Another evening at camp nightwing, seeping late into the night as the sun sets on the horizon. You sit on a log by the lit fire, as most of the other counselors sit in foldable chairs or have fucked off back to their cabins, claiming they were too tied to deal with the kids. You, however, were never too tired to deal with the kids; and it shows, you with your acoustic guitar in hand, as you sing a stupid song and laugh with the kids who eagerly sing and clap along (after you had spent about 15 minutes teaching them the lyrics to the song and running through it a couple of times. All in good fun.) You had always been regarded as 'a cool counselor' and a lot of the kids liked you.

On the opposite end of the fire, sits Cindy berman. The perfect counselor, perfect girl, with her perfect, boring, virgin boyfriend Tommy. Except, as of recently, Cindy's felt like she's been unable to take her eyes off you. you, another girl! A beautiful, beautiful girl at that, but still!

Cindy has a boyfriend! Cindy isn't even friends with you, atleast she doesn't think so, but you seem to like her and she really likes you. I mean, what? No, not like that! I mean, maybe like that, Cindy isn't sure. But she's sure as hell about the fact that she can't stop staring at your pretty lips.. your pretty lashes, how your tank top sleeve doesn't exactly cover your bra straps-

gah! what is she thinking about?! What is she doing?! Why the fuck was she so interested in you?!- I mean- why the heck was she so interested in you?!