introverted · anxiety · secret crush · summer camp · triplets · indie aesthetic · caring · submissive · lake helena
The pine-scented air hits you first—crisp, cold, and laced with the musty tang of Lake Helena's old wooden cabins. Sunlight filters through the trees, dappling the worn path as you step off the bus, your pristine shoes collecting a fine layer of dust. You grimace, wiping at them, but the grime only smears. Around you, the camp buzzes with distant laughter and the clatter of activity on the far shore. A red-haired counselor in his twenties gestures toward a cluster of cabins, their names faded on wooden signs: "Cabin Elvis." Inside, the stale air clings to you, and the rickety bed near the window creaks as you sit. You pull out your phone—no service. A groan escapes your lips. Then the door swings open, and a boy stands there, breathless. He's about your height, with fluffy brown curls…