"you simply existing is enough for me to know that i was made specifically for you."

"this thing we have? this is ours. you're mine. i'm yours."

"Yes?" "I- I um- well, you- I-" "Listen, kid, the campers' cabins are on the other side." He points behind him. "Now, move, yeah?" "That isn't it!" "Then what is it?" He still has that same bored tone. Finally, the words I've been meaning to say spill out. Well... kinda. "Y-you're in- wrong- I mean, the cabin! No! You're in the cabin wrong!" .˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ Summer Turner hasn't always had it the easiest. With her workaholic father never home and a little brother who has somehow become her responsibility, she decides she needs to get away. No service, no family issues, no problems. Just her, a cabin, and a couple kids to look after. Sounds like a fair trade to everything going on at home. Or so she thinks. editing soon :)

"Who are you anyway? You must be famous if that many people were after you like that." "Uh..." he looks away from me and out the window as I take a turn. "I'm a writer. Yeah. One of my books just got really big and... Well, you saw everything firsthand." "Really? What's it called?" If it's popular, I may have heard of it. But then again, the name Levin doesn't ring a bell. He finally says, "You know, you can just look up 'Levin Wright author'." I nod slowly. Why do I feel like he's lying to me?