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Clayton stared at the pile of bags in front of him, wondering how in the world he was going to grab his luggage now. Its been an hour since he's arrived at camp and after a long flight and another particularly long car ride to the camp, its safe to say that he's exhausted as fuck. Pardon his French.

After waiting a few minutes for the pile of bags to lessen, Clay finally saw the handle of his. He sighed with relief and went to grab the handle when suddenly another pile of suitcases were placed on top of the pile.

"Are you kidding me?!" Clay exclaimed. He was seriously contemplating just leaving his luggage there and coming back later.

He looked at his luggage under the pile and tried to find the best angle to haul it out. He grabbed the handle once again and tried to pull as hard as he can. He's probably not making a good impression on the strength department, is he? He released the handle and took a step back, suddenly bumping into someone.

"Need a hand?"

Clay turned and saw a guy around his age with the grayest pair of eyes he's seen. All thoughts about his luggage momentarily flew right out of his mind.

"That one yours?" They guy went on, oblivious to the tongue-tied state Clay found himself in. He pointed at the dark blue luggage peaking underneath the pile.

"Y-yeah." Bloody hell, he's started stuttering. Great. This is not a good sign.

The guy grabbed the handle and effortlessly pulled it out from the pile and dumped it on the ground with a satisfying thump which made Clay internally wince. He hoped none of his art materials got damaged.

"Thanks, uh..?"

"Hans. And you are?"

Clay couldn't help but laugh. Its just.. Frozen? He has this secret unhealthly obsession for Disney movies.

"Clayton. But most people call me Clay." He shrugged.

"And you sound.."

"British?" Clay supplied.

Hans laughed. "Finished my sentence right there."

"You mean sandwiches?" Clay asked, feeling bold all of the sudden.

Then he remembered who he was. If it was possible to feel secondhand embarrassment for onself, Clay was feeling it now.

"I mean, not sandwiches, obviously. There aren't any sandwiches around. But if there are sandwiches I'd really like one cause I'm famished. But then again, I didn't really mean to say anything at all.." Oh God shut up now, Clay. Just shut up. Your dork is showing.

Hans didn't seem to mind though. He just laughed and shook his head. "Don't worry, I've been getting those a lot ever since that ice movie came out."

Ice movie. "You haven't seen it?"

"Nope. Not my thing." Hans shrugged. "So, what cabin you staying at?"

"Cabin B. You?"

Hans seemed to brighten up at that. "I'm staying in room 5, man! Guess we'll be cabin-mates then."

Clay nodded.

"Listen, I gotta go. But it was nice meeting you."

"Yeah, you too."

Hans' smile grew. "See you around, dude."

"Okay, see you bro."

Bro? Clay mentally face-palmed himself.

Hans waved then started to walk back towards the common area.

Clay tried to gather his wits. What was with him? Is it the new environment? He wasn't normally this flustered around others. Or at least that's what he thought. Well, at least he made one new friend. His dad would be proud.

So yeah,.. he kind of bats for the other team. No, make that really. Clay was pretty sure he was gay. And he was open about it. He still remembered the day when he told his dad.

Clay held his breath. He didn't know how his father would react after finally telling the truth about his sexuality.

To his utter surprise, his dad smiled in understanding and nodded."Okay."

Clay's eyes widened in shock. "Okay?"

His dad shrugged. "Yes."

"But..But I just told you I'm gay. How can you be so chill about it? Don't you care at all?"

"No. I mean, yes, I care about how you're feeling, of course. But if you're asking me about how I feel? Then no, it doesn't change anything. And no, I wouldn't change anything about you. You're still you. My son, Clay."

Clay hugged his dad after that and even shed a few tears, a fact that he made his dad swear not to tell anyone. He wasn't ashamed of who he is, never felt the need to hide. But at the same time, he was still wary of how his family would react to it. But his dad was there to reassure him about all his worries. After that, he then told his Aunt Bekah, who was like a mother to him. She straight up told him that she knew all along and that she was grateful that he finally told her because did he want to introduce his boyfriend to her? Yeah, he really wanted her to meet his nonexistent boyfriend. But it was nice that his family knew and accepted him.

He started walking towards his room. Thank God they didn't have to share rooms. Clay was used to having his own space. The cabins were more like cottages with five rooms and a living area for people to hang out. He put his key on the lock of room 3 and was greeted with a cloud of dust. The walls of his room were dark blue. There was a single bed with dark blue sheets that matched the walls, a closet, a study table and wide windows. Clay dropped his suitcase close to the closet and fell face down on the bed. He was dead tired and unpacking would just have to wait.

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"Nathan Forbes." Nathan supplied his name at the front desk. He's been here for 40 minutes and he hasn't even checked in yet. In fact, he's just managed to make his mom leave. She insisted that they eat first at a nearby restaurant but he knew better. She'd miss him too much. He didn't blame her though, this was the first time he'd be away from his mom for a long period of time but he wasn't a child anymore.

The facilitator looked up and did a double take. "Didn't I check you in an hour ago?"

Nathan shook his head, confused. "No, I just got here."

"Huh." She said as she checked the list in front of her. "What's your name, again?"

"Nathan Forbes."

"Oh, right. Here it is!" Carol, as stated in her name tag, placed a check mark next to his name and handed it to him. " Sign right here. Sorry, it's been a long day. Must've mistaken you for someone else."

Nathan shrugged. "No problem."

"Alright then! Here, you'll be needing this for the day activities." Carol handed him a medium sized backpack. "The orientation would be after dinner. So you have approximately.." She glanced at the clock behind her. "2 hours to settle in, meet your cabin-mates and to take a look around. Dinner's at 6."

"Thanks." Nathan grabbed the backpack and started walking to Cabin D. He just hoped that this camp won't be as horrible as he think it is. He was supposed to spend his summer training for soccer and hanging out with his friends everyday but instead he's stuck here in a camp that he didn't want to go to. His mom told him that it was a great opportunity for him to meet new people and be more independent. Right, like he wasn't independent enough. He knew that his mom just thought that his friends were a bad influence to him. Well, it's not as if she was completely wrong. They were suspended for a week for trespassing the school grounds on a school night and messing up the props for the school play. But whatever, Nathan paid his dues by doing community service. Wasn't that enough?

He was deep in thought that he didn't even realize that he was already in front of Cabin D. He sighed and opened the door. A group of guys turned to look at him. Nathan walked past them to go to his room.

"Hey!" One of them called out.

Nathan briefly closed his eyes, trying to be patient. He turned around and forced himself to smile, "Yeah?"

"I'm James." The guy walked towards him and held out his hand. What is this?

Nathan looked at his outstretched hand and ignored it. "Nathan."

James awkwardly drew back his hand. "So that's Scott, Noah and Kevin." He pointed towards the other guys lounging on the couch as he introduced them. The guys waved half-heartedly, apparently noticing Nathan's cold demeanor. Nathan sighed to himself, he knew he was being a jerk. But he was dead tired and he didn't feel like making small talk.

"Hey. Uh, if you don't mind, I'd really like to rest before dinner. It's been a long trip." Nathan tried to compensate for his earlier rudeness.

James looked like he understood. "I know what you mean, dude. This place is like in the middle of nowhere. I've no idea where my parents found it."

"Yeah, my mom practically had to literally drag me here." Kevin said. Or was it Noah? Who knows. Nathan really needed that nap.

"The only thing good about this place is that there's this huge soccer field just right before the lake."

Nathan perked up at that. "Soccer field?"

They nodded. "Yeah, we're gonna play after the orientation. You in?" Scott asked him. The only way Nathan remembered that he was Scott was because he was holding a huge bowl of Cheetos.

"Yeah, I'm in." Nathan grinned. Maybe this camp wouldn't be so bad after all.