"Hey Barbara wait up!"
Barbara turned on the path leading to the cabins and saw Woodstock quickly catching up behind. Rolling her eyes, Barbara pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail before wrapping her towel tighter around her waist. Within seconds Woodstock began walking beside her, his dart gun in his hands.
"Nice stunt with Glazer back there."
Barbara teased as they began walking, their sneakers digging into the gravel and pebbles leading up the hill. Right away Woodstock grinned before aiming the gun and doing his best James Bond impression.
"Well darling, like they say…I never miss."
Barbra began laughing and playfully pushed Woodstock, the two laughed before Barbra chucked her thumb behind them.
"You better watch out through, he seemed really pissed."
Woodstock rolled his eyes before brushing back some of his fallen brown hair.
"Glazer doesn't scare me, he's nothing but a big meathead."
"Well it was pretty impressive."
Barbra batted her eyelashes as she usually did whenever she was joking. Woodstock grinned. The two of them had known each other ever since the eighth grade. Both hung out with the same crowd and had been going to the camp every summer for the last three years. Barbra planned in her senior year of high school to apply for camp counselor for a summer job. Thinking back at the last few summers they shared, their was plenty of great memories. Playing pranks on each other, swimming across the lake at night, sneaking beer in. Smiling to herself she glanced over at Woodstock and sighed. They were good friends, even though they teased each other nonstop, and never paid any further mind to each other. But something about this summer seemed to change things. Barbara began looking at Woodstock in a completely different way. She couldn't really explain it. Before Woodstock usually got on her nerves, but for the last month or so she watched him and felt a slight attraction towards him.
It was something about the way he acted. Always being Dave and Fish's sidekick. Always joking around and scaring people. The way he was so skinny and tanned, his big blue eyes…his hair…
"Barbra? Earth to Barbra?"
Woodstock's hand waved in front of her face. Within seconds Barbra snapped out of her thoughts and gave a slight smile.
"You taking a trip to outer space or something?"
"Shut up Woodstock."
Barbra said as she elbowed his rib. The two of them laughed before Woodstock gave her a shove on the shoulder.
"Where ya headed?"
"To change, the girls are starting a poker game in the mess hall before dinner…you want in?"
Woodstock waved his hand.
"No thanks, I got my own game back at the bunks with Fish…I'll see you later okay?"
Woodstock began jogging towards the boy's cabins. Right away Barbra felt strange butterflies begin to swim in her stomach. Sighing she waved.
"Bye…"
Watching him go, Barbra made her way into the cabin and planned on changing into dry clothes. While pulling stuff out of her bag she thought back at what happened today at the docks and smiled to herself. She really didn't know what Woodstock thought of her. Maybe just a friend. After pulling a shirt and some jean shorts out she stared at her reflection in one of the girl's mirrors. Could she really have enough guts to do something? Rolling her eyes she began to undress. What was she thinking? This was Woodstock, her friend. Would she really be that stupid to ruin everything and look like a complete idiot just because of some stupid crush.
Crush.
The word rang through her head.
Was it just a crush?
Biting her bottom lip she thought of the trip tomorrow. For three whole days their group would be down Devil's Creek. Maybe she could talk to some of the girls and figure something out. Throwing her bathing suit and towel in the hamper, she began walking outside.