Camp Love Lake (Rated Mature b/c, hey, it's camp LOVE lake)

No, they don't have to move on.

Emerson: I paused and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear before looking away. Maybe it was too soon for that. "So tell me about how your years went," I said quietly.

Fable: I cleared my throat and said, "My year was great...And yours?

Emerson: I shrugged. "Normal, nothing really happened," I said. "Single as usual," I chuckled.

Fable: I laughed a little and said, "Yeah, same here."

Emerson: I nodded, a wicked glint in my eyes. I was glad to hear that I still had a chance with her. I didn't want things to be unsaid, things to be undone. It didn't seem right, to just leave her, and myself, hanging on things that we knew were there.

Fable: I smiled back at him and said, "So, about last summer..."

Emerson: "We had something," I said. "Be it a spark or not, I don't want it to be left alone," I said, my voice taking on a more gentle, unplaceable tone.

Fable: "And I feel the same," I put my hand on the arm Emerson had around my waist as I said this.

Em: I smiled down at her and led her along as I walked down a path that led through a fitness trail. In the middle of the trail was a clearing filled with wild flowers, so I hoped they were still there. I let my hand slide from her waist and my fingers laced with hers.

Fable: I smiled a little to myself. I couldn't believe Emerson was here. I couldn't believe we were holding hands like this, just like we hadn't been seperated for the last year. I didn't know what to say to him, but the silence seemed to fit, so I let it go.

Em: We walked through the forest for a little while longer until we reached the clearing and I dropped her hand, sitting in the high flowers. I motioned for her to join me with a small smile.

Fable: I skipped over and sat in the grass beside him. The flowers pretty much towered over my head. I wondered what kind they were.

Emerson: I looked at her with a gentle smile, sentimentality washing over me as I laid back in the grass and unzipped my coat.

HEY!

DON'T YOU DISAPPEAR ORANGE! And no brbing, because you never actually come back!!

Ikr?

So, where can we start?

! Hey So do you want to start or do you want me to?

I can start, just gimme a minute!

Kayden zipped up the baggy navy blue sweatshirt, his damp hair from the shower dripping at the ends. He slunk out and closed the cabin door behind him with a quiet clique.
As he began to jog, he passed the soccer field, the trail, and finally came to the small pond. He didn't plan on swimming in it, because being too close to Elliot was dangerously tempting, but he somehow still wore his swimming trunks. He sat at the edge and stared up at the clouded moon.

Elliot: I pulled a sweater over my tank top and put on a pair of shorts, walking to the pond, step by excruciating step. I saw Kayden in the distance and couldn't help but smile to myself. When I got to him, my cheeks were flushed and I had to work hard to meet his eyes. "Hey," I said softly.

Kayden met her gaze breifly, and decided he had better get straight to the point.
"Elliot, where do we stand, together?"

Elliot: I let out a choked noise mixed with disbelief. "What do you mean? You have a girlfriend," I said, my eyes darting nervously. I wanted to be the one who took her place, who spent nights in the grass with him, talking just to hear our voices.

Kayden spoke softly, "You know what I mean. You know what happened last year."
He stood up in front of her.
"Where does this leave us?"
His mind went blank.