Stuck in Camp Rivers

Stuck in Camp Rivers - Chapter 26

Chapter 26.

　

Eventually Molly Bradford learned how to smile again. After a while of her and I just hanging out, she wiped away one last tear before giving me a hug. Which was very awkward on my part, but I ignored it. And you know what?

I hugged her back.

Yeah, I know. Crazy, right? I guess it was an 'in the moment' kind of response, but still. Molly seriously needed a friend, and for once I didn't mind being one. I know what it's like to lose somebody you love, and seeing Jane and Molly like this reminded me of years ago when my own mother passed away. I wasn't revolted by comforting somebody, and in all honesty, it felt pretty....nice. Knowing that you're the reason somebody feels better, and smiles, feels pretty great. I never experienced something like this before, and now I think to myself....well, how come?

Today I learned something very obvious. By doing nice things for other people -- even if it's just being a shoulder to cry on, you're doing a nice thing for yourself. How? Well, it's just a sense of giving back, and recieving back what you give. Seeing other people smile because of you, makes you smile. It makes you feel warm inside, and it makes you glow.

So maybe that's why I had this tiny warm smile plastered on my face, even three hours after everything happened. Although, now I look back and think how much of a horrible person I really am, and how many people I've really hurt in the past. Even people I don't even know. People I've never even spoke to personally. It was as if I was a walking disaster, taking people down with me. I've left trails of emptiness behind me, and because I hated myself, I had to make everybody else feel hated as well.

"I gotta say," a familiar voice said. "I don't know if I should be extremely freaked out right about now."

Raising an eyebrow in confusion, I looked up from the bench I was sitting on. Spencer stood there, smirking playfully at me. I can never get over how incredibly gorgeous he is, and even though I've let my unnecessary hate towards him hide my obvious attraction, it was still there. Plain in sight.

I've noticed his hair's grown a little. Now, it reached up to his chin, his brown locks sweeping over his piercing blue eyes, which were now sparkling in amusement. Oh shit, I'm staring.

"Uh, why's that?" I asked, hiding the fact that I was literally just ogling him. Although, of course he knows exactly what I was doing, which is why he decided to take a seat next to me on the wooden bench. Glancing over at his profile, I noticed he barely had a hint of stubble on his jaw, which made me chuckle.

"What's so funny?" Spencer asked, his blue eyes dancing with amusement.

"You're finally becoming a man, Rivers?"

"Huh?" Spencer furrowed his eyebrows, clearly not understanding my joke. I rolled my eyes, and reached out absentmindedly to stroke his jaw, feeling him stiffen under my light touch.

"You never had facial hair before," I pointed out, remembering how hairless he was when I first met him. How he was never able to grow any kind of facial hair. I could tell, because he always had the smoothest face a guy could ever have. And all of a sudden this bitch comes along with a beard growing.

Spencer almost seemed stunned at my comment, and he reached up and touched his jaw. "Oh shit."

"I like it," I smiled flirtatiously, stroking his skin. "It makes you look badass."

"Nuh-uh. This needs to go later."

I laughed. "But what if I told you I have a thing for guys with facial hair?" Which wasn't compeltely a lie. I've always found the rugged up look very attractive, the way it makes guys look more sexy in a 'manlier' kind of way. I don't know.