POV you're in AHS 1984

Hanging out

The six of us, including the nurse Rita, gather around the campfire as some roast marshmallows. I snug into Xavier's chest, wrapped in my blanket while he holds me tightly in his lap.

Chet lights up a joint and takes a hit before passing it to me. I take a hit and place the joint between Xavier's lips. He does the same and attempts to pass it to Rita, but she declines, so Xavier gives it to Montana.

"I don't smoke that funny weed. Only thing I put in my lungs... is a Marlboro Red." She stands up and takes a cigarette from Ray.

"You know that shit will kill you," Xavier sasses.

"All got to die somehow."

I stand up from Xavier's lap and walk over to Montana, wrapping the blanket around the both of us. She gives me another hit as I blow out and lay my head on her shoulder. She lays her head on mine as we both sit and stare into the fire.

We all sit in silence for a second when Montana lifts up her head as well as me. She looks over at Brooke, who is done roasting her marshmallow.

"I'll take it, Brooke," Montana says, opening her mouth.

Brooke sticks the end of the stick into Montana's mouth as we all watch her basically making out with the marshmallow. We all groan and laugh in disgust.

"Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about." Montana laughs, chewing the gooey marshmallow.

"You're a pain, my love." I laugh as I wipe the extra marshmallow off her mouth.

"Thank you." Montana smirks.

I give her a smile and turn back to the fire. Xavier smiles at me and mouths, "I love you," from across the fire.

I mouth "I love you" back, blowing him a kiss.

"Any of you been camp counselors before?" Rita asks.

We all shake our heads no.

"Nah, we just needed to get out of LA," Ray informs her.

"I hear ya, couldn't stand being in that city another minute. Not with all those gruesome murders happening so close to home." Rita goes on.

"I was attacked in my apartment by the Night Stalker. He said he'd come after me." Brooke adds in, her eyes glowing from the fire.

"Brooke, take a chill pill." Montana sputters.

"He doesn't know where you are, and nobody followed us. Nothing bad is gonna happen here." I reassure her.

"Maybe not, but something did. 14 years ago. That's why they closed this place down." Rita begins.

"Rita. I totally understand the tradition, and usually, I'm cool with that, but our friend Brooke here had a for-real assault, and we're just not in the mood for a bullshit ghost story." Xavier clarifies.

He stands up and walks over to Montana and I taking the joint from her. He brushes his fingers on my cheek, then walks over and sits down next to Brooke.

"It's not bullshit. And there was no ghost. I'll be honest with you. I've never been a nurse at a summer camp before. And you've never been counselors. So how did we get these jobs with no prior experience? That's because anybody that knows anything about Camp Redwood doesn't want to be in Camp Redwood. This is the sight of the worst summer camp massacre of all time."

"Come on, Rita," Xavier whines, tilting his head back.

"His name was Benjamin Richter. But everybody called him Mr. Jingles. Richter was drafted into the Vietnam War. He had the highest kill rate in his company. And even after he was wounded, he went back for a second tour. See, he liked to kill, and he was good at it. He had a nasty habit of collecting trophies from his enemies. Cut off their ears and strung them into a necklace." Rita continues.