Every Summer Has A Story

Ch. 37 - Thea's Secret

Eve pulled the last load of whites from the dryer and closed it with her hip, breathing in the fresh scent as she carried the warm bundle through the connecting door to her bedroom. Her bed had been taken over by piling towers of folded white shirts, sheets and pillow cases, primed and ready for a tie dye adventure, and she was forced to unceremoniously drop the rest onto the floor. Zayne was seated on top of the washing machine, watching her antics with amusement.

"Want some help folding those?" He called through the door.

Eve blew a few stray strands of hair from her face and smiled.

"That would be awesome, actually."

Zayne swung his legs a few times and hopped down from the washing machine with a resounding thump.

"Your wish is my command."

Eve dropped to the ground and picked up a tee shirt, carefully shaking out the wrinkles, as Zayne dropped down to join her.

"This is a great idea, Evie," he said, grabbing a pillow case to fold, "the CIT's are pretty pumped to be included."

"I needed a little color in my life," Eve paused, "Nathanael style."

"That dude loves his tie dye."

"I hope you're prepared for him to own one more pair of tie dye shorts, because that's his plan."

"Knee high socks, too," Zayne added, "he had me pick some up for him."

Eve chuckled to herself and continued her task of folding.

"Ellison is a lucky lady."

"I'm still surprised by that match-up, honestly."

Eve furrowed her brow,

"What makes you say that?"

"Nathanael has known about Ellison's crush on him for years and never done anything to reciprocate." 

"Well," Eve said thoughtfully, "Ellison is older now. Maybe that makes a difference for Nathanael."

Zayne considered her words.

"That's a good point. I guess I thought it would remain one of those unrequited camp crushes."

Eve fell silent as Auden's face popped into her mind. It was a bit unnerving to remember that Zayne had one of those too... and it happened to be her best friend.

Zayne's radio sounding to life mercifully interrupted Eve's rampant thoughts.

"Hey Zayne?" Olive, one of the CIT's, squeaked apprehensively.

"What's up?" 

"I uh... I just realized I left part of the mop system in the girl's bathhouse."

Zayne rolled his eyes heavenward. The CIT's were charged with taking on some new cleaning responsibilities that week as part of their training. It had been a bit of a crap shoot and most of the essential items hadn't made their way back up to the lodge.

Eve jumped up and stretched her legs,

"I'll go get it," she offered.

"Are you sure?" Zayne asked, looking a bit relieved to hand-off the task.

"Definitely. I've been at this laundry for hours."

Zayne relayed the information back to Olive, who sounded a bit terrified.

"She needs to chill," Eve chuckled, "or she'll have grey hair by the time she's 18."

She slipped into her ugly comfy Crocs and clipped her lanyard of keys to her belt loop before heading toward the door.