The campfire that night was a familiar sight. The other campers gathered around, the light from the flames flickering on their faces as they laughed, roasted marshmallows, and traded stories. But Charlie and Spot sat a little apart, not far enough to be conspicuous, but enough to enjoy the quiet between them. The crackling fire warmed the air, but it wasn't enough to erase the tension in the camp.
Everyone knew that tomorrow, it would be over. The summer they'd spent together, the friendships they had formed, the moments that would stay with them long after the season ended—it was all coming to a close. Even Medda, who always had a smile for everyone, seemed a little quieter tonight.
"I'm gonna miss this place," Race said, his voice half-muffled by the sound of the fire. "It's been... fun. Kinda family-ish."
"Yeah," Jack agreed, leaning back on the grass. "It's gonna be weird not seeing everyone every day."
"I don't know about you guys," Charlie said, her voice soft but clear, "but I'm gonna miss this fire. And the way everything smells at night. It's like, the smell of camp is stuck in the air, and I know I'm gonna miss it."
Spot leaned back, his arm casually resting around Charlie's shoulders. "Yeah. I'll miss it too," he agreed, though his thoughts seemed far away, lost in the flicker of the flames. "But it's not the camp that's gonna stick with me, you know?"
Charlie looked up at him, her brow furrowing slightly. "What do you mean?"
He gave her a small smile. "It's you, Charlie. You're the one I'm gonna miss."
Her heart skipped a beat, and she turned to look at him fully, her chest tightening. "Spot..."
He shrugged, the usual teasing smile on his face, but there was something different in his eyes. "I've been thinking about it, and... I'm not ready to say goodbye to you, either. Not yet. Not if I don't have to."
The words settled between them, a soft promise hanging in the air. Charlie didn't respond at first—she didn't need to. All she needed was to lean into him a little more, to let the world fade away just a bit longer.
Because even if tomorrow brought with it all the uncertainty, all the change, and all the goodbyes, for tonight, they had each other. And that, in that moment, was enough.
The next morning was quiet, with everyone packing up their things and saying their goodbyes. It was early, and the camp was already feeling emptier, less alive. But even as they prepared to leave, Charlie and Spot stayed close. Their time together had been short, but intense—and neither of them was ready to let go just yet.
As her dad began to pack his kids bags in the car just like he had months before, the siblings invited their lifelong friends into hugs that weren't nearly long enough. Charlie and Spot stood facing each other, Cam already in the backseat with not only tears in his eyes and the thought of missing his friends all over again but a look of annoyance in the fact Charlie managed to snatch shotgun, ready to say goodbye.
"So, this is it," Charlie said, her voice tight. She didn't want to admit it, but it felt like the end of something big.
Spot nodded, his hands shoved into his pockets. "I guess it is."
A moment of silence passed between them before Charlie spoke again. "So... I'll see you in Brooklyn?"
Spot smirked, his usual cocky attitude slipping back into place. "Yeah. Maybe I'll give you a tour, show you around the real Brooklyn."
She laughed softly, reaching out to pull him into a quick, tight hug. "Take care of yourself, Spot."
"You too, Charlie," he whispered in her ear. "You too."
As she shut the door, and the engine rumbled to life, Charlie watched him until the last glimpse of him was gone, and for the first time, she didn't feel afraid.
This wasn't goodbye—not for them. Not yet.
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FINAL OFFICIAL CHAPTER
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A Summer To Remember // A Spot Conlon au
Fanfiction15 year old Charlie Dani has been going to the same summer camp with her twin brother since she was 12, Why should this year be any different? Oh but it is her friends are back and who know maybe a few romances may blossom. [COMPLETE]
