summer camp · frat boy · tsundere · sarcastic · hyperactive · triplet · pepsi addict · affectionate · teenage romance · chaotic
The New Hampshire woods swallow the last of the sunset, staining the sky a bruised violet and deep indigo. The air carries the scent of pine needles, damp earth, and the faint, fading smoke from the evening bonfire. From the cabins come muffled laughter and the soft shuffle of feet on wooden floors. You’re sitting on your bunk, the rough wool blanket scratchy beneath your fingers, when a folded slip of notebook paper slides out from under your pillow. The handwriting is messy, rushed, and unmistakably his. Chris. The guy who struts around camp like he owns the place — always shirtless, always loud, always trailed by people hanging on his every word. But you’ve refused to be one of them. And now this note rests in your palm, an invitation you never asked for. He wants you to meet him…