How Immature

Chapter Two

The car ride was four hours away and I can't believe we're finally at this summer camp. The whole way mum told me she was doing this to show me what boys were actually like and how God would bless me with a girlfriend one day by mums choice. She hugged me goodbye and the engine started again as she drove down the dirt road. I held my black duffle bag in my hand, but as soon as I turned around to see the camp, I dropped it.

The scenery was so beautiful. The leafs on the tree were a vivid green and the grass was perfectly cut. I could see the water from the top of the hill where I was. It was calm and looked like glass. Not a single ripple. It wasn't sunny outside, around six forty-five p. m. But my whole world seemed brighter. The cabins were made of wood. The oak trees around me were tall as the clouds. The trees were all lined up around the camp sight which was huge in my opinion. I felt a small breeze against my skin and I finally decided to pick up my bag and see what cabin I was in.

I walked down the hill and a white foldout table had laminated lists taped to it. I starred down at them. They had the schedules, what cabin every one was in, challenges, lunches, it had it all!

I was about to walk away until I heard someone running toward me. I turned around and a boy, I'd say five years older then me, came up to me.

I was frightened. Could this be my new friend? I put my hand out to shake his hand. He just smiled politely.

"What's your name? I have to check you off the registration list." He pulled up a clipboard and I got confused, did he just run up to everyone?

"My n-names Daniel James How-How-Howell." I didn't like the fact he just kept smiling. I'm sure he was nice, but he seemed like an ad on a newspaper my dad would read. It looks like a good product until you try it out.

"Neat! You're in cabin four! Good luck!" He walked away and I turned around.

Cabin Four? How would I know which one was cabin four? I sighed and walked from the table down the trail until I saw a sign. Cabin four near by according to the side. Just go right. I passed by Cabin two an sure enough about a hundred feet away was cabin four. I was about to turn the door nob until I started thinking.

Would the people here be chipper? Too chipper? Grumpy? How would they react to me? Am I too odd? Is wearing a grey jumper too dark? What about my faith? Did mum tell them I was homosexual?

And before I knew it everything went dark.

"Go on then Daniel. Prove it. Prove you're not gay. Kiss him. Depending on how you do it determines if you're gay."

"Excuse me?"

"Kiss him now."

"I won't!" I shouted and sat up straight. It was just a dream. I looked around. There was an ice pack on my head and the walls were wooden. Was this my cabin?

"You won't what?" Came a voice and I just hoped he'd be friendly.

"Wait, who is that?" Came another voice. I cursed myself and decided to act as if I was sleep talking so I went under the blanket again and laid my head down. I heard faint footsteps come in.

"Chris... Who's that..." I couldn't identify who they were, then again I was at a summer camp and didn't know anyone.

"Is that..." They walked closer and I clenched my fist under the sheets.

"Peej it's not, we just saw him outside and he couldn't dye his hair and get a tan within ten minuets." That voice was definitely closer to me then the other voice which seemed by the doorframe if I remember the room correctly.

There was a small gasp. "What if he got in a fight? He's nice and all, but when he's really pissed he'll beat them up. I've never seen him loose though."

The door opened, I could tell because there was footsteps rushing in the room.

"Hey guys." The third voice came. It seemed faintly familiar. I couldn't know him though, could I?

"Wait if you're you... Who's that?" The voice closer to me, Chris, said.

"C'mon I'll explain to you guys." The third voice said.

"But-" Chris said.

"We'll talk about it, okay?" The third voice seemed sterner. The footsteps led to the door and the door made a shut sound. I groaned feeling the ache in my head. I slowly sat up, but when I opened my eyes a pair of eye were starring at me.

"You heard every word huh?" I could tell this was the third voice boy since to me he had the smoothest voice.

"Yeah something like that." I laughed nervously and he came to sit on the bed by me.

"It's been about fifteen minuets since you're panic attack. How are you feeling?" I looked at his blue oceanic eyes and his black raven hair. His eyes were too familiar.

"I think I'm okay. Wait... How did you know I had a panic attack? I could've just passed out from dehydration!" I furrowed my eyebrows confused.

"It looked like it was going to rain so I needed to buy a sweatshirt, I guess I didn't need just a cool souvenir. Anyways I came to grab twenty pounds. On my way down I saw you stand there for a solid minuet and I was about to call if you were okay, but you collapsed. So I carried you into the cabin and laid you on this bed. I got you an ice pack because when you fell your head hit the ground fairly hard. So yeah." He shrugged like it was a random act and I smiled.

"Thank you." I looked up at him and he looked down at me. I wasn't use to people looking me in the eyes. It was just a quick glance before they looked away. I looked down and felt my face heat up with a blush. I'm not suppose to like boys!

"Sorry." I said in a quiet whisper

"For what?" He slid his hand in mine, I guess as a gesture to reassure me everything would be okay. I pulled away. Mum wouldn't be proud.

"Look, I appreciate what you did for me, really I did, but please..." What was I even pleading? For him to go away?

"It's okay." He said in a whisper and got up.

As soon as the door closed I started crying. And not just a little tear, my eyes were getting red and my face was blotchy.

I screwed up. This could've been my friend. I didn't know how to react.

I looked at my duffle bag and saw a piece of paper poking out. I pulled it out and started reading it.

It was my story from Sunday school. I don't know how it got in here. Nether the less, I cried.

That boy in Sunday School was my only friend.