𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘳 ~ [𝘋𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘥 𝘹 𝘖𝘊]

⇒ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱɪx

The first thing I noticed was the utter silence of the Camp when we pulled back into the driveway. This was unusual, given the state our campers were usually in, screaming and yelling. Still had a headache though, even without the noise. David must have noticed too, for he shot me a curious look as he pulled the key out of the ignition, quelling the camp-mobile's concerning spluttering.

"What's causing all the silence?" The redhead wondered. He stiffened slightly, before speaking again. "What if something awful happened? What if Daniel came back to-" I placed a hand on his shoulder tiredly, stopping him.

"Nothing's happened. We only left for a weekend, I reckon Gwen is just letting everyone sleep in. Besides, Daniel got poisoned. He isn't coming back, he's most likely dead for all we know." I assured, aware of the lingering contact from my hand, which I cautiously removed.

"You're right. We'll head to the counsellor's cabin and talk to Gwen." He popped the trunk, grabbing both our suitcases out of it before closing it again. I reached for the handle of mine, but he stopped me. "I got your's. You look dead on your feet." David was right, though dead on my feet was a little bit of an understatement.

I was completely and utterly hungover.

After our moment of dancing the night before, I tried to give myself a confidence boost with a single shot... Only it devolved from there. I don't really remember how much I'd drunk, but I'd been informed from the man himself, that David was close to needing to carry me back to the hotel. I wasn't exactly proud of that one. However much it was anyway, it was enough to leave an unquenchably parched mouth, pounding head, and nausea.

I rubbed my eyes from the sunlight as we traipsed back up to the cabin.

"You're not going to pass out on me, are you, co-counsellor?" The redhead asked. I couldn't determine if it was a joke or not, but I could definitely feel myself getting to that state. I was ill enough as it was without the ferocious heat. And naturally, this camp had no air conditioning, so even when we safely made it inside nothing really changed other than there was a couch to collapse on.

So I did just that, flopping onto the old furniture face down with a groan. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, thankful to be somewhere familiar. I eventually twisted round so I was on my left, surveying the cabin sideways. After quickly unpacking both our luggage, David quickly headed into the bathroom for what I assumed was a wash, and given how the shower turned on almost instantly after this thought, that confirmed it.

"Avery?" I hadn't heard the door open, but it must have, for Gwen was leaning over me, face a little concerned.

"Oh hey, buddy." I drew out the 'y', sounding fatigued.

"Are you hungover?" She cut straight to the chase.

"Only a little." A particularly large spike of pain peaked in my forehead, and I rubbed it subconsciously. "Okay, a lot."

"Gwen!" David called jubilantly, exiting the bathroom back in his counsellor uniform.

"How was the honeymoon?" The dark skinned woman joked, giving me a look.

"But we didn't-?" He seemed a little confused.

"Dearest Gwendolyn here thinks she's being funny because we went away together." I explained. The redhead wandered over to the couch, but noticing I was sprawled upon it, began to look somewhere else to sit. I grabbed his arm loosely, raising my head and patting the space it had been. The turquoise eyed man smiled appreciatively and lowered himself down. Beyond the point of caring, once he was seated, I let my head fall again, nestled in his lap. I was too tired to give a shit.