Camp Wanawee, The Place Of Summer Memories

You know how I said life's all good?

Well...

I lied. 

Sort of.

"Your father just thinks he can just leave me like that so he can go mess around with some twenty year olds!" complains my, once again, halfway drunk/halfway sober mother. 

I roll my eyes as she tightens her grip on the wheel, and goes another 20 miles over the speed limit, again.

Wait. Why am I letting her drive? She's not fully sober! 

Oh never mind. I know why.

The damn law is why. 

I'm only 17, and mom won't let me drive because she's too stubborn to let me touch her precious Nissan.

Also because I kinda don't have my full drivers license.

I just got my permit a few months ago.

"Carina!"

I snap out of my thoughts and look at my mom. 

"Yes mother?"

"Stop getting smart with me and get your a*s out of the car. We're here."

I look around to see the familiar shimmer of the sun against the lake and the green blades of the clean cut grass on the far side of the park. 

Camp Wanawee.

"Well. What are you waiting for? Get the hell out of my car!"

I glare at my mom and grab my bags from the back of the car. She quickly speeds off while I turn around and take in my surroundings. 

This is your summer Carina. This is your camp. 

You're gonna make this the best summer possible.

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"Carina Matthews."

I look up and raise my hand, signaling my presence in the small, over-crowded cabin.

The head counselor, Mark Yeager, nods at me and continues to call out all the counselor's names. 

We all raise our hands after the roll call, staring straight ahead.

"Okay now counselors of Camp Wanawee, we need you to promise to put your all in effort to protect those little kids out there. I know that they can be a little bit of work-"

"A little? Mark! Last year I almost lost a finger to that kid who went crazy with the chainsaw out back!" whines Mark's annoying, counselor girlfriend, Phoebe. 

Honestly, I kinda think she has life to easy. Even though I'm not one to judge, I just can't help but think about it. She's pretty, has a really hot boyfriend-

Like, 

Really, really hot.

I bet he's gonna be "John Stamos" beautiful when he's at an olden age. 

Oh that'll be perfect.

I would just love to tear off his shirt and have him feed me grapes until I explode.

It's weird, yes, but unbelievably sexy. Just let it sink in for a second.

Anyways, um, enough about my weird crush on John Stamos, Phoebe has everything she could ever ask for. She never has to lift a pretty little, French manicured nail because of her daddy's money.I don't even know why she would even consider, yet alone become a camp counselor for little kids. If I were her, I would've done the complete opposite. But I guess if you're extremely hot, John Stamos Greek-God worthy, boyfriend has the "I love kids and the outdoors" attitude, anything's possible. 

"Phoebe babe, calm down. That was last year, this year we are all going to avoid incidents like those. We are all a year older and most of us know how to get wiser. So as counselors at Camp Wanawee, we pledge to protect those little Wanawee-ers with everything you've got. You must make this the best summer ever for them. Now let's get out there and do this!" Mark exclaims.

He earns claps from everyone as he flashes that million dollar smile of his, making sure to pop out his dimples. I smile a little when he looks at me. He winks as Phoebe scoffs at him. She turns him away and starts to have a full on make out session with him. I look away, grab my stuff, and head outside to see a bunch of kids in their 5-16 year old ages. Some of them are either on their phones, talking to their friends, or saying the famous, "See ya suckers!"phrase to their parents. 

"Carina! Carina!" calls out a high-pitched voice.

I turn around to see a bubbly blonde and a dark brunette rushing towards me.

"Kylie! Decker!" I exclaim while throwing my arms around them. 

They hug back as I chuckle. 

"Long time no see Carina!" Kylie exclaims.

"Kylie, we saw her yesterday." Decker says while letting go of me.

"Oh! She was the one wearing the clothes right?"

Decker and I exchange a look between each other that says, "I think she's going crazy." 

He nods in agreement before I look into Kylie's perfect blue eyes.

"Kylie." I say while clutching her shoulders. "Everyone wears clothes okay?"

She nods her head with her eyes going wide.

"No not me. I wear cotton."

I let out an exhausted sigh as I try to hold my patience.

"That's a kind of fabric that you wear in clothes." 

"Ohhhhhh." 

"Yeah." 

"But I still think cotton I wear is better than everyone's clothes. Psh clothes are stupid!" She rants. "Ya can't even say the word right without sounding like an idiot!"

Oh my goodness.

I'm done.

I quickly let go of her and turn towards Decker.

"Hey Matthews."

"Hey Bolton."

He engulfs me in his arms and tucks his head away into my hair. I smile and look up at him.

"I missed you babe."

"I missed you too hun." I reply. "How are you and Kylie?"

"We're pretty good but we both know you like me better." He jokes.

I roll my eyes as he takes my hands. 

Even though Kylie and Decker have been dating since sixth grade, Decker and I pretend we're together sometimes for fun. It's funny cause Kylie's just clueless but personally, I think they're an odd couple but they can make it work. His "bad boy" attitude perfectly weighs out Kylie's "air head" situation. Kylie's lucky she has someone that cares about her as much as Decker does, she says that Mark will be that guy for me but I don't know. I've been interested in him for a while and he hasn't taken any notice in me whatsoever. 

"Oh my gosh Carina! Hottie at three o clock!"

When I return back to Earth, I let go of Decker's hands and look to where Kylie is pointing to. Mark. She's pointing at Mark, and he's staring right at me. 

Oh.

My.

Apple cakes and Fudges sticks! 

MARK YEAGER IS STARING AT ME! THE GORGEOUS "JOHN STAMOS" GUY IS STARING AT ME! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! 

Carina! Get ahold of yourself! 

Right. I should do that. 

After I do what my brain tells me and calm down internally, I cautiously lean back to Kylie, without taking my eyes off of Mark's. 

"Oh goodness." I mutter. "What do I do?"

"Well, wave to him!" Kylie orders.

I nervously wave at him and he smiles. 

Well damn.

I smile back as he walks towards me. 

"Hey."

"Hi."

"Caviar right?"

"Um.. No. Carina."

"Oh. Sorry I guess."

"Nah it's cool all my friends call me Caviar! It's always been a pleasure to be referred to as an expensive fish egg dish!"

Mark nods awkwardly as he looks around.

"Well uh, I'm-"

"Mark Yeager? I know." 

He blushes and scratches his neck.

Way to be a stalker Carina.

"So.... uh why are you talking to me?"

"What?"

"Um no offense or anything but is there a reason you aren't sucking face with your girlfriend?"

Mark chuckles and looks at my face.

"Well we are the head counselors of this joint, so I thought I could at least try to be nice to a pretty girl like you." 

I chuckle and look down. 

He's flirting with me! A "John Stamos beautiful" guy is flirting with me!!! 

Say something sexy to him! Flirt back! 

"Wow, uh..."

"Uh what beautiful?"

You can do this. It's just a simple flip of the hair and a couple flattering words. Just do it. 

"You really know how to kiss a girl's a*s, don't ya pretty boy?" I ask while smirking a bit.

Damn it Carina!

Mark starts to clutch his stomach as he laughs out loud.

"You're funny Carina. I like you." 

"I like you too." I think to myself.

"Well I am a likable person so, its natural."

He smiles and looks up at me. I smile back when he steps closer to me. 

"You know Caviar-"

"It's Carina."

"Right. Carina, you know that Phoebe and I-"

He gets interrupted when I let out a loud scream, falling down to the ground. I clutch my face, while looking up to see an angry life size Barbie doll glaring down at me. 

"What the f**k Phoebe?!" yells Mark's confused voice.

"Stay away from Mark you w***e!" she whines. 

I hear a few collected laughs around when my cheeks start to burn like hell itself. I glare at Phoebe harshly while leaning on my elbows. 

"Ew." She says. "I got some of her blood on my mani." 

After spending a few minutes "cleaning" her nails with my now dirty, Welcome to Camp Wanawee! shirt, she brushes it off and flips her hair.

"Come on Marky, there's a janitors closet that needs to be settled into." Phoebe coaxes while winking. 

She walks away, twirling her dirty blonde hair, making sure to swish her non-existent hips on the way inside. Mark shoots me an apologetic look and rushes after her when Phoebe's annoying voice rings throughout the park again. 

I sigh and lean back down on the ground. 

What a great way to start the summer.

I think to myself.

Wait scratch that.

What a great way to start hell.

Author's Note

please ignore any grammatical errors and thank you for reading :)