Full length summary: When Isabella Swan graduates from her high school in Phoenix, her parents decide to send her, along with her cousin Ashley, to a summer camp in Forks, WA. Bella couldn't hate it more. She doesn't like the idea of spending months away with over talkative, overactive Ashley. But when Bella meets gorgeous Edward Cullen, one of the camp guides, she finds herself attracted to him in every possible way. A few days into her stay at the camp, however, Bella is kissed after passing out drunk. She doesn't see the face of her kisser, but this is a kiss she cannot forget. She finds herself torn between her attraction to Edward and the owner of the perfect lips she so desperately seeks to feel once more.
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This is based on my story on YouTube. Based, I say, not identical.
I don't own the characters, though, those are all Stephenie Meyer's! With a few exceptions, of course.
Additional notes: Out of Character, Alternative Universe, All Human, Alternating POV
Chapter 1
Bella's POV
Ugh. This summer will suck. Yes, summer means vacation and that is supposed to be fun, isn't it? But I stick with my original thought: this summer will suck. Do you want to know why? My parents decided sending me to a summer camp was a cool way to celebrate my graduating from high school. So I was going to some ridiculous camp whilst my classmates were all getting ready to leave for college.
I sent my applications long ago - including one for Yale, which was my dream university since I was about five - but got nothing back yet. Maybe I wouldn't be accepted after all. But anyway, my parents thought sending me to Forks, Washington, for 75 days would be fun. Maybe it is, but not for someone like me.
I'm more of a loner, you know. I just have one friend: Miles, my gay neighbor. He's a junior, but was in my AP physics class. Studying brought us together, in spite of our differences. Okay, maybe I shouldn't call him my friend, just a close acquaintance. I'm not sure why he sticks with me, I have to admit to being boring as hell, but I think it's because I accept him for what he is. Miles begged his parents to let him come to Forks with me, but they want him to focus on his studies this summer. Yikes.
My cousin is accompanying me in this trip. My cousin Ashley, aka, my worst nightmare. Why? Well, let's just say that if Barbie was a 17-year-old human girl, Ashley would be her. She wears tons of make-up, is bleached blond, and I've never seen her out of her high heels and pink outfits. She is actually wearing pumps and a pink sundress right now, as she helps me pack up. She also has the annoying habit of trying to boss me around, even though she's only a senior and a year younger than I am.
"Bella! You can't possibly be considering taking this jacket! I'd say it was out of trend, but I'm not sure this was ever trendy," Ashley criticised, taking my folded parka out of my suitcase.
"It's Forks we're talking about, Ashley," I said. "It'll be cold, even it being summer."
"What are your sources?" she inquired.
"Common sense," I replied. "It's nothing like Phoenix up there. I think you'll freeze with the clothes you're taking."
"Will not!" she said.
"Oh, whatever, then. Just shut up for a moment, will you? I can't hear my own thoughts with all your whining," I said, folding my parka again and laying it on top of my other clothes in my suitcase.
"Why are you so grumpy, Bells? Lighten up, this is going to be fun!" she enthused.
"Yeah, Fun. Sure," I muttered, zipping up my suitcase and setting it on the floor, "Camping with Barbie. Yay."
"Do not call me that! You know I hate it when you do," she pouted.
"Yep, I do," I grinned in spite of myself.
With a last look around my bedroom, a medium-sized square with its own bathroom and balcony, I walked out and and carried my suitcase down the stairs.
"Do you think there'll be cute guys in camp?" she asked.
"I don't really care either way," I said.
"Jeez, Bella, you never talk boys. Have you even kissed a guy before?" she rudely asked me.
"What kind of question is that?" I asked, indignant.
"What kind of answer is that?" she retorted.
I considered lying, but what good would it do me anyway? Besides, who cares if she thinks I'm a total moron? "No, I haven't. But I'm not missing out on anything. Who needs exchange of saliva anyway?" I answered.
"Oh my God, Bella! You're 18, for heaven's sake!" she gasped.
"So what? My mother Renee married the first guy she kissed, my dad. I just didn't find the right guy yet, that's all," I told her truthfully.
"And that's my girl!" my dad laughed, taking my suitcase from me when we got to the front door and having heard our little exchange. "Responsible. You should learn a thing or two with her, Ashley."
"No, thanks, Uncle Charlie," she laughed. "I'm good."
"Can your responsible girl make her loving daddy a request?" I asked him.
"Not if it involves not going to camp," he said.
"Damn," I spoke under my breath, walking out the front door to where my mother waited by our Hyundai Tucson.
My dad put my suitcase beside Ashley's hot pink one in the trunk and we drove off.
"Say your goodbyes to Phoenix," my mother smiled, looking back at us from the passenger seat.
"Fare thee well, my fair Phoenix, I shall miss thee!" I dramatised my true feelings as the car moved away from my white house.
The car ride wasn't a long one, but we got to the airport just as the speakers announced our flight. Ashley and I hugged my mother and my father, saying our goodbyes and racing to our gate.
"See you in 75 days," I sighed, as our plane took off.
It was a four-hour flight to Seattle and another hour in a plane to Port Angeles, where we landed at 4:15 p.m.
"Aren't those the camp people?" Ashley asked, pointing to a group of people, all wearing green hoodies that had 'Camp Nightlight' written out in big yellow letters on the back. I also realised most people were teens of about our age, which made me feel incredibly better. One of my greatest fears had been of getting here and finding out it was some educational camp for kids half my age, full of annoyingly energetic guides who made us sing in the bus.
"Yeah, Camp Nightlight, that's the camp," I replied and we walked towards them with our suitcases.
"Excuse me, sir," walked up to the man in the middle of the group and held a clipboard. He had a navy blue sweater on and gelled hair back to reveal a classically handsome face, probably in his early forties. "We're going to Camp Nightlight, too."
"Names, please?" he smiled at me.
"Isabella and Ashley Swan," I told him.
"Oh yes, we were waiting for you two," he made a note and looked at me again with another warm smile. "You are the last pick ups. I'm Carlisle Cullen."
I nodded and smiled. He waved to a woman and she came over. She seemed to be in her early forties, too, and her brown eyes radiated warmth. "Are these the missing girls, honey?" she asked Carlisle.
"Yes. Now let's bring everyone outside," he said, then raised his voice so the whole chatting group could hear him, "We're ready to go to our buses, everyone."
The woman, who said she was named Esme Cullen, gave us Camp Nightlight hoodies and asked us to put them on. We did, though Ashley complained about having it on over her sundress, and followed the group out of the airport.
Four buses waited outside, two of which were already full. Carlisle and Esme divided us into groups and sent us to the remaining buses. Ashley and I got into Bus Number Two, where two girls in their twenties or so awaited us.
"Hey, everyone! Please find a seat so we can leave for camp," one of them said. She was pretty: fair skin, long brown hair and baby blue eyes. Her smile was a mile wide, but not in a fake way. It was the smile of a girl who loved her job.
We sat down and the girl continued, "Good afternoon! I'm Alice Cullen, your guide for this ride. Oh, and there's Rose, also."
The other girl stood up from her seat up front. She looked an year or two older than Alice, and absolutely gorgeous with her cascading blonde hair and hazel eyes. She didn't look as excited and her smile wasn't as genuine as Alice's. "Hey. I'm Rosalie. Now I'll give you the rules you must abide by whilst in camp, so pay close attention," she cleared her throat and spoke clearly, as if she'd said the same words a million times already. "Under no circumstances are you allowed to leave Camp Nightlight premises without prior authorisation. Curfew is at 10:00 p.m., unless there is a party. You are to stay at your rooms at night, no boys allowed in the girls' room and vice-versa." A few people complained about that one, but Rosalie just smiled and carried on. "Camp activities begin at 8:00 a.m., when we'll meet in the main hall, so you must have breakfast before then. No illegal substances or drugs are allowed, of course, and no smoking or alcohol, either." More complaints, and another smile from Rosalie. "There are many facilities in camp, and you may choose not to be part of an activity to use them or just hang out. We have male and female saunas, a gym, indoor and outdoor pools, a small beauty salon and shop, an arcade, laundry rooms, and… well… lots of trees." The people laughed as she finished.
Wow, this camp sounded expensive. What were my parents thinking? They love you, my mind scolded me, the least you can do is try to enjoy your time here. Okay, maybe I could try to… This place didn't sound that bad, after all.
"You guys will have a great time in camp!" Alice grinned, "Now enjoy the ride," she said, sitting down next to Rosalie.
I wanted to look out during the ride, but Ashley was sitting by the window and the little curtains were shut. So when the bus stopped and we stepped out of it, I was surprised. I'm not particularly fond of trees and moss, but I had to admit, it made the place otherworldly beautiful. It wasn't some cot in an uncivilised jungle either, it was all pavemented and primped. The main building was tall and its walls were made of almost just reflective windows, which mirrored the whole scene.
Ashley was jumping up and down beside me, embarrassing the hell out of me. I had to get away from her and her overexcitement or I'd burst. "Ashley, go ahead and find out what room we're assigned to. I'm going to, uh, go… somewhere."
"Bella, take a look at these boys!" she squealed. "It's like an all you can eat buffet!"
I sneaked away from the crowd of Bus Number Two, desperately needing some space. The people from the other buses were also out, some getting their suitcases and other gathered round the guides for the room directions.
I strayed away from the group, nearing the main building, and heard the soothing sound of water cascading on itself. I walked round the building to where the sound seemed to be coming from and found there was an actual cascade behind it, which fell into a small pond. It was beautiful. I went toward it and dipped my hand into the clear waters, not really bothered by the cold temperature, and found myself smiling.
"I don't think you're supposed to be here," a deep voice said from behind me.
I yelped and turned to face the guy who'd caught me. He was a tall, lean figure, casually leaning against the building wall, which was made of concrete, not glass. His tousled hair was an unusual bronze colour, his skin was fair, and his eyes such a piercing green I could easily make them out from where I stood. "Hey," he greeted with the sexiest crooked smile I'd ever seen.
"Hey," I replied, still breathless from the scare. I looked down his length again, seeing he was holding a lit cigarette. "I thought smoking wasn't allowed."
His smiled widened, "I won't tell if you won't. What's your name?"
"Bella… Bella Swan," I replied, wiping my wet hand on my green hoodie.
"You really shouldn't wander off by yourself, Miss Swan," he said, dropping the cigarette and stepping on it to put it out. "It's my duty as a guide to take you back to the group."
Damn, he was a guide. And here I'd been hoping the navy hoodie was just a coincidence. He was young, in his early twenties probably, and that wouldn't be so strange, would it?
I followed him toward the crowd, thinking of something to say. Anything to say. "What's your name?" I settled on at last.
Adonis. Had to be. Or maybe some Greek God... Apollo? "Edward Cullen," he said instead.
