𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐋

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈

Milo

A week

I've been here for an entire week, and I still hate these two bastards. Not to mention Damien went and got two new friends, and they aren't any better than him. But unlike Damien, they just go out of their way to piss me off. Damien on the other hand just pisses me off with whatever he does.

Caleb has made himself some friends, actually quite a few. He's friends with the entire Star Gazers cabin, which is a boys cabin. Maybe he's interested in a boy there.

Me?

I haven't made an actual friend since I've been here. I just don't like people. Today is a free day. We're able to do whatever we like. Usually in a situation like this, I would be on my phone. But our phones are locked up. Great.

"Milo." I hear my name being called. I look around and see a milked skin woman, with her hair pulled into a bun.

"What?" I replied.

She sits next to me on the log, which is one of many logs that surround the large pile of mini sticks and ashes.

"You are the only person that hasn't made friends here yet. You've barely talked to anyone."

"I talk to people when it's necessary." I state, watching as the wind blew away some of the ashes.

"Your mom brought you to camp to socialize. You have to try."

"No I don't. I legally don't have to do anything here. I'm only here because my mom wants me to get over my fathers death." I say, realizing I've dug too deep into my feelings.

"Is that why you don't want to talk to no one? You don't want to think that you're gonna forget him?" She spoke softly, her head tilting slightly.

Maybe. He was such an important person in my life, and now he's gone. I can't get over him just like my mom did. It's like she didn't love him at all. It's like she's forgotten all about him, she's found new friends and all she does is talk about how nice they are. She never talks about dad, and it feels like she's trying to forget him. And I refuse to do so.

"Maybe." I utter.

She sighs, "It's ok to mourn over your father. But don't let it take over your life. Before your father passed away, what did you like to do?"

"... I liked to run. I was always a fast runner."

"Let's go running then. Or even better lets start a competition." She stands before shouting,
"Everyone, who'm ever wants to race Milo and win a chance to get extra desserts tonight, come over here."

What the fuck is she doing?

Many people come over begin to question her and she calms them down and explains that who ever beats me in a race will win extra desserts.

"Ok, then where will we run?" I hear a sadly familiar voice. Brayden's.

"The large field over there." She points.

"I hope you know I'm getting that extra dessert Brownie." Brandon states as obnoxiously pushes past me.

"Me too." Brayden adds.

Now, I only want to beat them. I want to make sure that they don't get that damn extra dessert. I want to eat it in there face, and watch them fuming.

I'm winning that fucking race.

***

There are around 20 teens lined up. Brayden and Brandon on the same end, I can hear there obnoxious laughing.

"I want you to run all the way down and run all the way back, no cheating. There is a guy down there to make sure you run all the way down." She paused before continuing, "And... Go!" She screamed and I sprinted off, leaving everyone behind. Besides Brayden and Brandon. They were faster than I thought.

"You thought you were just gonna sprint off, and we wouldn't catch up to you? Im on the cross country team." Brandon smirked and I rolled my eyes.

We ran all the way, and I was neck and neck with both of them, I could tell that this was their full sprint. But me on the other hand, this was not my full sprint. When we turned and headed back I knew they were getting tired. So I took that to my advantage and I decided to sprint as hard as I could. And I left them all the way behind me. I could hear them shouting and screaming profanities at me, but I ignored them.

This feels great.

I haven't run like this in a while.

And it feels just as good as it used to, maybe even better.

I sprinted back and I ended winning. Which I knew none of them could keep up with me. I was always the faster.

"Good job, you won." The woman said, "How did it feel?"

"Good, Actually."

"I know I shouldn't pry but, I'm pretty sure your father would want you to still have fun. I'm sure he is watching over you, and he's very proud." She tells me before a sweet smile pulls her lips.

"Brownie!" I hear Brandon shout, which instantly turns my mood salty, "I swear I'll beat your lonely ass next time."

Brayden had fallen behind and came running with the group.

"Browni-"

"He doesn't like being called that, so call him by his preferred name. Which is Milo." She scolds Brayden as he jogs up to me. He scoffs and leaves.

"If they're bullying you-"

"No, it's fine." I say.

"Anyways, do you still not want to make friends?" She asks, walking closer to me.

"No. But... I'll give it a try."

She smiles, attempting to say something, but someone announces my name. I turn around and it's like most of the people who raced me, and lost terribly. But they're good sports it seems.

"You're a really fast guy."

"Yea, I've never seen anyone run that fast."

And many people give me compliments and it feels good to be praised. I look over and see her flash me a thumbs up before walking off.

I guess a few friends won't hurt.