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I opened my eyes to the bright morning sun.

Events of last night lingered in my brain, hurting it so bad, I had to get up and take some aspirin. Thanks for the lack of sleep, I'll be even more angry at every single mistake we make at band practice today.

That's when I almost fall over a huge pack of ruffled sheets and something hard.

I lift my pain-filled head and see the thing I kicked.

Oh.

Shima Renzou, the pink haired menace I hated so much and the reason why I lacked sleep.

He was sleeping and grinning like an idiot, not a care in the world, clutching his sheet tighter with every breath he takes.

I examine his bare chest, heaving up and drifting down. I have read somewhere that you can't snore when you sleep, and I definitely heard Shima snore trough his slumber. But now, he was silent.

And the dream was probably really good, judging from his state.

I was a calm sleeper, while Shima was all over the place, practically filling the floor in my room.

I scratched my head and put a palm on my forehead. What am I going to do with this guy? I promised him I'd be his boyfriend until his last sex mate got off his guts and left him alone.

Boyfriend.

I shudder at that thought. It's an alien feeling, because of the lack of relationships I have ever had in my life. I dated a few girls way back, but it wasn't that magical. They confessed, I tried, it didn't work, end of story.

But dating a guy? A whole different story. I was never interested in men.

Which was why I was so surprised when Shima almost kissed me. I could feel the tension between us, the stupid electric spark when it we were only inches apart. And the feeling when he admitted he liked me from the start – that was the biggest shock. I felt something stir deep inside of me, something warm, pleasant.

I didn't want it to be pleasant.

Also, the strange sting in my heart after he said he was joking. This was bad.

I rummaged trough my stuff, just to find the aspirin tablets. I popped one in my mouth and nibbled it down to make the effect faster. Then, I heard a soft groan.

"What's the time?" He asked, covering his eyes from the sunlight.

"We have like 45 minutes to get ready."

"A'ight." He yawned and yanked the sheet off.

Holy crap.

He was fully naked. My mouth opened up and stayed that way. Shima stared at me and laughed. I turned around, heat coming up my neck, filling my cheeks.

"Embarrassed?" Shima asks and I hear him standing up.

"Just get your clothes on, it's not exactly what I hoped for early in the morning." I blurt out, still too shy to see him. "You should've at least notified me about this."

Noises of his rush to dress up.

"I could've sent you an e-mail if you liked." He chuckles. "Forgetting the topic of you seeing me naked, just play your part out today. I'll do the role-playing."

I snort. Role-playing, sure.

"Which also means I'm the seme."

I turn around quickly and glare at him.

"I'm not the uke type, idiot."

He has jeans on, and his chest is still bare. Shima is muscular, and it seems he works a lot to make himself look manly.

"Whatever, we're not a real couple anyway." Shima grabs his shirt and clenches it. "But if we really were, I'd be seme, and this is where our argument ends, dear leader."

Suddenly, I'm in a great need of punching his face.

"Get out." I say calmly. "Before I punch the living shit out of you."

He holds his hands up. "Okay. By the way, our little play will take place today, at night. Do you remember the Late Night Lullabies?"

Oh, do I remember them.

The Late Night Lullabies was the even when campers round up near the lake, do a picnic, and listen to camp stories. We usually bring our guitars too, to sing all those camp songs I deeply hate.

Me, Shiemi, Bon and Koneko always invited a few more people and formed our own circle. The Circle - that's how it was called by other campers – was strict. We didn't want anyone else barging in, just the closest people. I've heard legends of it, telling that I was the leader of the gang, we had sex in the middle of the circle with each other and drank our butts off until the sun set up.

That wasn't at all true.

We sang songs we loved, we shared stories of our own and it made us feel like family.

"I'm going to the Circle, so I doubt we could pull that off." I say as I'm dressing up myself.

"They asked me into the Circle last year." He drinks from a water bottle. "I'm friends with most of you, by the way."

I gawk at him.

No wonder Bon was so friendly to him.

"Okay." I hiss. "Fine. Whatever."

"Here's the plan. The Circle waves everyone off at the beginning, right? Well, Danny will definitely watch me, so we'll play along. When he sees us, he will know. That's that. I won't bother you anymore."

"Can I at least know the details?"

"Yeah. I'll hold your hand, hug you, and that's pretty much it."

I nod. He'll hold my hand.

Now that's a strange thing. I wasn't scared of it.

"By the way, everyone else has to think we're dating too, or else Danny will find out."

"What?" I yell and shut my mouth at once.

No, this can't be right.

"Okay, bye!" Shima shouts and climbs out trough the window. I don't even have time to punch him like I wanted to.

The rest of the day went by as quickly as I wanted it to. My head didn't hurt as much, but it was filled with thoughts about the Late Night Lullabies.

Everyone had to think we were a real couple. I didn't want to get physical with Shima, it was enough embarrassment for the day. He slept at my room, for the love of the damned.

We had a nice practice, Shima not being an asshole and showing up early. The songs we learned were great, us playing them with a passion of a thousand suns, and I wasn't exaggerating a bit.

Finally, after I took a quick shower, I gripped my guitar and my backpack stacked up with goodies like M&M's, marshmallows and Nutella jars, and marched off.

Bon and Koneko joined me, so we were walking down the path to the lake. Shiemi caught up with us, holding her backpack and carrying a large sheet.

The whole camp circled at the sandy beach of the lake. Our teachers shouted directions and rules of the Late Night Lullabies, but I let them go trough my ears, because I saw Shima running towards me. I looked around to see Danny staring at the pink-haired one with deep jealousy.

The sun has almost set, leaving the sky dark with red streaks of sunlight.

I breathed the air in and decided I will go trough this for Shima. He was our lead vocalist, and it was essential for him to be in our group, no matter the problems.

That's when he strolled down to me and hugged me.

I hesitated a second and wrapped my arms around his waist. At first, I was shy. But then I remembered that all of this was an act. And I'm the actor.

I could see the anger in Danny's eyes.

"Hey, love." Shima announced so loud, that Danny definitely heard the news.

A lot of eyes turned on us. Bon and Shiemi looked astonished, while I saw a few people around us who were as surprised as Danny.

Shima and Rin, heh. The strangest couple in Camp Choice. People were bound to be talking about this.

Two rivals from day one, hugging each other and Shima calling Rin 'love'.

I gulped down some air and forced a smile at Shima. He wrapped his fingers around mine.

I couldn't help noticing the feeling of his skin. It was soft and warm, a bit fierce, but not at all firm. I worried about how Shima reacted to my flesh. My skin was rough because of the guitar usage.

He tightened his grip and I flushed red again. Bon was about to ask something, when Shima interrupted him.

"Let us go on an adventure, my friends!" And pulled me towards our place for the Circle.

We walked about 5 minutes until we reached it and I tried setting my hand free. Shima glared at me.

"Play it out. It was working."

I nodded and strolled hand in hand with my rival, one of the greatest singers I have ever known.

Now where did that thought come from? Greatest singer?

I was as red as a strawberry, but Shima acted calm. I could see Bon's worried face, but I saved the explaining for later. Everyone had to think we were dating.

What am I doing with my life?

The place for the Circle was beautiful. We settled in front of the most gorgeous view in all Camp Choice. The sun was slowly dying, but I could feel the glimpses of it on my skin.

Everyone helped Shiemi unpack the food we brought, and set the sheet down for us to sit.

Shima let go of my hand and sit on it straight away.

Koneko brought a drum and started playing it.

We sang and danced trough the night, chanting the songs of our family, adding new ones. I sang straight out of my heart, accompanied by my guitar. I attacked the strings and let myself go with Koneko beating the drum wildly.

I was happy. Shima clapped and danced together with us. And I felt as if he was truly part of our family.

A few girls prepared sandwiches and hot cocoa, so we had a feast.

We laughed, we lived.

I loved every moment of this camp, but I constantly reminded myself that I should write a letter to my parents tomorrow.

It was about 3 a.m and people were starting to go home. We still had practices tomorrow, but I didn't care. I settled on my backpack and stared at the skies full of stars, ignoring everyone else.

Slowly, the songs died in the morning's rush. We still had an hour until the sun rose. I turned my head to see Shiemi sleeping on Bon's chest, while Koneko packed his things and waved me good-bye. The people left were sleeping or packing like Koneko, so I didn't interrupt them.

"Thanks for today." Shima whispered near me. I turned to him and smiled.

"Fuck you."

He laughed and pointed at the stars.

"Ever wondered what happens when you reach the limit of the sky?"

I shake my head and he smirks.

"I did. The saying 'The sky is the limit' doesn't apply to me. I will never have a limit."

We lay in silence, watching the stars for a while.

"Give me your guitar."

I lift my eyebrow at him and he lifts his hand, waiting.

I unpack my guitar again and hand it to him. After laying on my backpack again, he starts running his fingers trough the guitar.

He hums a familiar song, the song I was a bit shy to listen to.

Shima sings silently.

Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it.

I listen to him, while he sings the whole song.

When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

I don't even notice when he stops. I'm so lost in thought.

He exhales slowly and looks at me.

"Seriously," I start. "a song about sex."

He laughs loudly and puts the guitar next to him.

"I look way past the sex in this song. Has it ever occurred to you that this is a song about a boy that is jealous of a girl, who shares a bed with someone else? The pain of a teenager, knowing the girl he likes made a mistake having an intimate collision with another, while he claims being better for her?" Shima licks his lips and inhales. "It's more emotional than pleasures of the body."

"You're probably right." I murmur, but he hears me.

Shima lifts himself off the sheet and stares straight at me.

"This is one of the songs I want our band to perform."

I approve without hesitation. The teachers would be mad, because the message of the song is pretty clear, but after hearing Shima's explanation, I changed my mind immediately. This song was way more.

I get up and take the guitar in my hands, brushing the strings once again.

Oh now I do recall, we were just getting to the part
Where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick.
I hope you didn't expect that you'd get all of the attention.
Now let's not get selfish
Did you really think I'd let you kill this chorus?

As I sing this part, Shima stands beside me. Quickly, he grabs the guitar out of my hands and we lock our eyes together.

Then he leans into me and our lips crash into each other.

The heat rising in my stomach, the feeling of his softness against my lips, his taste, it blows my mind away into a thousand suns. He pulls me close, but I can't push him away. The hunger inside of me rises and I kiss him back.

For a dull insane moment, I'm taken aback of his fierceness. As he parts his lips, I understand what's happening and slowly, I put my hands on his chest and push gently. Our little stunt leaves me breathless, but I look at Shima with question.

He knows I hate him.

He knows I hate being with him.

But he also knows I hate the fact that he's growing on me.

This kiss was the end of our rival path.

I didn't want to accept the simple truth that this kiss made me want more of him.

I step back and he seems nervous. He lays the guitar on the sheet and puts his hands inside of his pockets.

"This was…" He starts. "This was… Uh… an act… I'm sorry, Rin."

I fold my arms awkwardly and he walks away.

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