dan POV
"we're here, dan, wake up," my mom opens the door and shakes me, making me slap her hands off of me because i don't like to be touched, especially not when i'm trying to sleep.
"i'm trying to sleep go away," i say, not opening my eyes and forgetting why i have to wake up. "five more minutes, please" i quietly add.
"dan, have you forgotten why you're here? we're at the camp."
my eyes shoot open and suddenly i'm wide awake and i sit upright in the backseat.
i slap myself softly on my forehead for being so stupid and forgetting something important like this but then the anger kicks in again.
"oh i'm so excited," i exaggerate the 'so' to make it clear that i'm sarcastic. i fucking hate this place even though i've never even been here. it's just a feeling i have.
my mom sighs. she already gave up on me since i was 12. i'm 16 now, i'm already too far gone and so is she to be honest.
i step out of the vehicle, stretching myself out and i walk towards the opening, leaving my parents behind with all my baggage but i couldn't care less.
i don't hear them complaining and they're silently walking behind me, the only sound being the wheels of my suitcase running over the street.
as we arrive and enter i can see a fat lady in front of a desk, looking up when i open the door and i walk towards it in a confident way.
she just looks at us with a bored expression, sighs and bites her pen.
better than eating even more because she's so fat, i think, grinning at the thought.
"can this twink move out of my eyesight?" she says and i furrow my brows. weren't the people here supposed to be nice?
"excuse me?" i say, clearly offended. how could she call me a twink? what the fuck.
"i want to talk to your parents," she clarifies, not even bothering to apologize about her last statement.
"whatever," i turn my head and walk towards a bench to sit down and i take out my phone.
i'm scrolling through tumblr, waiting for my parents to hurry the fuck up so i can get settled or something cause i want to sleep.
finally, after what seems like hours, maybe even days they return to me to say goodbye.
"jesus christ, what took you guys so long?" i ask, still irritated with them because i have to bloody go here and spend the rest of the summer in this awful place.
they ignore what i just said and hand over my keys and bags.
"we have to go, your room number is on the keys and your baggage isn't that heavy, so good luck," my mom says and she kisses me on my cheek and i wipe it off, acting as if i'm literally wiping the kiss away.
"bye," i just sigh and they leave, finally.
i take a look at my keys and it says '68', so i climb up the stairs, dragging the baggage with me and practically dying because i have a huge lack of physical activity, so i'm not in shape at all. still not as fat as the lady in the lobby.
i finally arrive at the top of the stairs, inhaling and exhaling in an exaggerated manner but truly, it was exhausting and i'm not faking anything this time.
"so, how was your first ever work out?"
i turn around to see a tall guy and the first thing i notice are his pretty green eyes, complimented by his green shirt which is almost the same shade, maybe a little bit darker, and he's wearing black ripped skinny jeans and white vans. on his head is a bush of curly brown hair, probably not washed in a long time 'cause it looks pretty greasy.
"and you are?" i ask, not sure wether to just ignore him or try to make friends, but hey, it's never too late to try something social even though i've never really had a friend.
"my name's pj. you'll be sharing a room with me for the next two months. cool, right?" he smiles, grabs one of my bags and turns around to rush towards a door with a big '68' on it. that's probably our room, i guess.
"hey! wait up," i say and i speed-walk after him, dragging the rest of my baggage with me.
