Summercamp.

Chapter 2: bunkbeds

(Lexis pov):

As Amelia dragged me into our cabin, i saw the faces of two other people in the cabin, two boys. I wondered why they didn't section it off by gender, but who was i to judge. There was a small ginger haired boy with glasses and freckles who looked up at me and adjusted his glasses to be up against his face instead of on his nose, he smiled and waved and the other boy in the room who was sitting in more of a corner area had medium length brownish black hair and freckles spotting his face as well, he was drawing, and waved to me as well, "Well are you guys just going to sit there or what?, Say hello!"

Amelia started, she giggled and looked over at the ginger boy whole motioning over to him "that's nate, hes *SUPER* smart, like seriously ask him anything, and he'll know it." He blushed slightly at the compliment from the blonde girl.

And she then motioned over to the other boy, "thats Morgan, hes one of the art ones here, hes good good." He laughed a little while still working on whatever he was drawing,

"so this is the next 3 months of my life huh." I said not realizing i was stalking aloud. "Yep! And i hope you like is, cause we can be a mean bunch!" She laughed and elbowed me playfully, "so whos bed is whos?" I asked knowing everyone probably had their beds picked out. "Well nate is sleeping on that one, and morgan is sleeping on the top bunk" amelia said looking over at the left sode of the rook where there was a bunk bed, "and i am sleeping on the bottom bunk!" She declared, pointing her finger in the air.

I walked over to my part of the cabin, and let go of my things, bending my knees slightly to let go of my bag and book, there werre four corners of the room, all except one ne was occupied by one or two bags and miscellaneous other things. I looked arpund and put both of my hands on my hips, i let out a triumphant sigh of sorts and thought to myself "maybe this summer wont be so bad after all!" I looked down at my scruffed knees and my brown socks paired with my favorite burgundy converse, bruises down my legs, i was *definitely* going to get more of those here.

I sat down on the floor as ameila closed the door, "ugh, i hope there arnt any flies here, i HATE flies!!!" Nate and morgan chuckled as nate spoke up for the first time "well, its pretty commonfor flies to around, especially here." Morgan added a slight nod to show his agreence.

"So uh, what kind of.. " i asked rubbing the back of my head with my hand, my pink snd teal clear-ish watch scratching the back if my head as i did so, the reat if my bunk mayes looked over at me in expentace and wonder, "uh.. music" the laughed a little as a quickly waved my hands in apology while squeezing my eyes shut "oh!! Sorry if you were expecting a better question" i embarrassingly laughed a little, "my mom kinda sent me here to make some new friends" i added, telling a slight, or white lie.

They all looked at me with forgiveness in their eyes, nate opened his mouth to talk but shut it again, thinking. Then Morgan talked, i dont know what i was expecting his vouce to sound like but i was slightly shocked by how much his face matched his voice

"well, i for one like industrial rock"

when the rest of us looked over at eachother in confusion, he stammered a little, "w-well you know!, static x, skinny puppy?, uh.. powerman 3000??" Je looked at us in concern that we weren't getting his music, "oh! I know!" He said, palm fist tapping, "like nine inch nails,? You know?" Its must have just clicked for all of at once acuse all three of us let out a collective "Ohhh!" At the same time, "so like dad rock, but more rock?" Amelia asked, tilting her head to the left a bit. "Uh, i guess??, i meam if thats how you see it, i guess yeah then." He shrugged and went back to drawing while still listening to the conversation.

"So what about you nate?"

I asked, smiling, me and amelia were both sat on the floor, and all four of us were sat criss cross apple sauce somewhat close to eachother, me and ameila noticed two vacant beanbag chairs and slumped into them. "Uh, well i meam i dont listen to much with lyrics, i really prefer classical, and jazz!" He looked up at us and smiled with his teeth, showing his teal braces, huh, i thought. "Just like mine!" I accidentally said aloud, when confusion spread his face, i smiled wide and showed him my matching teal braces, he laughed, looking at them