Only You

Mistakes.

TW, mentions of verbal abuse & SH.

*lovers perspective.*

      I sob uncontrollably. I lost Rep. Why would I say that? She wanted me. I just needed someone to talk to. Help let go of the stress. Just then I feel a hand on my shoulder. I hope it's Rep. "oh. Hey poets." I mutter. "Follow me." She whispers. I do, just thinking it'll take my mind of things. We run into the woods, to the small creek I discovered my first day here. It was far enough so no one could hear you. "Get in the water with me." Poets says, taking off her shirt, leaving herself in a sports bra. She runs in the water. It looks fun. So I take off my shirt. I run in the water with jean shorts and a sports bra. I wade in carefully. "Don't be a baby." Poets grabs my arm and drags me into her arms. We stare at another for a moment. I kiss her. After a minute or so of making out, we end up in the shallow end, her undressing me. She kisses my neck, and slowly lowering down my body. I feel my body shudder. Satisfaction.

*evermore's perspective.*

All this drama in camp is exhausting. Stupid, too. Who cares if Rep got with a counselor. We all knew it was gonna happen to someone. But me and Red are going great. Together since our freshman year. I love her. She's the most beautiful, patient, unorganized girl I know. She found me at the restaurant. I was sitting in that corner I always used to haunt. Anywho, we do everything together. Like yesterday, we canoeing. We went behind a waterfall, and on the way back, we tipped over. Soaked, but soaked together. We're still laughing about it now. "Hey eve!" Red smiles as she notices me while she's making lunch in the kitchen. She signed up for it this week. The chef is out. "Whatcha making?"
"My first fall batch of cookies!" Red smiles, and focuses on the amount of cinnamon she puts in. Last year she made the mistake of putting to much in because she was so excited it was fall. "Oh no!" She shrieks. "What happened, baby?" I rush into the kitchen and hold her waist from behind. "I put too much cinnamon in again." She grumbles. I sigh and shake my head. I pepper her cheek with little pecks. "It'll be okay." I assure her. "I don't want anyone to be mad." She says while throwing them in the oven. "Accidents happen." I hold her up against me. She turns and kisses me. We begin to get a bit touchy, but I remind her about the cookies. "Oh! Oops." She giggles. She takes them out, and lays them on the counter to cool off. "So, where were we?" Red turns back to me. "No baby, watch your cookies." She pouts.
"Please??"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"No." I laugh and kiss her on the lips. I'm tempted to just say yes, but she needs to focus. "Bye!" She waves and blows me a kiss. I pretend to catch it.

Red comes in our cabin with a tray of cookies. "I saved us some!" She smiles at me, and hands me one. I try it. The explosion of cinnamon, frosting, everything mixes in my mouth. "This is perfect." I tell her after I swallow. I kiss her. "Just like you." She somehow brightens even more. She's about to kiss me back, but we hear quiet sobbing in the bathroom.

*reps perspective*

Slice. "fuck." I mutter. Slice. "Shit." I sob quietly. I continue dragging that same shard of glass across my arm. That's till I hear a knock. They knock mid-cut, so when I jump in surprise, it cuts my arm deeper than usual. I gasp and start to cry louder. Sitting in the corner of the bathroom, Eve enters. She sees the glass. She sees the blood. My tears. I know I'm getting called out. There's no excuse now. Red tries to enter and see what's happening, but Eve turns around and whispers to her, then shuts the door. "If it's all in my head tell me now." I sob into the palms of my hand. The slowness of the blood rolling down my arm angers me. Eve just stares at me. I'm embarrassed. What do i do in this situation? Continue to cry? Stare back? I look back up for a moment and she's grabbing bandages. "Here." She helps me wrap my arm. I want to slap her. The scars are supposed to be left out. So I can sit in shame and disgust. But yet it feels nice to have someone help me for once. She finishes wrapping my arm up and I give her a slight hug. "Thank you." I mumble. Eve smiles and leaves. It's nice to have a friend.

*lovers perspective*

Me and poets are officially dating. In secret. I cant let Mr. Peters know. Or rep. Or anyone else really. She's been kind of, moody. "Lover! Get me a-..." I don't hear the last word because of the lawn mower outside. I know it's a type of soda though. I go to the mini fridge and just grab a Pepsi. "Here, babe." I hand it to her. She yells at me. "What the fuck?! I said a Coke, not a Pepsi! Are you stupid or something?" She opens the can of Pepsi anyway and drinks it. She spits it back in. "Ugh. This is still room temperature. Did you not plug the mini fridge in?" I think for a moment. I thought it was her job last night. I shake my head no. "Stupid bitch." Poets grumbles and gets up. She starts fidgeting with the plug and eventually gets it running. "It's that easy." Poets rolls her eyes and sits down again. 1989 was right. Girls only want love if it's torture. She warned me. Stupid bitch. Those words haunt me.