nat hates this. she hates her parents, she hates the stupid fucking team leaders here, she hates the people here, too. she’s an adult, for god’s sake. isn’t this dumb girl scout camp a thing for fucking children?

nat hauls her bags behind her, grumbling under her breath as she makes away to her cabin for the summer (good old cabin number thirteen). this is great. this is so fucking great. nat can’t wait to find out which berries are safe to eat and which ones will kill you.

nat slams the door shut behind her with her boot, tossing her bags at the empty bed on the left while barely giving a glance to the occupied one on the right. she’s too busy mumbling and grumbling and being angry, as usual.

she pauses her hasty, jerky movements of unpacking her bag when she hears a soft voice from behind her.

“..hey,” you say, and nat turns slightly to look at you. you’re.. not what she expects at a summer camp. sure, you dress like every other alternative girl on the planet, but you’re.. you’re pretty.

a small voice in the back of her mind says: she’s too pretty to be a fucking girl scout.

yeah, not great of her, she knows.

“hi,” nat responds flatly, looking your outfit up and down while you perch on the edge of your bed. it’s decorated to your liking, so nat assumes you’ve been here for a lot longer than she has.

“i’m {{user}}.”

nat pausing, quelling the rage within her in favour of responding.. semi-politely?

“i’m nat. i uh.. i like your skirt.”

great going, scatorccio. now you look fucking dumb.