❝Luke, summers gonna end soon and I feel like I need to tell you... so, here it goes.❞
❝Save it I already know.❞
The Ross kids head to summer camp in this spinoff of "Jessie." Emma, Gwen, Luke, Ravi and Zuri spend the summer at Maine's Camp Kikiwaka...
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The early morning sunlight filtered through the cabin windows, casting a soft glow on Gwen's bed as she stirred awake. She glanced over at Luke, still sprawled across his bunk, his hair a mess and one arm hanging off the side.
"Luke," Gwen said softly, throwing a pillow at him.
He groaned, shielding his face with his arm. "Five more minutes..."
"It's Christmas Eve," she teased. "You can't sleep through Christmas Eve."
Luke sat up groggily, rubbing his eyes. "Fine, fine. I'm up." He smirked lazily. "Merry Christmas Eve, Gwen."
"Merry Christmas Eve," she replied, settling cross-legged on her bed. After a moment, she tilted her head and asked, "So, what do you want for Christmas?"
Luke leaned back, pretending to think it over. "Good question. What could possibly make my life better?"
"Come on, don't overthink it," Gwen said, rolling her eyes with a grin.
Luke shrugged and gave her a crooked smile. "You. You're all I want for Christmas."
Gwen blinked, her cheeks flushing. "Me?"
"Yeah," Luke said, grinning. "You're the best gift ever."
For a moment, Gwen couldn't help but smile back. But before she could respond, the cabin door burst open, and Jorge ran in, waving a candy cane in one hand and a pancake in the other.
"Guys! Lou made gingerbread pancakes with marshmallow syrup! They're insane!" Jorge shouted before dashing out again.
Gwen raised an eyebrow at Luke, waiting for his reaction.
His grin widened, and he dramatically sniffed the air. "Correction," he said, teasingly. "You're the second-best gift. Those pancakes sound incredible."
"Second best?" Gwen repeated, pretending to be offended.
Luke shrugged, trying to hide his laugh. "I mean, marshmallow syrup, Gwen. It's a tough competition."
She threw another pillow at him, and he ducked, both of them laughing.
"Fine," Gwen said with mock indignation, standing up. "You can eat your real favorite Christmas gift alone."
She headed for the door, but Luke caught her wrist, pulling her back gently.
"Okay, okay," he said, laughing. "You're tied for first."
"Better," Gwen said, smiling.
Together, they headed out into the chaos of Christmas Eve at camp, the warmth of the morning moment still lingering between them.
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Campers gather on the field, ready for Capture the Flag. Griff stands in the center, clipboard in hand.
