Chris wasn’t awake yet, but Jason had decided to get up early and practice playing through F1 again. He knew he would beat Chris, as he always did, but Jason didn’t want to get rusty at games. As he drove around the loop, he felt the urge to pee growing. Jason grabbed his crotch desperately, but couldn’t face losing this round. He fell behind a few cars and wiggled around in his sleeping bag.
Peter looked over at Jason playing his game. “Hey man, you’re taking that race pretty seriously.”
“Gotta win,” Jason gritted his teeth. He took one hand off the Gameboy to adjust his crotch, falling behind even more. Jason was losing both battles, but the race was nearly over.
“Hey Jason, do you need to go to the bathroom?” Peter queried.
“In a minute,” Jason grunted, “Gotta win.”
“Dude, you look like you really have to go. You sure you don’t wanna just hit pause? We’ve got a while before breakfast.”
“No!” Jason shouted, kicking off the covers of his sleeping bag, revealing his wriggling, desperate frame. Tears were running down his rosy cheeks. Jason felt himself losing control and shoved a hand down his pajama pants. He hit the accelerate button with his nose; he couldn’t see the screen but knew the course off by heart. “Ughh,” he grunted. He had made it to the end of the race… albeit in last place. He set down the Gameboy and got up to go to the bathroom, dancing vigorously with both hands holding his privates. Jason headed to the bathrooms and when he got there, the other boys had taken all of the stalls. The urinals were free, but Jason couldn’t go in front of other boys. The pee-pee dance was no longer helping him hold it in. He knocked on the door of one of the stalls, “I have to go to the bathroom!” he shouted.
“Hold your horses!” another boy shouted back.
“No! I have to go to the bathroom!” Jason awkwardly screamed, “I have to go right now!” He shut his eyes and scrunched his legs together. “Hurry up! I have to go pee!” His heart was pounding. He tried to scrunch himself smaller and smaller but the ache between his legs was growing. A stream of urine shot down his leg. Then another. And another. Jason let loose just as Nick emerged from the toilet stall. Jason screamed and began to cry.
Jeremy came out from the one next to him. “Whoa, what the fuck? That weird kid pissed himself, but there’s urinals right there.”
Nick said nothing and walked back to Cabin 6 with Jeremy in tow.