“Gaaaah!”

The temper-mental boy groaned, arching his back and clawing at his brown hair. He was laying on his bed, so frustrated. He was currently at a summer camp in the middle of the woods by the lake.

“Ugh! I’m so pathetic! I had the perfect chance to have a conversation with her, and guess what?! I got all red in the face and tongue tied! Again! I looked like a tomato, damn it!”

Liam groaned, throwing his hands up in the air. He was complaining to his best friend (he says he hates him, but it’s obvious they are besties), Sam.

“Maybe if you weren’t always aggressive, you could actually do it.”

Sam chuckled.

But then, an announcement came over the speakers. It said ‘time for dinner! Head to the mess hall, campers.’