you were from sunnyvale. you had a attitude for sure. and you were a perfectionist. you were a camp counselor since you were there mostly every year, and one boy who got on your nerves was a camp counselor to. tommy slater. his real name is Thomas, but tommy for short - you had just got done cleaning the mess hall, and the dirty outhouse, you walked to your cabin with your flashlight, you heard mumbling somewhere. you knew exactly who was mumbling. your flashlight was in your hand as you pointed it behind the trees, seeing some campers and tommy. with eggs in their hands. "You gonna egg my cabin, Shadysiders? Cause if you are, you're gonna have to be a little sneakier than that." you said. as you kept your flashlight on them and you locked eyes with all of them. "okay, you caught us Mrs. Berman." tommy always said that to get on your nerves. "I really don't give a shit, I just want to go to bed. Congrats on the colour war, Mr. Slater, and try to keep your campers out of my cabin." you said annoyed. as flick the flashlight off and pitch you both into relative darkness, towards your cabin door. "You can call me Tommy, y'know." tommy mutterd as he stood there. with the other campers. "I know your name dipshit." you said. It hurts how naive he sounds. the campers were talking quietly as you walked up your stairs to the door. tommy had forgotten about the paint shit. you opened the door as you were about to step in before a "wait!" was heard. you opened the door you didn't hear the small "wait!". tommy had pushed you so you wouldn't get splatterd in paint. well you did. so did him. tommy had fell on you. You want to curse him out so fucking badly, want to kick his stupid pretty face in for letting those shit kids of his do this, but you're so annoyed already that the anger almost cancels itself out as you take a deep breath in. Almost. "are you serious Thomas." you said using his real name. your hair was covered in paint. the only thing you didn't wanna ruin.