Sorry it's been sooo long, but let's get into it.
Also, in answer to your question, Benny V. in Seattle, no, it's not really normal. Buuttt, in our camp if we had a special request, they didn't seem to mind.
~he's mine~
It was the last night of camp. Nothing had really happened, but Freddie and Sam had grown closer, they hadn't thought it possible, but here they were. Brad and Gibby were devising a plan to get the two obvious love-birds together again. They were kind of panicking though, they hadn't accomplished anything Sam and Freddie had not managed themselves.
Now, they were sitting on a log, around the special "last night campfire." Admittedly, Sam and Freddie were sitting a little closer together than was necessary (that meaning Sam's legs draped over Freddie's lap, his arm wrapped around her shoulders.)
Everything was going really well. They had sang songs (even Sam had went along, surprisingly) and told some stories.
As I've mentioned, and will say again, everything was going great. Until Adele decided to make her presence known.
"Hey Freddie," she purred, walking slowly towards the group of friends.
"Adele," Sam muttered under her breath.
"Hi," spoke Freddie, almost completely oblivious.
Squeezing herself in the non existent space between the two, she leaned up against Freddie, and in the same annoying, purring tone she used earlier, she whispered "Don't fight it."
A wave of jealousy flew over Sam, and she ripped Adele out of the way, and pulled Freddie into her, and pressing herself against him and kissing him. She had missed this, that was her only coherent thought as he kissed her back, clouding her thoughts.
Pulling back to look at Adele's face, and getting extreme satisfaction at the shocked mess, she decided to further it more.
"He's mine," she said, softly.
"I am."
Honestly I thought this story would be longer. But it isn't really summer anymore, and I needed to wrap it up. Hope you enjoyed anyways, and thank you for readingg! :)