𝐶𝐴𝑀𝑃 𝑇𝐻𝑂𝑅𝑁 𝐻𝐼𝐿𝐿 | 𝐹𝐸𝐴𝑅 𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐸𝐸𝑇: 1978 ✔︎

A Redo Summer

Camp Thorn Hill — One Summer Later
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[Luke's POV]

Despite what happened at Camp Thorn Hill the year prior, camp was up again for good. With higher security of course, along with the exception of throwing knives, bows, and arrows.

Pulling my small white car into the faculty parking lot was a lot more refreshing than last year. This year, I have somebody. I wasn't worried that I would be alone or excluded. And I'm not worried about a random killer either. For the most part, anyway.

The police never really figured out what was wrong with him. It's like he just... snapped. They said Chuck just... lost it. Some tests were ran and they had said it was almost like his brain shut down. Like he was in a trance or... under a spell.

But, thankfully, no other reports of murders have happened since then. And I'm really grateful for that.

As I attempt to lift my heavy duffel bag into one of the counselor cabins, someone takes the item from me completely. The blond grins at me and tosses my bag onto one of the bunk beds. "Hey, shrimp."

Tommy Clark.

Before I know it, I'm being lifted into the air like I weigh nothing. The blond plants a kiss on my cheek before setting me down. In all honesty, his action catches me off guard.

Blushing, I try to return to the subject of him using that stupid nickname again this year. "Y'know, you can't really use that anymore. I'm almost as tall as you now, after all." I shrug while hovering my hand over my head.

Tommy just tilts his head to the side before letting out a sigh. "Ah, I guess you're right. I'll quit with it." He shrugs. For some odd reason, the idea of that nickname vanishing kind of... hurts.

"Wait." I hold up my hand, a little embarrassed about what I'm about to say. "You can.. call me that. I actually like it."

Tommy picks up his duffel bag and throws it onto his bed as well. "Ha! Fucking called it. Remember?" He smirks. I nod, obviously remembering last summer's events.

"Ah, yes. I loved hiding in freezing cold water under the dock. Such good memories." A sarcastic smiles paints my face.

"You look different." Tommy changes the subject with a grin. "Don't get me wrong. Good different, for sure."

My throat tightens at the compliment and all of a sudden.. the butterflies are back. "You look good different too. Great different even. But not to a weird extent or anything. Just the right amount of different. Good. You look good. I-"

"Luke." The brunet interrupts my quick yet embarrassing rambling with a smile. "Yeah?"

"No judgement whatsoever but... stop being all nervous around me. I get that we haven't seen each other in a year but nothing's changed. Except with our appearances, obviously." He rests a kind hand on my shoulder.

Tommy was right, though not seeing him for a year did make things difficult. Of course, after our little moment on the night of the murders we definitely wanted to see each other more. But we're from two different cities so far away from each other. And we, of course, called each other but then things started getting busy and..

A hand waving in my face interrupts my thinking as I snap out of it. "You're overthinking, aren't you?" Tommy grins. An embarrassing sigh leaves my mouth as I nod slowly.

"I'm... sorry I stopped calling." I begin. "Trust me, it's all I wanted to do. But then school started getting in the way and all of these exams were stressing me out. There were nights I wanted to try but... I was worried you didn't want to hear from me anymore because I had been ignoring you so much for school."