So I decided that I couldn't wait any longer for you guys to start reading my new story. Up until yesterday the first thing you guys were going to read what Chapter 1... but after looking at the first chapter I realized something was missing and thus the prologue came and now I think it'll make the story as a whole better.
I want to thank everyone who story alerted this and I hope you guys like the prologue! I can't wait to see what you guys think :-D
Prologue
Waterbug laughed as she watched Wildcat spinning around in the rain. The summer rain storm had sent everybody into the mess hall for a day of indoor games, but Wildcat-the outdoor activities director-had stayed outside.
"You're crazy Wildcat." She watched from her spot underneath the covered porch of the staff house.
"Join me." He stopped spinning and his blue eyes met hers with a look of sincerity.
"It's almost dinner, Wildcat. We'll be soaked."
"So? Unless you're a waterbug that doesn't like water…"
She cautiously took a step into the rain and pushed her hair back out of her face as the rain pounded down on her. He smiled and held out his hand to her. She took it and squealed with laughter when he spun her into his arms so they were standing eye to eye. He made the first move and their lips crashed against each other for the first time.
The sound of the dinner bell ringing broke them apart and he groaned as he pressed his forehead against hers.
"Meet me here at midnight."
She nodded and they hurried to the mess hall holding hands. They dropped each others hands before they entered the mess hall, she went to sit with a group of female campers that had requested her to sit with them at dinner while he went to sit with a group of male campers.
They met that night and every night after that at midnight, often spending their time alone together in the boat house. On the eve of her birthday, he took her out for a moonlit canoe ride and they made love in the middle of the man-made lake.
They weren't as sly as they thought they were being and soon everybody at the camp knew that they were dating. The young girl campers thought the relationship was romantic while the boys gave Wildcat a look of disgust whenever he was seen talking to Waterbug.
It was camp policy to only go by your chosen camp name and Wildcat and Waterbug had decided to follow camp rules and wait until the last day of camp to reveal their real names. They took it one step farther and didn't tell each other where they were from either.
The last day of camp came sooner for Waterbug then everyone else when news of an emergency back home came in the wee hours of the morning. She was gone-without saying goodbye to anyone-before the sun was up.
Wildcat had been devastated that she hadn't even left a note saying goodbye. So when a letter arrived from her during the final week of camp, he used it to start a bonfire for their final campfire instead of reading it. He knew he would never see her again and didn't want to know who she really was. She would always be his Waterbug.