The Summer I Met You

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Eleanor's POV

We finally reached the dock where we were SUPPOSED to leave our canoe, but SOMEONE had to be a butt and flip it over.

Ivan, Greg, Logan, Liz, and I all swam back to shore, panting and heaving for air.

"NEVER... AGAIN..." Liz said, pretty much face planting into the warm sand.

Greg stood up and offered her a hand.

Awww... how cute..

How come Greg is always helping Liz up...

How come Ivan won't do anything sweet like that...

How come- wait.. Where's Aria and Mason?

I sat up and squinted as my eyes adjusted to the bright sun.

I looked out into the lake and saw Mason swimming along with Aria on his back.

OH COME ON.

IVAN. PLEASE. YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE NOT DOING ANYTHING SWEET HERE.

"YOU GUYS OKAY?" I shouted to them as they neared shore.

"YEAH. BUT I'D... BE BETTER IF... SOME IDIOT... DIDN'T FREAKING..." Mason sturggled to speak.

"SHUT UP." Greg yelled before Mason could finish.

Where's Ivan?

I turned around to see him dusting himself off and taking off his life vest.

His soaking wet shirt clung to his skin.

Omfg. This boy has some ABS. PLUS FOR ME.

I could feel my face grew warm as I watched him. I couldn't stop no matter how much I tried.

My cheeks grew completely red...

And even worse when he looked up and caught me staring.

Shi-

Wait. He smiled.

Oh god.

I panicked and looked away.

I quickly pretended like nothing happened by helping Aria, who finally made it on land.

She coughed.

"You okay?" I asked.

She laughed.

"I should ask you the same thing." She said, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey, I found our campground. 12 right?" Logan asked, being the only one not doing something completely unproductive.

"Yeah, I got the tents." Ivan said, holding up two of the four bags we were given before the challenge began.

Three had our tents. The other one had some granola bars, tin foil, a flashlight, 7 small water bottles, batteries, a waterproof disposable camera, sunscreen, a first aid kit, and a cell phone, in case of emergencies.

I managed to keep the fourth bag somewhat dry surprisingly.

I caught up with everyone else as we all settled down for a sec.

Our campground was about the size of a living room plus a kitchen.

It was in the shade, right where the line of trees meets the sand.

I set the bag down and read the bulletin posted on a tree nearby.

I read it aloud to the others:

"Day 1-

Welcome campers! We are glad to have you compete for the challenge to survive. (In the safety of our supervision of course.)