Summer Camp...

The Process...

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"It's called Taylor Swift, babe," Tarren says over FaceTime.

"Taylor Swift?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

She groans, like I should understand what she's getting at, "it's all part of the process."

"Process?" I question her, picking up a volleyball and spiking it against the brick wall, and it coming back to me.

"You know, the break up process," she says in a "duh" tone, "ice cream, chick flicks, and Taylor Swift break up songs, have you done any of that?"

   I just look over at my phone, that's propped up on my bag so Tarren could see me while I hit the ball, and shake my head.

She sighs, "seriously?" She asks, "how have you been handling this break up?"

I hold up the volleyball, "the process, tomboy athlete version," I say with a sly smile in my face, but I hear a chuckle coming from behind me.

I turn and see Christian leaning on a tree, I cross my arms and walk over to my phone, "hey, Tarren, can I call you back?"

"Sure," she says, then clicks the button.

I turn to Christian who walks over to me, "so, this is your method to keeping you cool around me," he says and take the ball in his hands, "do you imagine that it's my face or something?"

"Something like that," I say and take the ball and hit it at the wall again, "it's either the ball, or your face, your choice."

Christian still looks pretty bad, his hair is messier then usual, the bags under his eyes haven't gone away, and he isn't as up beat.

"Look," he says, "I think we need to talk... About this," he motions between him and I.

"No clearly we don't," I snap, "you broke my heart, and it's still the in your hands and it like every time you're around, you're squeezing it," I say, tears forming in my eyes as I try to blink them back, "we rushed things, I mean we've know each other for a month and a week, there are three weeks left of summer, we were friends for two weeks, boyfriend and girlfriend for two weeks, then you ruined it all by kissing another girl and made us ex-relationship for the last week plus the last three weeks, I'm done."

I brush past him and get all of my stuff and walk away, hoping that leaving him alone, maybe he'll take a hint.

   "I'll get you back," he shouts, "you just wait!"

   I stop for a second, but don't turn around, I shake my head and keep walking.

   On my way to sit at the dock my phone starts to ring, I look at the caller ID and smile.

   "Hey Matty!" I say once I accept the call.

   "Hey, you," he says in an upbeat voice, that's what's different about him and Christian, he's so upbeat and Christian is more like me, sarcastic and sometimes moody, "how's camp going?"

   "It's fine, you know... It's only been a week since the... Incident."

"I'm sure everything will be fine," he says, "so what's up?"