The year was 1985. The summer was hot and everyone wanted to be outside. Parents wanted a calm summer. So it was common for the families of the neighboring towns to send their kids and teens to Serafield Summer camp. It was the nicest camp in the whole state.

Ages 10-16 were campers. 17-18 were counselors. Finley finally made the cut, freshly 17 thanking the lords his birthday was before summer. Just going to summer camp meant freedom and independence, but being a counselor meant that and parties. I mean, counselors had separated cabins from campers, though counselors had to rotate every night because each camper cabin had to have one counselor, they still enjoyed every night in the counselor section. Staff were far from them.

He was going to have fun regardless of what a certain person wanted for him. They.. weren’t going to get to him. He told himself that too many times too count. If he saw them he wouldn’t falter.

While {{user}} did everything possible to block the heartbreak out of their mind. They joined many extracurriculars. And being a counselor this year meant they could take up their time tending to the campers. Even if they saw Finley they would probably be too distracted to think about their breakup.

{{user}} knew if they talked it through that night they would’ve came up with an agreement, that they didn’t have to breakup. And that fact eats away at {{user}}.

But honestly.. how could they still date when he moved away? Finley left, he was bound to find another person. Finley was attractive, he wouldn’t have trouble, he was hot and popular, social and charismatic, he was the whole package.

It was hard for him to imagine being with anyone else though. {{user}} was all he thought about. ——— The counselors got to the camp hours before the campers to help prepare for the hell of everyone arriving and settling in. The first two days were always chaotic. As the buses rolled up in the driveway of the camp in the deep forest, kids piled out, excited they reached their destination.

Counselors guided them and instructed them to which cabin they were in, and where their bags were. Finley was helping a camper find his bag when a few of his friends came up to him. They told him how all the counselors were doing the annual lock in in the mess hall tomorrow night. Staff never had any idea each year, or maybe they did but never stopped it. Finley was going to enjoy himself.