"Yo, Stiles, do you have a minute?"
Stiles looked up from his book at his best friend in the world. Scott stood in his cabin's doorway wearing the same green camp t-shirt as Stiles and his signature easy smile. "Yeah man, what's up?"
"One of my campers left his inhaler in the woods. Can you get away for a second to help me look?" Scott responded.
"Yep, my co-counselor is watching the kids anyway." It was only day 2, but Stiles was already loving daily nap time. He shut his book and followed Scott out the doorway.
It was a beautiful summer day, and all of the campers were in their cabins asleep. Not a cloud was in the sky, the birds were chirping, and Stiles didn't realize how lucky he was to have picked this camp. Northern California wasn't too different from Beacon Hills in the southern half of the state, but it was still a nice change of scenery.
"Man, this camp is the best. Have you had the juice boxes in the dining hall yet? They're so big!" said Stiles.
"Nah, I haven't tried them yet," replied Scott, frowning.
"Hey! What's up? We're in the freaking woods at a camp miles away from home! You can't still be thinking about Allison, can you?"
Scott's frown remained. "I mean, it's not like I had much warning."
"You knew she had been talking about splitting up after graduation. You aren't even going to the same school in the fall anyway."
"Yeah, but…" Scott trailed off.
Stiles sighed, "Alright, where are we going anyway?"
Scott lead Stiles down one of the paths his cabin had been down that morning. "It should be somewhere around here, I think," he said as he stopped and bent down.
"Are you sure? I don't see it anywhere around."
"I could have sworn this was it."
Scott continued looking through the grass while Stiles sighed again. Stiles stood in place and looked up and around the path they were on until he jumped. There, twenty feet away, was a large man in a gray camp t-shirt. Stiles immediately tapped Scott on the shoulder, urging him to get up. Scott took one look up, had the same jump, and got to his feet as quickly as he could. The man in the gray t-shirt began approaching.
"What are you doing here?" he asked in an accusatory tone.
Scott was dazed, but Stiles couldn't help thinking 'Oh God, he's hot. Oh God, he's hot. Why didn't I brush my teeth before I came out here? How did I sweat so much walking in the woods? Oh God.'
"Huh?" the man prompted, snapping Stiles out of it. "You're supposed to be watching your kids."
'Words! Words!' Stiles's brain screamed. Scott was being useless, and Stiles had to act fast if he wanted a shot with this guy.
"Uhh, sorry man, we didn't know," came out of Stiles's mouth.
"Yeah, we were just looking for something," assured Scott.
The man's eyebrows went up.
"But, forget it," said Scott in a defeated tone.
Derek stood there for a second, watching Scott. Then, he pulled an inhaler out of his pocket and tossed it to him.
"Don't let me catch you two out of your cabins during nap time again," the man said as he left down the path.
Scott and Stiles were stunned for a moment, but Scott eventually said, "Alright man, let's get to work," in the same defeated tone.
"Dude! No! You can't just mope around here all summer. One of the best parts of leaving is moving on from whatever you're leaving. Don't you get that?"
Scott sighed, "At least we found the inhaler."
Still looking in the direction of the strange man, Stiles responded, "Yeah, we found something..."