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Ahh, Ricky. You always get in trouble, don't you?
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"Amy! Over here!" It wasn't hard to spot Quinn and her friends sitting at a table near the middle of the giant room. I tugged down at my shirt out of habit as I made my way over to the small group of them. There was only three girls, who were all chatting animatedly as they waited for me to arrive. I sat at the table with an awkward smile. It was only 2:30 in the afternoon and it felt so much later. "Hey!" Quinn greeted happily, even though we had only been apart for ten minutes tops. "So this is Chelsea," She pointed to a pretty girl with glasses, "And this is Emily." She pointed to another girl with brown hair and a pretty smile. "This is Amy." She introduce with a nod.
I waved somewhat awkwardly. "Hello." I don't like being put into situation's where I am the center of the attention. "I'm Amy." I could have slapped myself on the forehead. They know I'm Amy, Quinn just told them that. I felt my cheeks turn red ever so slightly as I opened my mouth to speak, "I--" I was cut off by one of the camp counselors who was standing on a platform to the right of me.
I smiled to be saved from humiliation (AKA, me rambling about useless things that they don't care about). The counselor was older looking with a gray beard, but he looked friendly and that's always good. "Hey campers! I'm Taylor, the lead counselor here, and I offer you a big, warm welcome! I hope you love it here. But before we start I would like to bring in two guests." I heard Quinn snicker to herself, and Chelsea smack her. I looked at the two, Chelsea seemed to be enjoying it just as much as Quinn. I shrugged, turning back to look at the stage type area. Ricky and a girl I can only assume was Kate whatever-her-name-is were standing on stage. Kate had tears rolling down her cheeks, her eyes on a boy at a table. I followed her gaze and landed on the boy. He was handsome, in an off way. You could tell he was really sweet, though. He had a look of confusion on his face. "These two were caught breaking two rules this morning, and it's only the first day." He told the crowd. "Number one, they were on the beach without adult supervision." Ricky slid his hands into his front pockets, leaning against the pale wall. Kate silently cried, bracing herself. "And two." He glanced at Kate and then her boyfriend...what was his name? H something. H...arry? No, no... Um...OH. Okay, it was Henry. He glanced at Kate and then Henry, before sighing. "And they were...well, kissing."
I turned my gaze at Henry. I could tell I wasn't the only one, everyone seemed to have their eyes on him...waiting for a reaction. He seemed very aware of all the eyes on him, and simply clenched his jaw tightly, his eyes downcast on the table in front of him. It was clear to everyone in the room. He was heartbroken. I frowned, turning to the girl's I was sitting with. "That's horrible." I whispered to them, unsure if I was aloud to speak yet. "Sure, someone should have told him, but not to the whole camp."
"It's a stupid tradition that I think Taylor hates, but has to do." Emily whispered back to me, her eyes still on Henry with sadness. "Of course, Quinn and Chelsea like it...well, mostly Chelsea, because her hate for Ricky is major." Chelsea shrugged defensively. "But, still." She sighed as Taylor began to speak again.
"The form for pizza is due by money at noon. It's expected with money and the form complete, so please get that finished if you want pizza during the talent show and the last two nights dinner." I had already handed that in, so I tuned out what he spoke until I heard something other than 'form'. "Now," He smiled, "Rules and behavioral expectations. If caught out of your cabin after lights out--10pm--you will get a penalty on the net fun activity. For example, Mr. Underwood and Mrs. Marshall will not be participating in the scavenger hunt this evening because of certain...infractions of our rules. Which brings me to no sexual conduct of any kind." He glanced at the two for that. I just tuned everything else out... These were just common sense rules that I would know better than to do.
The meeting was over sooner than I had expected, possibly because I stopped paying attention, possibly because it really was shorter than I had expected. I glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that the first rehearsal for the group I had been set up in started in about ten minutes. Quinn, Emily and Chelsea all had different groups than myself. I stood as they walked off, and rubbed my arm. The room was practically clear now, except Kate and Henry quietly arguing in the corner and Ricky. He smiled at me as he walked towards me, noticing me the same time I noticed him. "Hey," He spoke slowly, grinning and rubbing the back of his neck. "It's Amy, right?" He conformed, to which I nodded.
"Do you know where I can find the Redwood Cabin?" I questioned, looking at my paper to make sure I was right. Which I was. "It isn't right besides me with giant lettering, correct?" I joked lightly, looking around playfully.
He smiled, "No worries, you're good...it's actually on the other side of the camp. I guess it gives you merit to ask for directions." I felt myself smile at how nice he was. Of course, he could be too nice. I'm not sure yet. I don't want to be his summer plaything. I'm not going to fall into his hands like play dough. But I really did need directions. "I'll show you." He told me as we both started our walk to the cabin.
"I'm guessing it's on your way?" I asked with a small smirk.
He thought for a little bit, before shaking his head. "Nope."
I frowned in confusion. "Well, why didn't you get someone in my group to show me to it? So you aren't late?" He simply smiled a smile that could make my heart melt if I don't be careful. He's a person I could easily catch myself staring at for hours on end, and that's kind of scary. I feel very vulnerable to be that attracted to someone I've just met--and barely! I know nothing about him! Well, other than he's trouble, and dangerous and I shouldn't speak to him at all after this.
New plan. Avoid him in fear of falling in love and on my face. "I'll risk it." He replied with a nod and a smile. Even though that isn't even really answering my question. Why couldn't he just find someone else to do it? Because he wanted to. That's the only answer.
That's weird. I've never been the one that guys go out of their way to help, or the one's they fall over their feet to sit next to at lunch. I crossed my arms as we walked slowly, having enough time that we don't need to rush. "So what do you play?" I asked him in lame attempt to make conversation. WAIT. I shouldn't try to make conversation! WHAT ABOUT THE PLAN? The smart plan that will help me get through the month I'll be at this camp.
"The drums." A drummer. Of course he's a drummer. That's the least geeky thing here. He tilted his head, "What about you, Amy?"
"The French Horn." I replied, letting the silence settle between us. "What kind of music do you like?" I asked, before pausing and looking around us. We're in...band camp. "Oh." I answered my own question, shutting up.
He laughed a little, "I like you, you can make me laugh." I felt myself smile, recalling the events I've made him laugh. Most of the time it was by mistake, and I didn't even want to make him laugh. I guess he just likes my personality, which is cool. "The girls I usually like," He paused, thinking of the right wording.
"...You don't spend your time talking?" I guessed on the whim, figuring I was correct.
He shifted uncomfortably, "Not exactly." I didn't reply, just let him lead me to the right cabin. We arrive after a few minutes. He smiled as I opened my mouth to thank you, "Don't mention it."
"It was nice seeing you away." I told him politely as I walked to the spot that the counselor had brought my french horn after I checked in with it. My name was clearly written on the handle. As I opened the case for practice, I couldn't help but watch him leave.
The plan is in action. Ignore. Easy, right? ...Right.