Stranger Love

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CHAPTER ONE

Camryn's

Summer. It's the blazing hot sun type of year, the 'let's go to a pool' type of year, the 'oh well my parents don't enjoy being with me so they ship me off to florida every year to a summer camp' kind of year. Well- not so much the last one but, hey, that's how I feel.

Summer is my least favourite time of year, because;

I am forced to go to a summer camp where no one even knows me and I barely can co-operate with making friends cause I'm a socially awkward girl with the same boring hair; the only half-amazing thing about my face is my eyes- crystal clear blue as my friends say.

I have to leave my friends. This is quite an obvious fact- everyone hates it.

When summer finishes, it shows a sign of 'SCHOOL', and no one likes school. Let me tell you, I may have the looks, but I am not a nerd. I hate school. People are crowding me all the time because I'm friendly (who isn't?) and apparently I'm pretty.

I have multiple other reasons for not loving summer so much, I mean there are parts to like about it but I don't like it that much. I usually just coop up inside my cabin and check social media, see how my friends are doing during their summer break, and wow, do I miss out. I occasionally text my best friends or tweet something followed by a selfie in the same old cabin.

I walk around my room, frantically packing last minute things such as my new hairbrush; which I bought yesterday because mine was falling apart; my mi-fit because I was thinking I would run in the morning around the campsite.

I collected my hair into a clean pony-tail and put on some converse. I put on my daily makeup which consisted of a winged eye, just a bit of mascara and lip-gloss. I then picked up all my art necessities which was basically just a bunch of sketching pencils, line art pens, copics (they are markers), and a sketch pad.

I finally skipped down the stairs, my suitcase trailing shortly after me. I put my duffel bag on the arms of the suitcase and went into the kitchen.

"Morning, sweetheart. Ready to go to camp?" My mother asked me as I sat down on the stool near the counter.

"Yep!" I said, popping the 'p'. I picked up the plastic plate which held a bagel on it and inside was none other than cream cheese; the only thing I really like on my bagel. I started to take a bite out of it, waiting for my Mom to say something.

"Do you have everything?" She asked me. "Like, a toothbrush, toothpaste, all your bathroom necessities-"

"Yes mom, I double checked for everything. Heck- I triple checked." We were a very prepared family. I always kept 5 bandages in my pocket in case anyone needed one- the camp goes hiking in groups all the time.

"Alright, I'm just worried, that's all. We'll miss you. Eat your bagel quickly- the uber to your train-stop is almost here." There was a long ways to the train from my house, about a town over, so we usually called a cab, but now there are ubers so yay!

"Okay, mom, thanks." I took my bagel and finished it quickly, grabbing my iPod shuffle and putting my earbuds in while I waited for the uber.

When it arrived, I got in, and journey to summer camp it is!

$~$

I finally arrived at the town where I went to camp. I was 4 hours earlier, so chilling in town wouldn't be a problem. I decided to take a run. My luggage had already been taken to the camp and is probably in my camp. I walked down a few neighborhoods, when I saw a house that caught my eye. I looked at it and then decided I wanted to draw it. I took out my sketchbook and pencils from my bag and then started to sketch out the house, with all its strange perfection.

After a while of sketching, I felt myself getting more sleepy, everything just paying attention to the house in front of me; simply beautiful. I'm almost done with the inking; until I fall asleep.

???'S

I walked out of the house at striking 12:00 at night, the perfect time. I walk out on the porch and there, leaning against a random car on the street, a beautiful woman. She appears to have a sketch of the house in her sketch-book, and she has a bunch of supplies surrounding her.

I pick her colored pencils up and put them into her bag, and then I take the bag and slouch it over my shoulder and I pick her up. She looks so... peaceful.

I bring her into the house and my roommate looks shouts from the kitchen.

"You're back already?"

"Yep, there was a random cutie on the street sleeping and drawing our house, so I decided to let her sleep here for the night," I replied.

"Ha, you're funny," He snorted.

"No, seriously, I'm carrying her to my room right now, I'm sleeping in the living room tonight."

"WAIT, WHAT?" He questions and runs to the stairs where I am. He see's her and just curses under his breath.

"She doesn't look like she's around here." He muttered. I continued walking up the stairs to my room. She was light, so it wasn't that bad.

"Yeah- she might be visiting for that summer camp." I told him.

"The one you are participating in?"

"Yeah,"

"Did you see her at camp today?"

"I didn't go today, doofus," I told him.

"Wow, so nice."

"As always."

I put her down on my bed and let her rest in the room. I put her bag on the floor next to the bed and walked downstairs. It was going to be a long day.