Ken extended his arm around me and held me tightly in his grasp. I could feel myself getting harder at this, but I didn't know why. Me and my goddamn hormones…

A few more minutes and I tried to pull away from him. His hold was too tight, however, making it nearly impossible for me to get away. I groaned and tried once again.

"Ken, get up," I whisper.

If he was trying to fake sleep, he wasn't doing a very good job at it. "But Ky, I like it here," he persists. I smile and roll my eyes. I liked it too, but the two of us did have to get up sooner or later. I'd like to make that now, before everyone else wakes up.

"So do I, but if you let me go, maybe we can actually do what you'd like to think we did," I come up with. Whether it happened or not, I didn't know at the time, nor did I care if it did. I personally wished it would.

Kenny immediately lets go and sits up, "You better not be shitting me," he quirks a brow.

I shake my head, "I'm not, I'll be right back," I say. On my way down the ladder, the pain came back to my foot and I fell flat on my face for the second time in less than a day.

Kenny hops down after me and helps me up.

"Are you okay?" He questions, inspecting me for an injury.

"I'm fine," I lie, giving a fake smile. I look down towards my foot and notice my sock to be gone. Must have fallen off while I was asleep…

The blonde notices me looking down and follows my gaze. "Kyle, what the hell happened to your foot?" He widens his eyes and keeps his focus downwards on me. I shrug sheepishly and scratch the back of my neck.

"I got my foot caught in a wire, or something like that," I recall.

The orange shirted boy swoops me off of my feet, starting out of the cabin and outside.

"Where are you taking me?" I grab on to his neck as not to fall. He ignores me and runs down towards the first aid place. I knew no one would be there, so why did he even bother? After getting there, he kicked open the door and set me down on a chair.

"I would have been perfectly fine walking!" I stammer, glaring daggers through him. Ken ignores me and sets another chair in front of me that I can prop my foot up on. I do so and he begins to unwrap the bandage. I slightly cringe as he does it. I close my eyes and wait to see his reaction.

"Shit Kyle, how did this get so bad?"

"I struggled. It was really hard to get my foot out of that wire down there," I tell him.

He throws away the bloodied wrap and looks through the cabinets and drawers around the first aid room. After a while of searching, he comes up with new wrap. It looks the same as the one I had before, except it's green and looks stronger. He covers my injury with the green covering, and seals it with an orange piece of tape.

I sigh and I'm held in his arms once again, carried back to the cabin.

We're brought back onto my bed, and we begin to whisper quietly amongst each other.

"Kyle… I have a question…" He begins, looking away and taking in some of the forest air.

"What is it?"

He seems hesitant to ask me, and averts his eyes downwards, around the room, and everywhere but at me. "How do you feel about what Stan and I have been doing lately?"

After hearing his question, I look down. I would have hated to admit to him that I liked it. That would have made me seem totally stupid. I wanted to tell Kenny, but then again, I didn't. I wondered if I'd even end up with one of them at the end of summer camp. If so, which one would it be?

When Ken noticed me without an answer, he began speaking again. "Have you ever even thought about your sexuality?"

I decided that I should have given him an answer rather than keeping silent once again.

"I think about it all the time, especially lately," I make known.

"So what are you?" He wonders.

"Full on gay," I shrug. He looks up at me and smiles. I give sort of a half smile back.

"So you don't mind if I do this?" Ken leans over and locks lips with me, pulling back quickly.

I shake my head. "I don't mind it at all," I comment.

"What about this?" He leans in closer once again and presses his lips to my neck, slightly opening his mouth and leaving a smallest damp spot.

"Is that the most you could do?"

"No… do you want me to do more?" He smirks.

"Tonight, right after everyone falls back asleep, I want you to prove to me what you can do," I respond.

He nods in response. "One more question."

"Shoot," I conclude.

"If you had to pick one of us, over me and Stan, who would you choose?"

I shrug and grin. "Maybe you and I will know after tonight."

The plastered grin on his face grew wider. He raised both his eyebrows in unison and hops off the bed.

"I'll keep that in mind."

Don't kill me for another short chapter! I seriously am having a writer's block. It took me more than two days to write this, and to be quite honest, I'm fully aware that it sucked! There's nothing else for me to write about. It's driving me insane. Got any suggestions? Tell me them! This story is probably coming to an end soon enough anyway…