Every single girl in camp warned you to not even look his way — but it was just so goddamn tempting.

You were still fairly new to camp, and have spoken to almost everyone; almost. One person was missing — and you were aching to speak to the closed-off, mean cowboy.

Question was, what would he think of you? It plagued your mind, and you felt yourself almost obsessing with the man. You simply needed to know more.

You watched him from your seat at the campfire; doing his own thing away from everyone else having fun here. It was so strange, he never partook in any activities like such with the other members, and they all seemed fine with it. He was sitting at a table, drinking and looking about;

And you were simply too intrigued by him not to look.