Our parents had started a fire in a pit they must have determined as the central point of meeting. I assumed they were all back at our own campers grilling supper because no one sat around the fire. I walked around our camper to the door, immediately smelling the burning charcoal of the grill, my dad was flipping hamburger patties at the grill. "Hamburgers?" I asked walking by, "Yep," he replied, "will you tell mom to send out the buns?" he asked, I nodded. I walked up our worn out camper stairs and heard the familiar creaking as I put my weight on them. I pulled open the screen door and shut it behind me, hearing the clack of the plastic door on the metal frame. "Dad needs the buns," I my mom, walking past her to the bunk room, "Okay, can you take them out to him?" she asked. I sighed and turned back around to take them to him. "Don't give me attitude," my mother lightly scolded. I didn't say anything.
"Here you go," I said handing a plate of hamburger buns through the slide, out to my dad. He nodded and took the plate from me. I walked back to the bunk room again, and dug in between the thin camper mattress and the wall to find a folded wad of papers. I took them out and read them, they were stories I had written in sixth grade about the perfect boy. I read them every time I go anywhere where I might meet someone new. I do it to protect myself from getting close to any one I don't think is right for me. I finished reading, folded them back up and shoved them back in between the wall and the mattress, before I left the bunk room, I wiped a single tear from my cheek. "Hey mom," I said walking out, "I'll be out in the tent, tell me when supper is ready." I closed the screen door behind me and heard her yell out "okay!"
Walking up to the tent I tapped on the side three times to let anyone inside know I was coming, I unzipped the door and poked my head inside the tent. Maisie and Juno stared at me and then their faces crept into a sly smile, "what?" I asked, they didn't reply, "what?" I asked again, now smiling myself. "Who was that boy you were so concerned about?" Maisie asked, wiggling her eyebrows, Juno followed suit.
"He was no one," I said, "Then why were you so freaked out?" Maisie asked. I glared at her, "Let's just go shower," I said pulling out my pajamas and shampoo and throwing them into a bag and stalking out of them tent. I walked over to Mac's camper and rapped on the door, "Mackenzie!" I yelled, "are you almost ready to go?" I waited a few seconds and then heard a reply "yeah, give me a minute!" I stood outside her door, tapping my foot until she opened it. "Okay," she said walking down the creaking steps. We made the short trek to the shower house and thankfully there was nobody else in the shower house. Maisie had left to get something from her camper she had forgotten, she was gone no longer than a minute when she burst into the bathroom yelling, "Oh my God, he's got abs!" I didn't what she was talking about but when I walked out of the shower house, he was standing right there. I froze, I didn't know what to say or do thankfully it was Maisie and Juno to the rescue. They drug Mac out of the bathroom, saying loudly, "you'll see, Mac, he's got abs." taking his attention off me, but not for long. After he recovered from their abs comment, his attention turned on me, and he held out his hand for me to shake it, "My name is Tyler," he said, "What's yours?"
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The Lake Days
RomanceI have been camping at this lake since before I could remember, it's a family tradition. A week a fun, family and friends, I look forward to this trip every year. But this year was different, HE was there and I was in for a week I would never forget.
