Camp Pinecrest

TWO

"He's so annoying Mar, and can you believe Amanda knocked over my things with her car?" She complained. The two of them were in the staff bathroom getting ready for the campfire tonight. Isla was trying to fix humidity-induced frizz. She didn't have anyone to impress- most of the staff members had known her since she was a kid or vice versa.

"Are you really that surprised, Is? We've known Amanda was like this since senior camp, and well, Bennett exposed himself in mini-camp when he stuck macaroni all over his face because the counsellor wasn't looking." Marina snorted from inside the shower. A small smile shone through the scowl that was present on Isla's face at the memory. Their counsellor didn't even know what to say. The icing on the cake was when Lucas ripped a piece off of Bennett's face and ate it.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." She grumbled as she combed the product through damp waves. The staff bathroom wasn't the nicest. It was always cold and felt damp. Hair dye stained the sink from years of late-night boredom and week three breakdowns, and no matter how many times you took cleaner to it, it just wouldn't budge.

"Why is it so impossible to get hot water?" Marina grumbled as she wrapped herself in a towel, stepping out of the stall, her arms were lined with products as she tried to shove them back into her locker.

"Because we work at a summer camp where we barely get paid minimum wage?" Isla asked as she leant closer to the mirror to apply eye makeup to make herself look slightly presentable for the night.

"Rhetorical, Isla." Marina rolled her eyes as she squeezed water from curls. "Did you bring your hair dryer this year? I forgot mine and I've got to wait until my day off to go back home and grab it."

Isla nodded, twisting the lid back onto the mascara. "Yeah, it's in my cabin. Second set of plastic drawers, top drawer."

"Great, let me change out of this bathing suit and then I'll grab it. Six, right?" Marina asked as she stepped out of the cramped bathroom.

"Yeah- my bed is the one on the left!" Isla called to her retreating figure.

"Makeup for a campfire, who even is she?" Bennett's voice chuckled from the doorway. "Is that why the door was closed? Some of us need to get ready too, Isla." Eyes rolled from impatience as he strolled into the dimly lit, cramped bathroom towards his locker. "So, who's the makeup for?" He asked as he crouched down to the bottom row of lockers. It was a staff tradition that those who came first had the first dibs on lockers. Since Bennett was late, he was stuck with one on the bottom row which were more prone to water and rust damage. Honestly, the lockers needed to be cleaned.

"Myself." She replied, a hand ran through waves as she attempted to separate them, she wanted to look decent tonight. Not for anyone but herself, really.

"Interesting theory, but this is Pinecrest, no one cares what you wear or if you're wearing makeup. Also, it's going to be dark, Isla."

Warm eyes rolled at Bennett's obvious oblivious nature. "Yeah, I get that. But there are new people this year, and." She huffed out of lack of excuses. "Don't you have to be getting ready? Where are Finn and Lucas? Shouldn't you guys be together? I swear you're a package deal." She chuckled as she applied the lip balm to her lips, eyes scanning the dirty surface. It was stained with paint from previous years with dirt and sunscreen blurring it. It was rare not to see the trio together. She always thought they couldn't function. "Or Amanda? Is she not keeping tabs on you this summer, then?"

She arched a brow as she looked at his reflection in the mirror as he stood up, adjusting his hair.

"I told you, Isla." He wore an easy grin as he looked over in her direction. "We're not a thing this year. All the fights, the constant on and off? It's tiring." Bennett shook his head as he bumped her shoulder, causing lip balm to stain her cheek. It was done purposefully.