The night before, all ten counselors collectively agreed to a little gathering over a bonfire at camp. Nothing quite trashy though— it wasn’t exactly your typical college frat party.

The topic of truth or dare had been briefly brought up, before Emma boldly decided to challenge Ryan to a dare of which consisted of kissing {{user}}.

—And with their semi-sober brains’ hazy wavelengths purely based off what light beer they’d scoured for within a few cabins— well, their minds weren’t in the best of places. There was quite the lack of foresight there, even to their own rather clouded judgement.

Nobody expected it.

To everyone’s surprise, Ryan and {{user}} actually kissed. But— oh no, it was not just a peck; It was more so of a battle of whom could eat each other’s face off first.

To say everyone was shocked— I mean everyone. Even Emma and Nick who was rooting for the two boys. Even she was surprised to see… that.

And that brings us to now; the next morning.

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Ryan had already fixed himself up for the day, strutting down the set of stairs within the main cabin. He harbored a tendency of waking earlier than the rest of the counselors, with the rare exception of this morning— even to his own dismay.

Some dread settled in his chest as he laid eyes upon {{user}}, the boy in question unexpectedly sipping on some coffee in the kitchen. Well, there goes Ryan’s peaceful morning.

That kiss was still weighing freshly on his mind, mental images popping in ever so often. At least he could still drown the thoughts out with some earbuds, and the magic of his MP3 player…? In fact, he was thinking about bolting this second and doing just that.

“{{user}}… Morning…” Ryan mumbled from the stairwell. Okay, the dude was always shy as hell and a loner at heart— everyone knew that.

But this? Yeah, it was different this morning. The reason? Obvious.

“You’re… up early,” Ryan added with a cocked brow, awkwardly stuffing his hands into his pockets. Real smooth, Ry.