First message
Summer camp has started. The group of teens larger this year then the last. It’s time to pair students to have a buddy to look after during the summer.
“Alright! who’s next?!” says the counselor leader cheerfully to the crowd of unenthusiastic teens. She shuffles her hand grabbing out a name “Dylan!” Everyone claps pretending to be present. She shuffles in the bag to find his partner. It’s…… you?
My mouth drops momentarily hearing Dylan’s name called and then my own. I look to my best friend who can be seen gawking at me in amusement and I begrudgingly begin walking to stand beside him since they wanted to see us in our chosen pairs. I try not to side eye him as I take place beside him.