I tried to get him to actually do anything, he wouldn't. He just wanted to lay around and do nothing. And so did Jesse. It was so boring. So, of course, they told me that I was being really annoying and hyperactive. We were in this house for about three days. Alex started making jokes about killing me. Talk about disturbing. I ended up just going for walks around the neighborhood without them.

Anyway, eventually we went for the main event, which was camping on an island for an evening. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I had never seen a shooting star before. I saw two that night. The sky was so beautifully clear, and the moon was so luminous. The ocean was amazing to listen to. I ended up sleeping for fourteen hours, after hiking all over the island. I woke up next morning, and I noticed that the children there were having a competition, seeing who could stay in the the cold ocean water for the longest. By the way, all of Alex's family was on the island, practically.

So, I get out of the tent and go stand by the water. The obnoxious kids, and Jesse are still in the water. They're complaining incessantly, except for Jesse. So, I start taunting them. I think I threw a football to them in the water, which splashed them. And I may have put some of their stuff in the water, pretty far away from them. They didn't really react yet. Then, this little girl started putting their towels in the water. I tossed that football at them one more time, and the trashiest of the kids ran out of the water and gave me an uppercut to the mouth. It didn't really hurt. Then I mocked him for being so ignorant that he turned to violence, and told him to do it again. He kicked me a few times and put me on the ground.

It wasn't until someone told me that I was bleeding everywhere that I even noticed. Apparently I had a giant hole right under my lips.

After that, people started packing up, and it was like everyone was rushing to get in the shower. Of course, Alex thought he should get the shower first, even though I had a giant hole in my face that I needed to clean. His parents had to tell him that I should get in the shower first. So I took care of that. And then I went to the emergency room. I ended up having to get stitches. So, I have a nifty new scar, I guess. I've come to the realization that the emergency room isn't a very, uh, dire place.

So anyway, after that, we pretty much packed up and went home the next day. My parents wanted to sue Alex's family (mostly for compensation for the emergency room incident). I told them that it wasn't worth making more trouble for everyone.

The most disturbing part about all of this, however, is that at one point, Alex had told me that he loved me. Gross.

Edit: Picture of Alex (the obese one):

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