14: 𝐦𝐮𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

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Gwen woke up to a soft rustling sound in the middle of the night

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Gwen woke up to a soft rustling sound in the middle of the night. At first, she thought it was just the wind brushing against the cabin walls, but then she felt something crinkle beneath her pillow. Frowning, she reached under and pulled out a small piece of paper. Even in the dim moonlight seeping through the cabin window, she recognized the messy scrawl of Luke's handwriting.

"Meet me at our spot. Midnight."

She glanced at the cabin clock: 11:55 PM. Gwen sighed, her heart skipping in equal parts annoyance and curiosity. Trust Luke to interrupt her precious sleep for one of his spur-of-the-moment plans.

Sliding out of bed, she grabbed her flashlight and slipped on her camp sweatshirt. Careful not to wake her bunkmates, she tiptoed across the creaky wooden floor and out into the crisp night air. The forest surrounding Camp Kikiwaka seemed alive, the chirping of crickets and the occasional hoot of an owl breaking the silence.

Their secret spot wasn't far—just past the old canoe shed and through a thicket of trees. As Gwen approached, she saw Luke leaning casually against a tree, hands shoved in his hoodie pockets. He looked up at her arrival, flashing his signature grin.

"Glad you could make it," he said.

"Luke, it's the middle of the night," Gwen replied, crossing her arms. "This better be good."

Luke's grin faltered for a moment. "I just... I've been thinking," he began, his tone unusually serious. "Camp doesn't last forever, you know?"

Gwen blinked, caught off guard. "Wow, you're actually thinking about the future? Should I be concerned?"

Luke laughed softly, but the weight in his voice remained. "I mean it. Camp's great and all, but what happens after? When we go back home? What happens to us?"

The words hit Gwen harder than she expected. She leaned against the tree beside him, looking down at her muddy sneakers. "I don't know," she admitted. "I guess we go back to our lives. But... I'll miss this. I'll miss us."

Luke nodded, his gaze fixed on the ground. "Same here. It's just... you're not like anyone back home, Gwen. And I don't want this to just be some summer thing."

Her cheeks flushed at his words, though she hoped the darkness would hide it. "We'll figure it out," she said softly. "Whatever happens, I don't think we could forget this even if we tried."

For a moment, they stood in comfortable silence, the stillness of the night wrapping around them like a blanket. But that peace was short-lived.

Suddenly, a loud splat shattered the quiet.

"What was that?" Gwen whispered, whipping her head around.

Luke stepped forward, peering through the trees. The sound of muffled laughter and more splattering noises grew louder. He motioned for Gwen to follow. They pushed through the brush until they reached the clearing near the campfire pit, where they stumbled upon Ravi and Zuri in the middle of an intense mud fight.

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