Take me to church ✞

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The inside of the cabin was quite nice as well. The only thing I wasn't happy about was the fact that I would be sharing the bedroom with three of the other guys. We even had to share two bathrooms between the whole twelve of us, maybe even 13, considering that we also had this cabin leader. Speaking of, someone opened the door to our room and peered inside.

"Hey guys, I'm your cabin leader. Please find me downstairs in the living room in about five minutes."

And with that, he closed the door again. I sighed and finished putting the sheets on my bed. Bunk beds. I still couldn't get over that. How old was I, twelve? At least I got one of the top bunks so I wouldn't have to feel watched by the others. Just as I wanted to jump down I saw someone standing directly below me trying to get the sheets on his bed. I decided to take the ladder instead and then just stood there for a minute to watch him struggle.

"You need help with that?"

The moment he wanted to turn around he hit his head on my top bunk. Hard.

"Ow... dammit!", he cursed which made me smile. I thought this was a Christian camp, didn't know the kids here even knew about cursing. "Yes, please", he said while rubbing the back of his head.

As I put the fresh sheet on his bed I heard him behind me, "I'm Gideon by the way".

"Jacob. And you're welcome", I mumbled as I pointed at his bed.

"Thanks. Why are you here?"

"What? You don't believe I just really like Christian holiday camps?", surprised by his question this was the first thing that came out of my mouth.

He laughed "Well, I don't. I'm just here because my parents wanted me to come. But you don't have to tell me. I think we have to head downstairs now anyway."

Did I just make a friend? We walked to the living room where most of the others already sat.

Gideon and I found a seat and then the guy from before started talking.

"Hey guys, I'm Ezra Fairchild and I'll be your cabin leader for the next two weeks."

He couldn't be much older than we were and as I was looking at him I could already tell that this dude wasn't straight. The real question though was, what was he doing here if he indeed wasn't? As my brother was saying the last week god hates fags, does he not?

While I was thinking I completely zoned out and only came back as I heard my name.

"Jacob Foster. Is there a Jacob Foster here?"

Still a bit dazed I raised my hand and looked up to see Ezra looking right at me. He nodded and ticked my name off the list. We were still looking at each other as he read out the next name.

Well, these are probably gonna be some fun weeks, won't they?