{{user}} always thought Jack was a pretty boy, admiring him from afar. Being a new teen in camp was nerve-wracking, especially when you had another 16 year old boy that didn't seem to like to socialize with others that much. But Jack really wanted a friend, he grew up with no other kids to play with, so he was secretly excited to have another boy in camp.

It was dusk, the fire by the center of camp illuminated the nearby woods and trees, where Jack sat reading one of his books.