User blog:Henry Hudson GC/PLET (Part 5)

Chapter 19 “We are now preparing to land,” said the flight attendant. “Please fasten your seatbelts and raise your tables.” Peyton did as she asked. He didn’t say a word the entire flight, he kept thinking about how much money Good Oak Comics was going to lose again. Peyton went to bed as soon as he got home, even though it was still light outside.

The next morning, he met with Henry at the mall.

“What do we do?”  asked Henry.

“What can we do?” replied Peyton. “I refuse to work with a fraud, if Pat stays then I go.”

“He’s going back to France in a week, we have until next summer.”

“We make the most money during the summer!” yelled Peyton angrily.

“You know, we don’t need Pat’s permission to see if Cameron’s real or not,” said Henry. “We’ll just ask Pat’s parents.”

“Oh, I thought you meant that we break in and find Cameron. Now that I think about it, that’s a stupid idea. There’s a 99.99% chance that Cameron doesn’t exist.”

“100%, Peyton,” replied Henry. “I’m going to buy a burger, you want one?”

“I’m good, thanks. Actually, I’m going to head home. I have some summer reading stuff to do.”

“Have fun,” said Henry. As Peyton walked outside, he was devising a plan. He was going to prove that Cameron wasn’t real, once and for all.

Chapter 20

“Peyton? What’s up, man!” yelled Suyash from across the street. Peyton hadn’t planned to see Suyash.

“Uh, hey!”

“How was Europe?”

“Fun! We went to this really cool art museum, it was really cool!”

“Let’s go to the treehouse! We can talk there!” Not wanting to sound suspicious, Peyton agreed. They walked to the treehouse.

“Did you guys create any new comics while I was gone?”

“No, we didn’t really do much while you were gone, mainly because Henry wasn’t here.”

“Henry? Why wasn’t he here? I thought he was in town for all of Thanksgiving break?” Suyash sighed and turned around.

“It’s Pat,” he said. “He refuses to work with him.”

“Um, I thought we found out that he was a fraud a few months ago.”

“Apparently he isn’t,” Suyash replied. “Jacob and Carter believe him.”

“Do you?” asked Peyton. “Answer me truthfully.” Suyash sat down. He groaned. “Well? Yes or no?”

“I guess I do,” said Suyash. Peyton looked angry. “Hey, you should listen to his side of the story first.”

“Oh really?” asked Peyton. “Tell me, what excuse did he come up with that’s so convincing?”

“Jacob said that he-”

“I don’t care what Jacob said!” yelled Peyton. “What did Pat say that’s so convincing?”

“Well, he did bring two comics. One was drawn by Pat, and the other was drawn by Cameron.”

“Oh, so the man can draw in two different styles. Good for him! How is that evidence?”

“They looked really different, the handwriting was different too.”

“Are you serious?” Peyton pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil and started drawing.

“What are you doing?”

“Wait.” Suyash sat down and took a sip of water.

“Here,” said Peyton. “I drew 2 talking ducks, in 2 different art styles, and 2 different handwritings! It’s so easy!” Suyash just stared. He didn’t know what to say.

“Hey guys!” exclaimed Jacob as he climbed into the treehouse. “What’s up? Welcome back Peyton!”

“So you believe that Cameron is real too?” asked Peyton.

“Well, yeah,” said Jacob. “It’s pretty clear that he’s real.” Peyton stood up angrily.

“How is he real?” he yelled.

“I played Roblox with Pat and Cameron,” said Jacob. “Jeez, you need to chill out! I just came here to say hi, you know.”

“Yeah, and how do you know that the second account was Cameron?”

“His account was called ComicsCreatorz,” Jacob said. “Who else would name themselves ComicsCreatorz?”

“Uh, Pat?!” Peyton blurted out. “What was the name of Pat’s account?”

“His username was Pig Lover,” responded Jacob.

“Pig Lover is probably Pat’s friend!” yelled Peyton. “Seriously?! When has Pat ever shown love for pigs?!”

“Just because he doesn’t draw pigs doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love them, Peyton,” said Jacob.

“Whatever!” yelled Peyton. “Have fun getting robbed again! Stupid, gullible turds.” Peyton jumped down from the treehouse and left.

“Goodness, he’s so salty,” said Jacob.

“Hm,” Swayam nodded in agreement.

Chapter 21

“Hey guys!” said Henry’s dad. “Welcome!” It was Thanksgiving, and Suyash and Carter’s families were invited to eat at Henry’s house.

“Hi Carter!” greeted Henry. “I think that dinner’s going to be ready soon.”

“Great! I’m starving,” replied Carter. “What should we do until then?”

“Well, I think that we should talk about -...”

“Pat?” asked Carter.

“Actually, no,” responded Henry. “I wanted to talk to you about Peyton.”

“What about him? I heard he had a breakdown yesterday at the treehouse.”

“Yeah, Jacob told me the same thing. Listen, I’m worried that Peyton’s going to leave Good Oak Comics.”

“Why would he leave?” asked Carter, but he already knew the answer to that question. “Pat, huh?” Henry nodded.

“Peyton’s been our friend for years now, we grew up drawing comics with him,” said Henry.

“Just because he leaves Good Oak Comics doesn’t mean he’s not going to be our friend anymore.”

“You’re fine with him leaving? He’s done so much for us, the entire website was built by him,” said Henry. “If I’m going to be honest, he probably contributes more than anybody.”

“I don’t want him to leave, I just wish that he could get along with Pat,” said Carter.

“Peyton hates Pat because he’s a fraud,” said Henry. “The only way you could convince him to stay is to somehow convince him that Cameron exists. Personally, I can’t really help you there because I also think that Cameron is fake.”

“Dinner’s ready!” yelled Henry’s dad from downstairs.

“Let’s talk about this later,” said Carter. “I’m starving.” Just as they went downstairs, the doorbell rang. It was Suyash.

“Hey everyone!”

“Hi Suyash,” said Henry. “You’re just in time! Dinner’s just been served!”

“Great! Let’s eat!” yelled Suyash. The three of them sat next to each other at the dinner table. They were so hungry that they didn’t say a word for the entire meal.

“You kids want any dessert?” asked Henry’s mom.

“No thanks, Mom!” replied Henry. “Guys, let’s go to my room and talk.” Suyash and Carter followed Henry to his room.

“Where’s Jacob? Doesn’t he usually come to your house for Thanksgiving, Henry?” asked Suyash.

“He went to Pat’s house for Thanksgiving this year, actually.”

“So what about Peyton?” asked Carter.

“What can we do? It’s not like we can get actual proof that Cameron is real,” responded Suyash.

“Or fake,” said Henry.

“We can ask Jacob!” exclaimed Suyash. “He’s at Pat’s house, he can find out for sure.”

“Is this not suspicious to you guys at all?” asked Henry. “The parents of a xenophobic child invited guests over for Thanksgiving?” Suyash and Carter ignored him. Carter took out his phone and dialed Jacob’s number.

“Dang!” yelled Carter. “He didn’t pick up!”

“Leave a voicemail,” suggested Henry.

“Good idea.”

“Please leave your message after the tone,” said the phone.

“Hey Jacob! It’s Carter. Since you’re at Pat’s house, could you ask Pat’s parents if Cameron’s real? Thanks!” Carter hung up.

“I guess we’ll soon know the truth,” said Henry.

Chapter 22

“Where are you going, Peyton? It’s Thanksgiving, spend some time with your family.”

“Maybe later, Mom,” replied Peyton as he put on his coat. He wrapped his mom in a tight hug before grabbing his bag and leaving the house. He hopped on his bike and rode to Pat’s house. Pat saw him from the window, and he opened the door.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I need to talk to your parents, this is important,” Peyton responded. Pat shut the door, but Peyton stopped him. “Let me in!”

“Dude, you can’t enter my house unless I give you permission!” Pat tried shutting the door again, but Peyton grabbed the door and slammed it in Pat’s face. Pat hit the ground, and Peyton went inside forcefully.

“Pat!” screamed Pat’s mother.

“Who are you?!” yelled Pat’s father. “Melissa, call the police!”

“WHERE’S CAMERON?!” screamed Peyton. Jacob went around the corner.

“Peyton? What the heck? What are you doing here?” he asked.

Peyton looked in the dining room but didn’t see a boy that could be Cameron.

“Oh right, xenophobia,” Peyton said to himself. He raced up the stairs. Pat’s father went after him.

“Young man! I don’t know who you are, or what you are doing, but-...”

Peyton grabbed one of the picture frames off the wall and whacked Pat’s dad in the head with it. He toppled down the stairs with an OOF.

“Marty!” screamed Pat’s mom. Peyton kicked the first door on the left open. It was just a piano. He opened the second and third doors, but there were only closets. Just as he was about to open another door, Jacob grabbed him from behind and pinned his arm to his back.

“Let me go, you gullible turd!” Peyton yelled. A police car arrived just as Peyton broke free from Jacob’s grip. The cops stormed inside and pinned Peyton to the ground. They handcuffed him, and took him away.

TO BE CONTINUED