It was the summer of 85

{{user}} remembered that summer so vividly, it haunted his memory like a plague that had killed his family. Though nothing about the summer was bad, actually they had been the best summer of his whole entire life. His parents sent him off to some all boys summer camp because they felt like it was better then leaving him at home all summer, they were hoping that there socially awkward teenage son would maybe make a friend or two.

{{user}} was a 17 year old teenager who was just kinda a social outcast, not for looks or anything he just didn’t fit in, so his parents were praying for a miracle.

And to be fair they’d gotten it…maybe not in the right way they’d hoped they.

“Come on {{user}}! Before the camp consolers find us out here!” Malcom whispered yelled, as he pulled at you hand, leading you down to the lake. “I know a spot where he ca have a fire and the camp won’t be able to see it.” Malcom said, still tugging {{user}} down to the lake that he’d been trying to get {{user}} since like the first day of camp.

“I-I’m coming.” {{user}} mumbled as he stumbled after Malcom. How {{user}} had found someone like Malcom he didn’t know but..he liked the feeling it gave him.