That Month at Summer Camp

chapter 11

        The clouds finally begin to clear up after awhile. Hannah has been completely avoiding me since Tristan talked to her, which is good.

        I walk up to Tristan later "Christian? What did you say to Hannah?"

        "Just told her to stop being such a bitch and that she was wrong, I do love you more than anything, and I'm never gonna leave you." I smile at him.

        "Well it kept her away from me, so thank you."

        "Any time," he winks at me.

        "God, you're so hot when you do that," I laugh.

        "Uh huh sure," he does it again. He comes up to me and kisses my forehead.

        "Hey, sit with me at lunch today?"

        "Of course, beautiful."

        I blush and run off towards my cabin again. I reapply my makeup and then go up to Emily

        "Hey," she smiles.

        "Hey," I smile back.

        "Have you been okay ever since Hannah, well, you know."

        "Yeah, I'm alright, Christian took care of her."

        "Damn what'd he do, beat her senseless?" Emily jokes.

        "No," I tell her what Christian said to Hannah.

        "Damn, your boyfriend is boyfriend goals!"

        I laugh, "I know."

        Then I hear a knock at the cabin door. I open it and it's Christian. "Hello gorgeous, I was wondering if you would maybe wanna go on a walk and then have a picnic on the beach?"

        "Um well," I look back at Emily and shrug my shoulders and she nods excitedly, "sure, why not, of course."

        I get on my shoes and head out the door with Christian. I step out into the cool frigid air, "Burr it's kind of cold," I say.

        Christian hands me his sweatshirt, "Oh, thank you," I reply.

        We start walking and Christian has the picnic basket in his hand and he's holding my hand with his free hand. We walk and walk and talk and talk, and then we sit down by the pier to eat.

        Christian and I sit down and he gets out the sandwitches that he packed from the kitchen. My hair is blowing in the wind and Christian tucks it behind my ear. I smile at him

        "You're beautiful," he says.

        "You're funny," I laugh.

        "Hey! That wasn't a joke."

        "Uh huh, sure." Christian reaches out and touches my cheek and rubs his thumb over it.

        I blush, "Christian?"

        "Yes, gorgeous?"

        "I um, I'm so," I hesitate, "I'm so in love with you."

        He smiles brightly, god, it's so beautiful, his smile, his eyes, his nose, the tiny freckles alligned on his cheek, his body, and just him in general, he's so handsome. "I'm in love with you too baby girl, so so so in love."

        I cannot stop blushing, "You know, you are so sexy when you're blushing," he smirks at me.

        I laugh and blush even harder, I build up a ton of courage, "Well, you're sexy all the time."

        "Thank you baby girl." He rubs his hand over my thigh and starts leaning in and I start leaning in too, despite the anxiety that I'm having right now, but then he stops and pulls away and I open my eyes again, suddenly filled with disappointment. Christian smiles at me, "Come here," he pulls me up off of the sand, "follow me."

        I follow him to wherever he's taking me. We step on to the pier and we run all the way to the end. I start looking out into the beautiful water and he turns me around and kisses me, at first lightly and then with more force. His kisses feel like tiny- little butterflies fluttering and then landing on my lips one by one. It feels so natural, so amazing.

        We stop and just look at each other for a few seconds and then go back to kissing. God I never want it to stop, I want it to last for a million years, forever and ever.

        We go at it for a long time and then we pull back.

        "Wow," I say smiling.

        "Wow," he says smiling back.

        We walk down off the pier hand in hand, just the two of us in the world, nothing else existed.

        Once we get back on to the shore, Christian says "Shall we go back now," he smiles.

        "Yeah, um, but first." I pick up some wet sand and throw it at him. He gapes at me and picks some up and I try running away, but it doesn't work, he throws it right at my collar bone and some of it gets in my mouth. "Oh that's it, it's on!"

        I throw more and more at him and he throws tons at me too. The sweatshirt that Christian gave me is now soaking wet and smells of salt because of the sea water. For some reason Christian and I keep getting deeper into the ocean just splashing water over each other, and then we start making out again, this time it's in the ocean which makes it even better. I wrap my legs around him because he can still stand. The kisses come in like waves of energy. God this is so right, I want this forever.

        After a while we start heading out of the water and back on to the sand. I lay down because I'm absolutely exhausted. Christian sits down with me for a few minutes and as I start to get up, Christian stops me, "stay here," then he gets up and starts collecting a bunch of seashells.

        "Lay down," he directs me. I lay down and he starts lining up my body with seashells from head to toe. He's perfect.

        "You look beautiful with all of these seashells around you."

        "Hm do I?" I say winking at him.

        "You do, but I mean, you look beautiful all the time," he smiles at me, "you mind if I take a picture?"

        I giggle, "Of course not, but my ugliness might break the camera so watch out."

        "Nope, if anything, it'll make my camera sexier."

        "You're funny, now take the picture," I laugh.

        "Fine, fine." He snaps a picture and then I stand up. He turns the camera towards us to take a picture together. He takes a bunch of different pictures, one where we're just smiling, another of us making dumb faces, and then some of us kissing, and him kissing me on the cheek.

        "Babe, did you notice that when we come home from camp, we'll be in a long distance relationship?" I frown at him.

        "I did notice, baby. But we'll be able to do that, don't worry."

        "They usually don't last though."

        "Well let's be the ones that do last then."

        "Will you visit me?" I'm suddenly getting worried about this.

        "Of course, as much as I can, baby girl." I embrace him in a hug. 

        We decide to start heading back, so he grabs the picnic basket still underneath the pier and he holds my hand with the hand that's not holding the basket.

        We walk all the way back to camp, but once we get there, we notice something different, something wrong, something terrible.