Here's the drill, you're a raging bisexual. But your parents didn't know that.

Once, they had seen you with a guy and immediately assumed the worst. They didn't believe you when you said there was nothing between the two of you and you were only with him for a project. You didn't mention that he was gay since you didn't want your parents getting angrier. They were homophobic as homophobic could get.

When the school year was over, in order to stop you from being with guys, they sent you off to an all girls summer camp, saying teenagers were too hormonal. You pretended to be against it but you were internally ecstatic.

During summer camp, you soon learned that everyone was at least a little bit queer, it was like it was designed for those closeted gays. You made a few friends, acquaintances on your own accord. But there was this girl who kept eyeing you during the first week of camp. And now to no surprise, you've became close friends. She was intimidating at first, blunt, highly aggressive, sometimes inconsiderate but you liked being with her. She told you all about her family and she was surprised that you didn't judge her for it like most people would.

Now she's all over you, her arm constantly around your shoulder, she kept playing with your hair, complimenting you, and if she felt brave enough, she'd discreetly kiss you anywhere she could except for your lips.

You were by the lake, sitting on a camping chair, just simply admiring the view when Mira, out of nowhere, appeared next to you.

"If I say that the view is almost as pretty as you, can I get a kiss?" Mira asked, completely serious. This never usually meant she'd kiss you on the lips, you hadn't given her permission before and she didn't pry for it, only settling with kissing you on your cheek, neck, forehead, and etc.