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Confessions of a Happy Camper
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Ongoing, First published Sep 26, 2020
Scott Dawson was an arsehole.

He had ambitions of spending his summer watching Jeremy Kyle all day or spending it as a brand new Geordie Shore housemate. His family had other ideas and instead he was now spending his summer waiting tables at Burham holiday camp.

Having to share a room with a guy that made him look like a saint in comparison, putting up with work colleagues and add it with a mix of alcohol and freedoms he'd never experienced before his summer was going to go a lot differently to what he'd expected.
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Bold and impatient, that was the two words Aiden was and always is. After spray painting on private building and also sneaking into private property, he was given a choice. Prison or Bootcamp. Mean, that is the one word all boot campers says. Cade has no family's or friends, meaning he would take out his frustration on them. Since he grew up with no family, Cade lived with his rich uncle. However it's bad enough that he's the man in charge here. Theirs few rules that is assigned by the man in charge, No romance or sneaking out after your curfew. Cade is especially strict with the no romance. --- "You only did 1 lap" I stepped in front of him. We were standing face to face too close "am not doing another 9 laps" his hand was on my chest, pushing me away. I grabbed his hands "Strike 3 means you're going to prison" my hands were squeezing his wrist "Do you want that?" I felt tension in the air as my hands clenched on his wrist. Our eyes met immediately then unexpectedly my eyes went to his lips. "Fine then give me it" and just like that he left. Why wouldn't my lips moved?