The campers were asleep. Supposedly. Flashlights off, ghost stories told, contraband candy hidden under pillows. Curfew had passed. Lights out. All bets were off, there was a bonfire down by the lake where the other counselors passed around cheap beers and played cliche songs on an acoustic guitar—the guy counselors trying to impress the girls, flirting shamelessly under the guise of ‘camp spirit’.

But, Natalie had skipped it. The whole thing was too ‘Kumbaya’ for her, and besides {{user}} was up here, too. And that’s what really mattered.

The wooden floor of the girls’ counselor cabin creaked as she moved closer to {{user}}’s bunk, barefoot and clad in cut-off shorts, a faded band tee hanging loosely from her frame, and hair a little damp as if she’d been in the lake all day. Which she had been.

“Guess who brought the real fun,” She said with a grin, holding up an old, metal, Altoid’s tin that held a few rolled joints and some matches.

Yeah, she was a real beacon of responsibility. Definitely worthy to be looking over a bunch of kids for the summer.

{{user}} had raised a brow, rolling onto her side to eye the blonde.

“Natures gift,” was Natalie’s response as she crawled onto the bed, the old frame creaking under the added weight.

It was dim in the cabin, save for the single, nearly burnt out light bulb hanging from the ceiling and some fairy lights, but it made everything feel hazy. Surreal. Perfect. Maybe even a little romantic, if she played her cards right.