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That night with Nate had been awkward. After the day on the lake, he had seemed to keep his distance, moving away from me when people came near and acting like we hadn't just been talking.
I was frustrated.
The next day, I got out of bed at one o'clock and tripped. Looking back, I saw my suitcase lying at the foot of my bed. I glanced around the room and vaguely remembered our late night guests - the twins Lauren and Noah.
Their group had gotten lost the previous day and arrived at camp around midnight. By the time they got themselves settled in our cabin, I was drifting off on top of my duvet.
I faintly remembered a shadow coming across to my bed and wrapping a sheet around me. Glancing back, I saw the sheet from the only vacant bed lying on the floor - it must have fell when I got up. I thought of Nate, scowling. His moods were very confusing.
Although it was only our second day, we had the day off to do as we pleased. I took a shower and dressed in jeans, a t-shirt and converse trainers. Pulling my hair back into a rough bun, I left the cabin. I was apparently the last one awake.
Blinking in the bright afternoon light, I started to make my way towards the lake. It was pretty big, and I decided a walk might clear my head.
I headed in the rough direction of the cliffs that met the further side of the lake at a leisurely pace, taking my time - I was in no rush.
I began to think. About Nate. About Aaron. "
Boy do I know how to pick 'em!
" I considered.
Before long, I had reached the incline in the path. Glancing back at the camp, I decided to keep going.
I maneuvered around the rocks and boulders, coming to rest on a large boulder. I leaned back against it, staring up into the sky.
What was wrong with Nate lately? He had been fine on the bus. He seemed fine out on the lake - until we shared that...moment? In all honesty, I didn't know what it was we had.
I wanted him to kiss me, and I
think
he wanted to kiss me...but he hadn't. I gave a growl of frustration.
"What's up, moody?" I heard a voice. An all too familiar voice.
I sat up, and saw Aaron standing in front of me, hands on hips.
"How come you're out here all on your lonesome?" he said, parroting a phrase we used to always say to each other.
Smiling, I replied, "Thinking."
"Hmm..." he looked at me, quizzically. He walked forward towards me, and sat down on the edge of the rock.
"Scoot over," he said. I moved over to the edge of the rock, and leaned back again. He did the same. We sat in perfect silence.
"I missed you..." he finally said.
