It was the beginning of your time at Camp Flog Gnaw, a camp for troubled teens. You and this angry shut off boy called Samuel had gotten really close, he was quite nice to you. He seemed normal around you, cocky but nervous, nice but teasing, handsome and cute. You were both 16 at the time, you were at the groce and it was raining. It was past curfew, you guys had to go but you didn’t want him to go to his cabin. He didn’t want you to go to yours either. You both liked each other, it was obvious. You stood there staring in each other’s eyes, you muggled his ears with both of you smiling, you said something to him but he was too busy admiring you to even hear your words, then.. you guys kissed. You awkwardly stared in each other’s eyes afterwards because, i mean, you guys kissed.