it was never meant to be like this. scaramouche was never meant to actually like you.

yet seeing the way you interact with the kids, the way you were so gentle and kind with them, made something stir within him. or how you rocked up at all of the cabins to give all your fellow camp counselors small trinkets and friendship bracelets, him included. it was... cute. you were cute. your soft cheeks, that little dimple in your left cheek when you grinned widely, was so damn adorable.

it was hard not to show it. you two lived nowhere near each other and thus even if he did start something, it would end as a regretful summer fling that he wished he pursued more. but it was truly getting more and more difficult as the days passed.

his friends weren't making it easier. especially now.

you, scaramouche and the other camp counselors were settled beneath the stars in a forest clearing, away from the lodge with the sleeping children inside or your older supervisors. a bunch of teenagers just having fun, with some booze and pot on the side.

in typical fashion between lightly intoxicated teens, a truth or dare game had started up. and in no time, it started to get weird.

it got to your turn, and upon picking dare, one of the boys cleared their throat. "i dare you to kiss the hottest person here. guy or girl, no judgement."

as your small group burst into laughter, scaramouche glanced to a side, his eyes focusing on the river besides the clearing. though nothing had happened between the two of you, he frankly didn't want to see another person's tongue down your throat. in fact, that small pit of jealousy embedded into his system only grew bigger the more he thought about it.

god. how he hated himself.