You're the only One

Summer Camp

     "Alright campers listen up, we have very important rules here to make sure everyone has a good time..."

     Jorge rolled his eyes, trying to drown out the painfully dull speech that he had heard for years. He couldn't be happier that this would be his last time here, since he was nearly to old for his parents to force him to go.

     "Now, on to your assigned cabin mates. Over here we have our list including cabin number, counselor..."

     Jorge had the same strategy for surviving these few weeks of hell every year. Don't talk to anyone, participate only enough for the counselors not to yell at you, and most importantly always stay on guard for pranks. Technically they weren't allowed but no one really gave a shit no matter how ruthless they got. He couldn't count the number of times he's witnessed full tents with everything inside casually tossed in the lake, which could be considered the tamest of the shit that goes down. 

      "Make sure you're in the mess hall by 6 for dinner, you all can head to your cabins now and get acquainted. Have fun everyone, see you all in a bit!" 

      Jorge maneuvered his way through the sea of teens to find his name with the cabin number. He didn't bother checking who he was rooming with, it didn't matter because he refused to take interest in their stupid cabin bonding activities. 

     He was even halfway to the grounds when the sound of a water balloon hitting someone drew his attention. Some boy Jorge didn't recognize a few yards away stood surprised and visibly upset covered in red paint water. Poor new meat, everyone knew they got it the worst, Jorge wondered why people even came to this shit hole. 

      When he reached his cabin there was only one other person there. Jorge had seen his around the last couple of years, he was quiet and didn't bother Jorge, usually having someone else to talk to. Jorge threw his suitcase on the top bunk of the left side of the room, climbing up after it and began to unpack. Soon another somewhat familiar face entered, sharing hello's and how are you's with the quiet kid and claiming the bunk over his. The last bed under Jorge's stayed empty for about another 20 minutes, until finally the last boy entered the room.

     Immediately Jorge recognized the boy who got a paint water balloon thrown at him. He was wearing a different shirt but the same pants which had a few drops of red at the top which clearly had an attempt to scrub them off. 

     "Hi, guess you guys are my cabin mates. I'm Benji." He greeted everyone. Jorge rolled his eyes, this kid was definitely new.

     "Hey Benji, you got that balloon thrown at you right?" The kid on the other top bunk asked. 

      "Um, yeah, kinda came out of nowhere." Benji chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. Jorge grabbed the book he had brought for the car ride and flipped it open, not bothering to find any specific page. 

     "That shit's never coming out of your clothes, I'm Syd." The boy on the top bunk said before pulling out his phone which he wasn't supposed to have in camp. 

     "I'm Noen." The boy on the bottom bunk said quickly before pulling out his own phone. Benji seemed confused by it, having given his own phone to a counselor when he got there like they had instructed, but he nodded before looking up at Jorge. He pretended he didn't notice, staring down at the jumble of words in whatever page he was looking at, finally hearing the bed under him creaking at Benji put his stuff down. 

     "Good afternoon folks!" A much to cheery voice interrupted the couple minutes of quiet following Benji's arrival. Jorge nearly groaned and tried to mentally prepare himself for what was about to occur.