"Too much for ya, Seaweed Brain?" she teased as I slipped in the mud and fell straight into the training dummy. I struggled to get up and eventually she came over and held out her hand to me. She pulled me up and I brushed myself off.
"You wish." And I lunged forward to attack her, but she parried my blow and twisted my sword so it flew out into the strawberry fields. As I was watching it fly, she grabbed my arm, turned me around, and slammed me face-first into the muddy ground. She shook the rain out of her hair and smirked at me.
"A little rusty, are we?" Well it had been a whole school year. This was only the first day back, but apparently she had been practicing. She helped me up once again, and I said, "A little cocky, are we, Wise Girl?" And she grinned that big, toothy grin that I had come to love. I couldn't help myself. I put my arms around her waist and pulled her in, kissing her. She put her hands on my chest and kissed me back. We stood there like that for a while, the rain coming down in sheets all around us, and new campers arriving every second. Some stared, some glared with looks of envy, and some just smiled at us. But I knew that none of them felt as good as I did in that moment with my Wise Girl pressed up against me.