𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙮 ;; tdi noah x oc

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Not So Happy Campers - Part 1

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Zahira held tight to her suitcase as she stepped off the boat, glancing at her new surroundings for however long she'd be here.

"This isn't a five star resort." She pointed out, shooting a glance at the run-down cabins up the hill, then shooting her gaze to the host. He just beamed. "I know." Gesturing to her, Chris turned to the seven teens already there.

"Our creative dreamer, Zahira!"

She awkwardly waved, taking in the competition. Some of them looked harmless. Some of them intimidated Zahira immediately.

There was a tall boy with a green shirt and faint beard, a goth with streaks of blue hair that already looked annoyed, a country boy with a cowboy hat and unbuttoned pink shirt, a pretty blonde with boots and a bandana, a slim, pale girl with dark hair and a crop top, a brunette who was already injured, and a punk with face piercings and a green mohawk.

Zahira tried to remember what her dad taught her about not being judgmental.

She dragged her suitcase over and joined the tall boy. Her height, which was average for someone her age, only fell to just under his shoulder.

Zahira tipped her head back to smile at him. He smiled back down at her.

Maybe he wasn't as intimidating as she'd thought

Chris, who was watching the competition, didn't seem to notice when the next competitor pulled up.

He only noticed when he heard the raspy, heavy breath on his neck. He was a scrawny boy with red hair that was darker than Zahira's, freckles, and an odd smell to him. Zahira and the tall boy exchanged a glance.

"Welcome to camp, Harold." Chris greeted. The boy blinked and looked around. "What's he looking at?" Zahira whispered. "You mean that this show is at a yucky summer camp and not on some big stage?" Harold questioned. "You got it." Chris chuckled. Harold grinned and pumped his fist. "Yes. That is so much more favorable to my skills." He walked over and joined the blue-haired goth and blonde cowboy. Chris cringed.

"Contestant number ten is Trent." Chris announced. A dark-haired boy with a guitar case strolled up. "Hey. Good to meet you, man. Saw you on that figure skating show." He greeted. "Nice work." The two fist-bumped like they were old friends. "Hey, thanks man. I knew I rocked that show." Chris grinned.

"I saw that." Zahira piped up. Her dad used to watch it. "One of the guys dropped his partner on her head. So they got immunity that week." A few people gave her weird glances. "Lucky." Harold sighed. "I hope I get dropped on my head." The blonde piped up next to him, clearly at least a little oblivious. "Me too!" She said brightly.

Trent was glancing around. "So this is it?" He wondered. The dark-haired girl was wringing water out of her hair. Harold picked his nose. Trent sighed. "Alrighty then." He strolled over, giving a flirty look to the goth, who glared away, but smiled slowly.

Zahira nudged the tall boy. "What's your name again?" She whispered. He held out his hand. "I'm DJ Benson." Zahira smiled and shook it. Despite the size of his hand, it was soft. "Zahira Coldsnow."

She pointed to Trent and the goth girl. "They'll be the first kiss of the season. Undoubtedly." DJ chuckled. "Maybe one of us will be the first kiss." He teased. Zahira laughed. "I doubt it."

The boat pulled up again. A soft-looking blonde girl with a blue cropped hoodie, jean shorts, and a surfboard was standing on the front. She jumped off and joined Chris. "Hey. What's up?" Her voice was sweet. Zahira thought she looked friendly. Chris gestured to her. "Alright. Our surfer chick, Bridgette, is here." The punk snorted. "Nice board. This ain't Malibu, honey." The blonde frowned. "I thought we were going to be on a beach." She explained. "We are!" Chris sang, despite the fact that they were not on a beach, they were on a crummy old lake. Bridgette inhaled, then exhaled. "Great." She said in a cheerful tone. As she walked over, she made a point to hit Chris with her board. "Ow! Dang it. That hurt." He complained.