Summer Camp

s e v e n

chapter seven

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"This place is too crowded, too many cool kids. It seems like one of those nights, we ditch the whole scene and end up dreaming instead of sleeping" - 22 by Taylor Swift

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"Guys, come on. Don't make me. I really don't want to go to the carnival!"

Lunch was going by achingly fast; the sun was warm and the wind an easing breeze. Shadows decorated the ground and picnic table we sat at in a mesmerizing random pattern of shapes. I leaned on the hardwood surface, the rough edges of wood splitters digging into my skin and I shivered at another gust of wind passing by.

I watched in hilarity as Lisa moaned and whined, Brad rolling his eyes and throwing her over his shoulder- Why though? Was it just for fun? I shipped these two so hard.

She kicked and screeched and he groaned when she kicked his stomach. I swear, these two...

"Lisa! I've already said I'm sorry about last year!" Brad said apologetically, "It's never going to happen again!" He groaned when she got in another good shot. "Multiple times!" he pleaded.

"Yeah, Brad's sorry!" Tom jumped quickly to his best friend's defense, which simultaneously earned him a hateful glare from both.

"You were part of that as much as me!"

"-as him!"

Tom pouted, face all scrunched up in such a cute way I had to laugh. Max sighed and said in a deep indifferent voice, "I am innocent." Tom stared at him in astonishment, that said, 'WTF dude, help me'.

Realizing that he was not going to receive aid, he defended, "If you don't come, Brad won't come, and we need him! We're the hot trinity!" I snorted. "I mean, we rarely get him without you, so we've learned to take him with you at the very least." They both flushed at that. I squealed on the inside like the fangirl I was. If Tom - the guy who was literally the most oblivious guy ever - saw what was happening, it really was happening. This was a sign!

Lisa's demeanor faltered; she sighed and Brad slowly put her to the ground. "Okay," she gave in, in an annoyed and tired voice, "I'll come."

The boys smiled triumphantly.

"Not!"

I raised my eyebrows at the surprising amount of speed she took off with. It was amusing seeing the boys' faces light up in horror.

What the fuck is happening?, I asked myself at watching the boys chasing her like parents after a little toddler.

"That's gonna end in tears," I stated to myself and dug my phone out of my pocket. I bet I look anti-social as hell right now.

I unlocked it and Instagram popped up, my feed consisting of fandoms and my friends' posts.

"Ooh, is that Supernatural?"

"Jesus Christ!" I jerked together in surprise, almost dropping my phone and probably gave a little pathetic cry in the process. I looked up from my position and sighed in relief, "Oh, it's you."

Sierra laughed and sat down beside me, setting her bag to the ground. My eyes flitted across her appearance: a black tank top that said in bold white letters, 'THE WORLD IS MY RUNWAY' and some faded high-waist jeans. A twinge of jealousy coursed through me; I could never pull that off and look good.

She shot me a blinding smile and lazily began redoing her braid, "I didn't mean to scare you. Kinda glad I did though, 'cause that was gold." I frowned in offense.