Summer Camp (Ryllon)

One: First Day

why am I publishing this out of nowhere?

no idea but oh boy am I setting myself up for a stress ride

edit 18/7/19, [slight spoiler] - I feel really, really guilty about Dan being a bad guy since he is actually a sweetheart who signed my damn birthday card and wrote me a sweet little note (I can never make him evil now, that would just make me a monster), so we are replacing him with a made-up guy named Greg

-Ryan-

It's hot. I don't like it. 

The sun is burning as dad drops me off and leaves without even looking back. That's how he lives. He doesn't look back. Never has, and seems to me he never will. Maybe he's sending me away from him but not using any other tactics for hiding it. Avoiding? 100%. Hiding? 0%.

I swallow the lump in my throat, gripping my suitcases tightly. Everyone's the same, greeting friends with hugs and laughter, acting as if it hasn't been 8 1/2 months since they last saw each other. No, they act as if they were just together last week. 

But I bite my lip and make it to registration. A lady, mid 40's, curly brown hair, tells me rules and information in an obviously bored tone, but halfway through I get lost once she starts mentioning names, as if I know everyone. As if I wasn't new. 

"And here's your key, you'll be sharing a cabin with Mikey," she hands me a key with one of those twisty stretchy wristbands. "Breakfast is at 8:30, lunch at 12:30, and dinner at 5:30. Good luck." She looks back down at her desk and drinks some water. Hangover. Sunglasses, pain meds, cold water, it's obvious.

I mumble a small and nervous 'thank you' before turning and leaving.

"God, I'm getting too old for this shit," she mutters and in the reflection of the window, I can see her take a drink from her flask. I don't know who Mikey is, I don't know who anyone is. I look back down at my key as I walk down the stairs outside. Cabin 27. Cabin 27, where the fuck would cabin 27 be? I have no idea-

Collision.

I don't process it until I fall into some bushes. Laughter fills the air from any witnesses around. I push myself up, my heart speeding up from embarrassment. Fuck, first day and I'm already being laughed at. I turn and see the guy who I bumped into. I was walking fast, so was he, we weren't paying attention. 

"I'm- I'm so sorry, I..." I begin to stutter an apology. He stands up. 

"It's fine!" He smiles nicely. "Are you alright?" His voice is filled with concern. 

"Wh- Oh, yeah, I'm okay. Are you?" He nods. "I'm... I'm Ryan, uh, Ross. Ryan Ross," I say. He smiles, fixing his blue hair slightly. 

"I'm Josh, Josh Dun. You're new?" 

"Is it that obvious?" I say fearfully.

"No, no, I..." he stops, then sighs, "maybe just a little, but that's only because you look lost."

I brush myself off and take my bags. "Maybe just a little..." I repeat his words, admitting it to myself. He glances at my key, then sees the time on his watch.

"Cabin 27 is over there, by the way. I gotta go meet my friend, I'll see you around?" 

Potential new friend: gone.

"Yeah." Probably not.

Josh smiles and waves goodbye as he walks up the steps.

He's gone. I feel gone too, but I have since the second I arrived. It doesn't seem like a bad camp, but then again I have really only spoken to two people, and one of them seemed bored of me.