Camp Kyojin: Dawn Of The Dorks

TWO: Reunions Like This Couldn't Be Sweeter, Unless You Have Cake

Bouncing through the queue, itching to race into Camp Kyojin is the best thing ever, the cabins are neatly jotted through the place, and mine is on a ledge with a great view of the baseball court and less than a quarter of a mile away from the lake. I'm so desperate to charge back into the swing of camp life that I'm tempted to just run out of the line and head to the cabin I have shared with my best friend for the last two years; but that would be utterly pointless since only Eren, Armin and Mikasa need to sign in. I just have to lug my belongings on my back before sprinting away, just for a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes, as the anticipation knots my insides together. I haven't been this close to him in like a year, I hate the distance, but we make things work, and I'm so grateful for that.

Connie lives less than half an hour away from the campground, so he never takes the camp coach to travel. It makes sense, why travel away from your destination just to get on the coach and travel to a location you were closer to at the start. It's pointless.

"Eren Yeager."

"Welcome back Mr Yeager, you will be in cabin seven this year."

"Thanks." The green eyed hipster takes his dorm key from the man behind Camp Kyojin, Erwin Smith.

"Armin."

"There you are, welcome back, cabin seven."

"Mikasa Ackerman."

"Welcome back to Camp Kyojin Miss Ackerman, you will be in cabin seven."

Brilliant! Finally! It's my turn!

"Sasha Blouse!" I exclaim, with such enthusiasm it actually makes Mr Smith flinch.

"Welcome back, Miss Blouse, you'll be back in cabin twenty one. One of your roommates has signed in already...Springer I think it was."

"Great! Thank you!" I beam, shouldering my bags and shifting into an ideal stance to start a fast pace run.

"MOVE IF YOU WANNA LIVE!" Eren hollers to some of the newbies, standing with their Nintendo 3DS', right in my pathway. They look from Eren to me and run away, parting like the red sea as I bring myself to sprint away from the queue and toward the arms of my best friend.

'Connie. Connie. Connie. Connie. Connie.' My mind is playing his name in my head like some sort of broken record.

My boots crunch the gravel as I turn from the dirt path to the ledge, heart hammering as I run. I bet some will speculate that I'm desperate for the toilet, those who know me well enough, will be very much aware of my reasoning. I really shouldn't be running, I'm still not at my ideal level of fitness. New goal for next summer, be bikini ready. What? Even a bunch of problem kids will appreciate a bikini body.

'Connie. Connie. Connie. Connie. Connie.' Nearing the top, my breathing is getting erratic, maybe I shouldn't have bolted. Oh well, too late to worry now. I'm almost at the door to cabin twenty one, my home for the next eight weeks. I can hear myself wheezing over my pounding heart. So close. Just reach for it.

The door of cabin twenty one swings open and my body is constricted in a bear hug tighter than the grip of a boa. My muscles are relaxed as I register who is holding me. Connie; a taller version, with broader shoulders, but still distinctly Connie. He's not dressed up at all, just in general Connie clothes, jeans and a tank top. It's so amazing that a year of anticipation can melt away when I see him. Connie is the best person ever.

He smiles at me, golden brown eyes glittering in the afternoon light. It's summer now. It's actually summertime now.

"C'mon potato girl, lets get your stuff in the cabin." He grins at me. Connie is probably the only person I would ever allow to use my fat girl nickname. I used to devour any kind of potato in seconds flat. Two years ago, I was insanely overweight. Okay, not obese or diabetic level overweight, but still really overweight. I'm almost where I want to be now.