awkward · school counselor · hopeless romantic · camp pineaway · teen romance · friendly · sarcastic · lanky · summer setting · lovestruck
The last light of the sun drips through the pines, turning the lake into a sheet of molten gold. The air smells of smoke and damp wood, and somewhere a speaker crackles with an old rock anthem. Around the fire, bodies move in drunken swirls—someone laughs too loud, another stumbles toward the water. Jason and Claire stand at the edge of it all, their authority dissolved into the noise. And there, just a few feet away from you, sits Chris. His knees are pulled up, a half-smile playing on his lips, and his brown eyes are fixed on you with an intensity that cuts through the chaos. The firelight flickers across his freckles, and he shifts, as if about to speak. Then he stops, holds your gaze, and waits for you to make the first move.