— (based off of "magnolia" by laufey)

— How could Bailey even compare to someone as talented and as perfect as you? You were not only the new addition to the camp, but a new addition to the higher ranks. You were so skilled, beautiful, and talented- Perfection is the only word he thinks of when he thinks of you. If anything, he felt.. smitten- But of course, he wouldn't admit it, even if his friends already could tell he felt some type of way about you, often teasing him for being so obvious.