Camp White Lake Part 12

Chris was already asleep in his bed by the time the rest of Cabin 6 got back to their bunks. Dave dropped the boys off and said a quick “good night” to Peter before heading back to his cabin. Matt and Jeremy were quietly snickering about Chris’s unfortunate puke incident. Mikey looked uncomfortable and shy, but Nick had slowly become friends with the youngest member of the cabin and was showing him how to make cat’s cradle with some string he kept in his pocket. Jason was very excited to get back to his Gameboy and barely noticed his best friend was already basically unconscious.

Mikey could barely concentrate on what Nick was showing him – he was regretting throwing away all of his GoodNites. What if he was still a bedwetter?

Nick grabbed Mikey’s hands and tried to show him how to fix the knots he had created, “Like this.”

“I’m tired. Maybe we can try tomorrow,” Mikey whispered as he let go of the string. He went to his backpack and looked for his pajamas.

Nick put the string in his pocket and found his pajamas. He removed his shirt and his pants… and discovered the sticky mess in his underwear had happened again. It wasn’t as bad as earlier, but it was still unpleasant. He shyly hid his body and tossed the underwear in the bottom of his bag, quickly covering himself with his pajamas. Luckily, nobody noticed and Nick slunk beneath the covers of his sleeping bag.

Mikey felt very little shame, as he had shared a room with Matt for most of his life. He took his time putting on his pajamas, wondering if he should try and go pee before bed or if he would be okay. He decided against, as his feet were cold and he was tired. Mikey slipped on his pajama pants and curled up on the bunk below his brother.

Matt jumped down from his bunk. “Mikey, aren’t you gonna brush your teeth?” Matt asked.

“Um, no,” Mikey replied.

“Okay? What about… you know…”

Mikey looked confused.

“Aren’t you gonna go pee?” Matt whispered, “Just in case?”

“No!” Mikey hissed, “I don’t have to go.”

Matt rolled his eyes. “Don’t make me say I told ya so,” he warned as he and Jeremy made their way to the bathroom for their final trip of the evening.

“It’s lights out in ten minutes, boys. If any of you need to use the facilities, brush your teeth, or have a quick shower, now’s the time,” Peter warned.

Mikey pulled the sleeping bag over his head and shut his eyes. Camp was definitely tiring.

When the rest of the boys came back and Peter shut off his flashlight, Mikey felt like maybe he should’ve gone to the bathroom after all. But it wasn’t too bad. He could probably make it until morning. It was too late now.

Mikey woke up to the excruciating and desperate urge to pee. He flung himself out of bed and walked as fast as he could to the bathroom, holding on with both hands. He was relieved to have made it all night, but at the same time he was afraid he wouldn’t make it to the toilet in time. He held as tightly as he could and thankfully there was a hole in his pajama pants that he could pee out of, because he wasn’t sure if he could get them off. The release was nice and… warm?

Mikey’s eyes jolted open as he felt himself soak his sleeping bag. He gasped heavily and sat up in the pitch black. He looked around to see if anyone was awake, but he couldn’t see anything. He finished going and the sleeping bag was completely soaked. Mikey was shaking with fear. Where would he sleep?! Why had he gotten rid of his GoodNites?! Mikey lay back down and started to cry.

The bunk bed started to shake. Mikey was scared that Peter would find him and yell at him and the camp would send him home.

“Hey, Mikey,” came a familiar whisper from the darkness.

Mikey sniveled, “Matt?”

“Are you okay?” Matt whispered.

“Matt… I… I peed…”

Matt said nothing and came and sat with his brother, “It’s okay. Did Mom pack you another pair of pajamas?”


“Okay, let’s go to the bathroom and you can change and shower… I’ll see if Peter can get you another sleeping bag.”

“N-no… he’ll be mad!”

“It’s fine. It happens,” Matt reassured his little brother. He went over to Peter’s stand alone bed and shook him awake. “Peter…”

“Mmmm what?” Peter groggily shook himself awake.

“My brother wet the bed,” Matt told him, “Can we get him a new sleeping bag?”

“We might have some blankets at the nurse’s station. I don’t have a key though… he’ll have to wait until tomorrow. Sorry,” Peter closed his eyes.

“We’re going to the bathroom to clean Mikey up,” Matt said, “We’ll be back soon.”

“Mm-hmm,” Peter replied, slowly getting up from his bunk to deal with Mikey’s accident.

Matt took his brother’s hand and his backpack and they headed to the bathroom.

“Rinse yourself off in the shower and then put on your new PJs,” Matt commanded.

His little brother was still sobbing.  “I feel sick!”

“Are you gonna puke?”


“Do you need to eat something?  You had next to no dinner.”  Matt handed him the two chicken nuggets he had stashed earlier.  “Seriously, dude, you need to eat.  And next time it’s nearing lights out, go to the friggin’ bathroom.”

“Okay,” he weakly replied.  Mikey wiped the tears from his eyes and scarfed down the cold nuggets.  He then removed his wet pajamas and had a quick shower.


Camp White Lake Part 8

“Hey, that’s no fair!” Mikey shouted at his brother, “I wanted the top bunk!”

“Tough,” Matt replied sternly. “Jeremy and Nick already got the other top bunks.”

“But Matt!”

“Dude, no!”

“That’s so not fair!”

Matt slid off the top bunk and came to sit next to his little brother. “Dude, it’s totally fair,” he whispered, “Cause if you pee the bed, then it won’t drip on anyone. That’s fucking gross.”

Mikey went silent and stared at the ground in shame.

“Maybe when you stop wetting the bed like a little baby, you can sleep wherever you want,” Matt whispered, even quieter.

Mikey wanted to cry, but just kept sitting there.

Chris sat up from the comic book he was reading. “Hey Mikey, it’s cool. Bottom bunks are totally fine. How about I help you roll out your sleeping bag?”

“No-” Mikey warned. But it was too late. Chris had already unraveled Mikey’s sleeping bag with his GoodNites wrapped secretly inside.

“Whoa, are those…?” Chris started.

Mikey quickly scrunched up the sleeping bag so nobody could see. “No. They’re nothing.”

Chris said nothing more. He had never been a bed wetter himself, but he felt sympathy for Matt’s little brother. Being nine and still wetting the bed sounded like a nightmare of embarrassment.

“Alright, boys,” Peter said, “It’s time to head down to the mess hall. Dinner’s at six, so we’d best get down there before we’re picked for dish duty.”

“Peter… can I go to the bathroom first and meet you guys there?” Mikey shyly asked, trying to hold back tears of embarrassment.

“Sure Mikey. Just be quick.” Peter and the rest of Cabin 6 headed to the mess hall and Mikey undid his sleeping bag again.

He stared at the diapers his mom had packed. There was one for each night. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. He was nine years old for God’s sake. He didn’t need these. He angrily wiped the tears from his face and grabbed all the diapers in his arms. There were garbage cans just next to the bathrooms that were situated next to Cabin 6. Mikey pushed all seven diapers as far down as they would go in the trash. “I’m not a bedwetter anymore,” he thought to himself. If he believed it, it would become truth. Mikey wiped the tears off his face and splashed himself with cold water a few times before heading to the mess hall.

Camp White Lake Part 3

Mikey felt a harsh kick in the back of his seat, but said nothing. He was scared that ratting on another kid would make Matt hate him more for coming on this trip. It wasn’t his fault though. Mom and Dad had made him come! They told him it would help him adjust better to new social situations and prepare him for middle school in the next year or so. He unwrapped the bologna sandwich Mom had packed for him, ripped off the crusts, and shoved the excess in his pockets. The sandwich was soggy and kind of disgusting. Bologna was Matt’s favourite and every week Mom would alternate between the boys’ favourite sandwiches for lunch. Mikey choked it down for fear that the cafeteria would serve only things he hated all week. He worried that Matt liked camp because of the food. He worried that he would wet the bed in front of the whole cabin. He worried they would see the stash of GoodNites that were rolled up in his sleeping bag. He took a long sip of his water and sat back, uncomfortably.

“Did that kid just kick your seat?” the teenage boy next to him asked, taking out his headphones. He was wearing aviators and a black Smashing Pumpkins “Zero” shirt.

Mikey shrunk back into his seat.

“Hey man, don’t be so freaked out,” the teenager smiled, “Did he kick your seat?”

Mikey nodded.

The teenager stood up and looked back at the two boys sitting in the seats behind them. “Yo, Chris, if you don’t stop kicking my friend’s seat, I’m going to tell your dad you’ve been stealing from the tuck shop. Keep your feet to yourself!”

The chubby kid with mouth full of gummy worms nodded fearfully, “Yesh shir.”

The teenager grinned, showing his canines. “What’s your name anyway?”

“Mikey,” he whispered.

“You must be Matt’s brother! I’m Dave, the leader for Cabin 1. I hear you get to hang with the older kids in Cabin 6; that’s awesome!”

Dave went in for a high five and Mikey shyly reciprocated. “My brother likes Smashing Pumpkins too.”

“Oh! Yeah, they’re rad. Probably my favourite, maybe second to The Pixies.”


“Here, man. My buddy Peter made me this sweet mix tape. I think you’ll probably meet him – he must be leading Cabin 6 this week… anyway, have a listen.” Dave handed Mikey his headphones and his walkman.

Camp White Lake Part 1

“Ugh! Why the hell did they put him in my cabin?!” Twelve-year-old Matt Hooper groaned. He was sitting next to Jeremy Preston, whom he had known from the last three summers at Camp White Lake. The boys were almost exactly the same age, with Jeremy being two months his senior.

Jeremy rolled his eyes and crossed his caramel-toned arms. “Whatever, at least your brother isn’t doing smack,” he hissed.

“What’s smack?” Matt innocently asked.

Jeremy sighed deeply. “Never mind. My point is, Mikey isn’t that bad. I mean, he’s old enough to know when not to be a shithead.”

Matt wasn’t so sure. Mikey had just turned nine a week ago and he still wet the bed. He wasn’t the worst, as far as little brothers go, but Matt worried that Mikey would want the top bunk and end up peeing all over the unsuspecting kid in the bunk below him. Matt also wasn’t looking forward to sticking up for the kid all week long – he wanted to make friends and do his own thing. And there were definitely a lot of things going through his mind lately that only Jeremy seemed to understand. He brushed the auburn hair out of his eyes that was poking out the front of his back-turned baseball cap.

“Hope you brought sun screen, you pale freak,” Jeremy jabbed.

Matt smiled; Jeremy had a thrillingly cruel way of speaking to his good friends and Matt knew he was on Jeremy’s good side when he poked fun at Matt’s ginger hair, or his too-skinny frame, or the inhaler that asthma dictated he needed. Matt also knew how to cut Jeremy down where it hurt, but he was too afraid to bring up Jeremy’s family and the fact that they lived from welfare check to welfare check. The only reason Jeremy was able to come to camp was because the pastor at his church paid for him to go.