Camp Kuapua.
Home to many.
A nightmare to some.
Those would be for the kids who are unfortunate enough to get Andrea McMiller as their Team Leader.
Andrea was steady approaching the end of her senior year in high school. With that, brought on a who...
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•• Andrea's POV
"Wowww. Stages getting lost in the forest and has Prince Charming rescue little ol damsel in distress, huh." Ashley snickered. My hand just sort of engulfed her entire face as I pushed her through the cabin door so I could get through.
"I don't have the energy to pretend to like you right now so if you could just not talk and spare my brain cells, that would be fantastic." The last part came out sounding muffled as I face planted myself into Cindy's bottom bunk.
"Ugh Andy nooooo. There's no room for you, you psycho." Cindy groaned over my limbs engulfing her.
"Just sleep on top of me." I mumbled back into the sheets.
Sleep found me instantly.
•• Deacon' POV
"Where's Chad?" Tom asked as I dragged the last hiking bag through the cabin.
"At the med room." I replied simply.
"The med room, what the hell happened?" Dylan had chimed in this time.
"Andrea happened."
The room fell silent for a moment.
"Fuck." Tom groaned. "Why must you people continue to piss off the one woman who can actually get you anything your heart desires in here? I'll have you know I'm rapidly running out of snacks to supply and ill probably never get the booze at this point. You people must think Swedish fish and Mountain Dew grows on fucking trees, huh? Well news flash, it doesn't."
Tom was having a melt down.
And I couldn't stop thinking about how badly I had wanted to kiss Andrea.
And Chad would most likely have to amputate his balls.
Our cabin was in shambles all by the hands of one person: Andrea. Was it bad that I still really wanted to see her?
"We should probably start getting ready for the bonfire tonight, guys." Dylan reminded us. He was right. This was one of the kids favorite nights. It was when we all gathered around the fire place and roasted hotdogs along with marshmallows. Regardless of how broken cabin A2 was, we were determined to make tonight a night that the kids would never forget.
"You're right, Dylan. Let's get things prepped for the bonfire." Tom agreed.
•• Andrea's POV
"Are you ready for the bonfire tonight girl?" Cindy asked. "Girl?"
"Let me sleep some more." I mumbled back. This bed had officially snatched my soul and claimed it as it's own. I couldn't even remember what day it was anymore.
"No Andy, wake up. It almost 7:30pm now and the bonfire starts at 8. We have to be there with our group." Cindy whined on. I slammed the pillow down over my head in an attempt to block out her voice, but Cindy instead stripped me of my covers.
