Glad You Could Make It - Ricky and Nini Oneshots

Indigo

Indigo

AN: This story takes place in the south because I said so. Deal with it.

"Where the girls are the fairest, the boys are the rarest!!" Nina chanted along with her cabin mates.

It was just before dinnertime when Nina's whole cabin decided to cluster around the small dock at the outskirts of Camp Marigold that faced the boys' camp across the lake. This dock was far from the mess hall, and was nowhere near the counselor cabins, so it was a prime spot for causing mischief as opposed to the main dock that was in view of almost all of the camp. Standing close together, and shouting loudly as they tried to catch the attention of the few boys that were lingering outside their cabins.

Nina wasn't super big on trying to get the boys from Montdammon to notice them, but she loved having the excuse of spending time with her camp friends, and to not do the dishes in the mess hall. She tended to stay in the back of the pack. She didn't mind because she knew that there were other girls who were much more interested in catching a glimpse of a Montdammon boy than she was.

Girls at her camp weren't encouraged to interact with the boys across the way, because what's the point of going to an all girls summer camp if they're all just going to stare at boys the whole time? The head staff told them it took away the "magic of camp" and burst the "Marigold bubble". The girls were at camp to build relationships within the community, not focus on those in the outside world.

She looked across the lake as the amount of young boys standing around slowly began to grow. It wasn't a large distance from Marigold's dock to Montdammon's, but it wasn't a quick swim either. Nina could easily make out the faces of the boys, but they couldn't communicate unless they were shouting.

Montdammon boys weren't something to write home about. They were simply a wishful fantasy that Marigold girls had conjured up. It was a big deal if you'd get them to wave at you, let alone look at you. They were only summer crushes. A fun adventure to go on once and a while, but nothing to ever pursue. These crushes really only lasted a summer or two.

Sometimes when the girls went on paddling trips around the lake, they'd shout a few things to the boys, and they'd shout back. Her cabin mate from last year was almost able to get an entire boy's phone number during their kayaking activity, but got caught, and was sentenced to pick up trash around the camp for three days. The punishment was the same if you were caught sneaking around the camp after Taps, or if you skipped dish duty.

She heard her bunkmate, Ashlyn, squeal and announce to the group that the red headed boy she's had a crush on for the past three summers had just waved to her. Nina smiled softly at Ashlyn's excitement and looked back to the crowd of boys.

Right when she turned to face the rows of the Montdammon cabins, she caught the eye of a curly haired boy who was also towards the edge of his crowd. Their eye contact made Nina shiver a bit, and she felt a blush creep up her cheeks. He smiled brightly at her, and she couldn't help but return the favor. He lifted his hand to give her a small wave, and she did just the same. She saw the boy whisper something to the boy next to him, the same boy that had just noticed Ashlyn, and he the grin on his face refused to fade. Nina could only hope that he was talking about her.

"Ooh!! Nina!! That boy likes you!!!" Ashlyn had cheered.

"Oh shut up! He's only looking." Nina defended, snapping out of her gaze.

"It's because he thinks you're pretty!" Gina said, now wanting in on the conversation.

"I'm sure he thinks the rest of us are just as pretty. I'm nothing special." Nina said.

"But he only waved at you! You didn't see him waving at any of us! Look at you! You're blushing!" Ashlyn argued.

"Why don't you focus on how you finally caught the attention of that ginger boy! Next thing you know, you've got his number!"