It was a warm and sweltering day, all the campers have just sat down for their mid-day meal. A young, tall Parker walks into the dinning hall. His lanyard swishing and clicking in the wind as he walks past all the children. Parker keeps his head high as he walks by all the kids and the counselors. He nods and waves to Allison. Then something caught his eye, someone. It was jackson. In the moment Parker turned 50 shades red and struggled to find what to say. "H-h-hey Jackson." Stammered Parker, his palms sweaty, craving his mom's spaghetti. Jackson saw Parker, his heart skipped a beat. But before he got a chance to speak a kid from NV3 started choking on the rice. Jackson sprinted into action and stuck his entire hand down the child's throat and dug for every grain of rice stuck in his throat. At last Jackson saved the kid after 3 minutes of struggling. Then at that quite moment Parker lost his apatite. He then quite realized it wasn't food he was craving, it was Jackson. Parker viciously licked his lips and walked away in delight. As he sat in the office and pondered the next time he would see this juicy hunk of a man. He giggled and pranced to the upper dining hall and poured himself some tea. Then he was paged to go outside to supervise FOCAs. Parker stood there in the heat with his clipboard ready to help any lost kids. A kid walked up to Parker aforementioned "Mista parka? Where's bird watching?" Parker blanked as for the only bird he wanted to watch was Jackson. He quickly blushes and responded "Okay, come with me." He lead the kid to her FOCA leader. She smiled and thanked Parker as she ran and fell straight on her face on the hardtop. Parker chuckled and gracefully pranced to the dining hall then there he saw Jackson again. Parker heavily huffed and pranced to Jackson. He tripped on a puddle of water on the floor, he braced for impact. Suddenly, Parker felt hands around his waist. Jackson had caught him in his arms. Both of their chests started thumping, a beat so loud and melodious. They stood there frozen in the moment. Their eyes locked, Parker stood and gazed at Jackson's luscious eyes. Parker leaned in as Jackson quickly swerved and said "I've gotta go help around in FOCAS. Uh- I'll see you around pookie- uh I mean Parker." Parker stood in denial that Jackson had just attempted to call him pookie. Parker solemnly pranced back outside. Time passed and now it's time for dinner. Parker craves Jackson's delicate touch and clammy man hands around his waist. Dreaming of the day he can be called his pookie again. (TO BE CONTINUED)
