𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐋

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔

Damien

"Wake up! It's time to get up!" Cameron shouts as he pulls open the curtains, letting the rays of the sun hit whatever it wants. And I was one of those things.

I groan and turn my body the other way, letting the sun hit my back instead as I pull the blanket further up my body, but the blanket is a bit smaller than I thought because I ended up pulling it off my feet.

"Today is your first official day of camp!"

I hear more groans.

"Five more minutes." Milo whines.

"If I come back here, and you guys aren't up. You're going to regret it." Cameron tells us before walking out of the room.

Which I completely ignored, and so did everyone else in the room because I didn't hear anybody get up. I flip my pillow over to the colder side and lay back down before quickly going to sleep.

Everything was good and peaceful, until It wasn't.

I felt water collapse onto be making me jolt up, hitting my head on the bunk above me. I look up and see three other camp staff with large empty buckets. Along with fuming soaking wet campers.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" I scream as I stand up from the bed.

"I gave you an order, and you didn't listen. So you got the consequences." Cameron handed his bucket to the female brunette behind him, and the three camp staff exits the room.

"Im soaked, my bed is soaked! What the fuck is your problem."

"Nothing, you all get washed up. And you three." He gestures to us. "You have cleaning duty at the Campfire Cottage cabin."

"Already? It hasn't even been 48 hours and their room is messed up." I complained.

"It doesn't matter, hurry up. The room isn't gonna clean itself."

We all go into the bathroom, wash our face and brush our teeth. Which doesn't go as well. But honestly with fag boy, and plain guy, nothing was gonna go well.

"Stop shoving me."

"This bathroom is not that big." Milo countered with sass as he continued to brush his teeth, ignoring Caleb.

Accidentally I step on Caleb's foot and he yelps a bit. I quickly remove my foot. "My bad."

"It..." He sighs, "fine."

If I know anything about women, is that when they say they're fine, they aren't fine. He isn't a woman, but he's the closest you can get without being one.

"Are you upset fag?" I smirked.

"I said stop calling me that. I can wear colorful fuckin clothes without being gay." He placed his toothbrush down and grabbed his rag to wash his face with.

"So you don't like men?"

"...Y-yes but-"

"Then I don't see a problem." I shrug, facing the mirror once again, and see him starting to get angry with me.