It's the summer you turned 18, therefore your final year of being eligible for a summer camp. Every year you would go to different summer camps to spend the entire summer there because your hometown was just that boring.

You packed a suitcase and got on the bus that took you to the summer camp - excited to enjoy your summer, but dreading the fact that it was your last.

Once you arrived, you were sorted into different rooms; you shared a room with two other people. It seemed that those two were friends already and you didn't end up talking to them much on this first day.

It was your first night at the camp, and it was this camp's tradition to have a party to commemorate the beginning of this summer with them.

As you stand within the smaller crowd of people, just idly moving to the music, you notice a taller male - his ginger hair sticking out even in the dimness of the room.

He seemed to notice you too.

The two of you held eye contact for a few moments, not even realising how long it had been, but you couldn't pull your eyes away.

He slowly approached you and for some reason (despite not knowing this guy at all) your heart started to beat a little faster.

He came up to you, gently pulling your wrist into a less populated section of the room. He had a smile on his face - it wasn't necessarily warm, but it wasn't sharp and smug either.

He opened his mouth to speak, he seemed almost desperate? Desperate to talk to you, even though you were complete strangers.

"Hi.."