Ray's Rainbow Camp

Chapter Three, Situations And Flirtations,

Luke's POV

As I cry, my hands on my face, my whole life feeling worthless, the guy walks towards me. I can tell he's tentative or whatever, but I don't care. I will not let anyone else toy with my emotions like that-that-that JERK. I NEVER WANT TO SEE HIM AGAIN! I will never open my heart as easily as I did for that guy, I won't, not even if the guy is super hot. I will cage up my heart, go back to being an emotionless zombie for the rest of my life! I HATE THAT JERK SO MUCH! I hate him, so, so much. My tears become heavier and more frequent. I roll over to lay on my bed in a fetal position. I won't care about anything anymore! Even my sister! My life is worthless!

"Hey man, are you okay?" I hear the random guy in our cabin say.

My sobs grow heavier as I think about the guy that ripped my heart out my heart and stomped on it. I hear the guy kneeling next to me, he puts his hand on my shoulder, but I shake his hand off of me.

"Seriously, dude, what's wrong?" The random guy says.

I continue to cry. Why won't this guy get the hint and just leave me alone? Can't he see I am having an extensional crisis here!? Seriously though, my heart feels like it just got ripped out of my chest. I need to put a cage around my heart and lock it up forever! Suddenly the guy grabs me out of nowhere. I start to panic, trying to get his hands off of me in the process.

"Shhhh, it's okay, it's just hug alright," The guy says and hugs me tightly against his chest.

He sits on the corner of the bed and hugs me. I cry onto his shoulder, and he caresses my back. Not in a sexual way or anything, in a loving/caring way. 

"It's alright, everything is fine, you'll be alright," He whispers into my ear.

I cry harder, knowing nothing will ever be alright. My parents will never stop being there over-protective helicopter parents that will do anything to stop me from getting what I want. This is probably punishment sent out somehow from parents. Somehow, somewhere, they knew I was going to suffer because of this camp, so they sent me to it. My whole life is made a fault because of my stupid parents! They are the root of all my pain and suffering! They are the embodiment of the devil! Ugh! But this is so irrational! Or is it? Maybe it's just entirely rational to the point of it being rational? What's wrong with me?

"You're going to be alright man, everything will be alright, cry for as long as you need, just know I'm here to support you," The guy says.

"Why?" I cry, "You don't even know me and I don't know you,"

"Because you deserve happiness as much as the rest of the world," he says.

I'm startled by this, "Bu-but I really don't"

He hugs me harder, "Yes you do, everyone does, my name is Oceanus, and your my next project,"

I pull away from the hug, wiping the tears from my face, "What do you mean?" 

"My new passion project is going to make you happy, alright? I love making people feel better, it's my calling in life!" He says to me, putting his hand on my shoulder. 

My chest heaves with relief and gratitude, but also with new batch of tears, "Thank you,"

I start to bawl once again and he wraps his arms around for another hug. I cry on his shoulder again, while he caresses my back. This guy I barely know wants to help me. This could all be a trick, a cruel, evil, trick. It might as well be, but I feel this isn't a prank. I feel like he genuinely wants to help and care for me. I can't believe it. He wants to help me, and I can tell it's not a prank. A swell of gratitude comes out of me with a thousand thank you's and nice big hug.