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Thursdays were usually the most quiet at camp, with more free rec time than any day other than the weekends. Which was good for Evie, because weekends were filled with chores and prep for the counsellors, but Thursdays were relatively free.
She liked to go into the woods. It was a habit she'd had her entire life, even delving so far behind her house one afternoon that her sister had to go find her. Maybe, if she went far enough into these ones, she'd find Shirley this time.
She could hear twigs crackling. Not animals, too precise, too close together. She ventured more into the trees, the woods wrapping itself around her in a way she hadn't felt in months. Her sneakers, a pristine white, sought out every fallen leaf and every pebble to kick along the way.
It had been like this the last time. After the funeral - Shirley's funeral - she had gone outside. The universe seemed to sense her melancholy; the sky was dark and overcast, and she could feel the cold seeping into her bones. She was wearing a dress, not rare but uncommon, especially during that phase of her life. Shirley never wore dresses, she was the cool unshaken older sister who dyed her hair and wore DMs and protested outside Ohio State.
Her dress was wrinkled, torn on one side near her knee. Evie was far too long to be acting like this, she felt like a little girl. One of her socks was pulled up to her knees, the other rolled down to her ankles. Her laces were untied. She tripped and fell, and then she laid there. Sixteen years old, grieving for the first time in her life and feeling like her entire life had stopped in place.
This time it was different, the sun beat down on her, and she could feel sweat trickle down her back. Another broken stick, another pound of her heart against her ribcage, feeling like everything was simply going too fast. She was beginning to think she was hearing things when she saw her.
Not her sister. Cindy's. Ziggy Berman's cheeks were tinged pink, partly from the heat of the day, mostly from lingering anger at being yelled at by her sister.
She seemed to have spotted Evie before Evie spotted her, and she didn't say anything. As far as invites from Ziggy were going to go, Evie probably wouldn't do much better. So she sat.
She sat for nearly an hour before either of them spoke up. She didn't expect Ziggy to be the first one to open her mouth. "You wanna do something?"
Jolene. Dolly Parton. That was her favourite song. She and Evie used to spend hours in the garage listening to it. Shirley dragged her record player from her room, the first nice thing she'd done for Evie in what felt like years. Shirley liked it for reasons that were only becoming apparent to Evie now, and Evie. Well, she liked it because it reminded her of her sister.
Her flaming locks of auburn hair, always tied up with that stupid fucking ribbon she wore. That is, until she dyed it and cut it. She found the ribbon on her floor the day after Sheriff Goode came and ruined her life forever, and hadn't let it go since. Eyes of emerald green.
She had to get out of there, the branches - once feeling like the warm familiar embrace, now suffocating her. "Sure."
And that was how she found herself standing in front of the camp flag as it went up in smoke. "What the fuck?" Oh, they were definitely gonna get kicked out for this. She wanted to believe that whatever Ziggy was doing was innocent, maybe a pain in Kurt's ass, but not this.
"Come on," Ziggy tried to push her, but Evie wasn't budging. "Unless you wanna get caught?"
She couldn't go home, not when all home was was a place that Shirley lived. She had to stay at Nightwing. This was her last summer here, and if she got sent home early...
Cindy. Cindy was going to kill her. Fuck. That thought, of Cindy Berman was what kicked her brain back into gear, and Evie ran. She ran, back through the unlocked entrance gate and past the cabins back to hers.
When Bonnie and Kurt reached the flagpole the flag was almost completely gone, and so were the two girls. "Fucking Berman." He kicked a rock. Kurt was a supreme asshole, and Bonnie knew it. She watched as he threw his tantrum, staying silent.
"How do you know it was her?" She asked, after a second. Kurt huffed, reaching down and grabbing the charred remains of the flag, the green fabric blackened and still smoking. He pulled it apart, the flag practically disintegrating in his hands.
"I just do." Kurt sneered, and Bonnie rolled her eyes behind him. Kurt set off looking for Ziggy, and Bonnie turned around and went back towards the Shadyside cabins. Bonnie was pretty much done with this whole thing. It was just an excuse for the Sunnyvale campers to have unsupervised control over the Shadyside campers. The only adult there was Nurse Lane, and Bonnie had already seen two kids come out of the nurses's office, both of them Shadyside, neither of them willing to admit what happened either to Mary or Bonnie.
She went past her cabin, straight into Scott's. He had just come back from kayaking with a group of campers, and he was using a towel to dry his hair. "Hi, everything go okay with Kurt?"
Bonnie sighed, sitting down on her boyfriend's bed, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders. "Yeah, someone set fire to the flag. Arson," she said the last part lightly, but Scott frowned.
"Our son? Kurt is blaming our two-year-old son?"
"Ha ha," Bonnie rolled her eyes again. "Men."
"You love me," Scott sat down beside Bonnie. "And our son,"
Bonnie raised her eyebrows, looking over at him. "What about Maddie?" Scott just laughed and reached over to take Bonnie's hand. They hadn't had much time to themselves since having Andrew. They didn't expect they would, of course, but living in Bonnie's parents garage with their two kids wasn't easy. This was their last summer at camp, both of them staying longer than any of the other counselors. She squeezed his hand gently.
He squeezed back. "Her too."
────────── ⋆˚✿˖° author's note literally their stupid little family makes me so depressed so i'm not gonna be focusing on them much. also, spoiler alert, both bonnie and scott survive 😱😱😱
this is another thing that i actually wanted to do a 'what if' chapter of, if like maybe one of them dying. i'm thinking scott but that's cause scott pisses me off the most to be honest 💀 but ik it doesn't seem like a massive change but maddie's dad not being dead is the worst thing that ever happened to her 😔
also the only reason i made this chapter feature bonnie and scott at all is because i wanted to make a 'arson' 'our son' joke 😌💅
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