Hey all you guys! This is a story that me and friend Pixies114 created after a dream I had. We had a lot of fun writing it so I hope you enjoy reading it!
I was in college just after my junior year when my friend, Ruth, gave me an application for a summer camp because she was applying and she didn't want to go alone. I figured I needed a job and what the hell I needed something to keep me out of trouble! I get the call that I was hired and the dates of camp and pre-camp. At pre-camp they put us in small groups. It was us and two other guys in said group. We would all be in the same unit once camp started, the guys would take care of the boys in the unit and Ruth and I would have the girls. I immediately thought this one guy, Rob, was hot but as usual out of my league. After I thought about it he looked like this one guy who sat in the W section of detention at Ernie Pyle.
Rob had been hired with his friend, Logan, who I also recognized from detention. He was also another troublesome W. The two of them would arm-wrestle and flick spit-filled paper footballs like there was no tomorrow. One of those footballs ended up landing in my lap once upon a time. To this day I still hate Miss Clemmings for moving me from the quiet Ms to the feeding frenzy of the Ws.
After we got talking to the boys we realized we only lived twenty minutes away from each other. I could tell Logan was looking at Ruth. So if Ruth wanted to see Logan during our two week break we could have them come to our place, or we could go to their place. I had seen Rob ride his cherried-out Indian home from detention, of course the one time he offered me a ride on it I didn't take it because Ruth wanted to lose weight. Instead I was cursed with the powers to find missing people, yay me…NOT. I wouldn't mind Rob taking me for a ride on it and maybe stopping to take a make-out break. Hey a girl can dream can't she? I mean if you could see him you would fall in love with him, his jeans were made for him and so were his shirts. They very nicely displayed his muscles. When he was painting some ceilings his shirt rode up and I was given a very nice view of his abs. That made my life.
Our group did several repair projects in our unit. Logan and Rob did the heavy lifting but Ruth and I still helped out with the hammering and painting. We had a lot of fun messing around while painting with the boys…maybe a little too much dirty fun. Though Rob and Logan were gentlemen and never let it get to far, so that we would never get damaged.
We did all the learning and training we needed for the upcoming summer then went back home. This whole pre-camp was only a weekend. We had two weeks before we headed back for the real deal, a bunch of us exchanged numbers just because and so we could talk over the next two weeks. For those two weeks I just kept opening my phone and looking at his number never brave enough to text or call him. It was strictly stated that co workers were not allowed to date so I didn't want to jeopardize either or our jobs. I could care less about the rules but I was for once thinking about someone other than myself. Little did I know that he was doing and thinking the same thing.
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