Kellin's P.O.V.

Yesterdays news really fucking sucked. What sucks even more is that I'm in the car right now, only a few minutes away from atually starting summer camp. Ughh. I don't understand why my parents make me do this shit. I can be social if I want, I just chose not to.

"You ready, Kellin?" My mom asked. I rolled my eyes and let out an annoyed groan. I do not. Want. To. Be. Here.

My dad was finding a parking spot and pretty soon we were all getting off of the car. I'm glad I don't have friends, if I did and they saw me here, this would be embarrassing. There was a not-too-tall not-too-short bald man greeting everyone in a uniform. It wasn't until he turned to us that I realized how big his eyes were.

"Hello! My name is Adam Elmakias! Who's the lucky one staying here?" He smiled. Oh god. He's so excited. Why is he so happy about this?!

"Kellin. Our little boy will be here all summer!" My mom cheered.

"Mom! I'm not a little boy!" I complained. I had my suitcase in my hands, I'm pretty sure I brought enough for the summer.

"Hello there, Kellin! Could you please step in line with the boys? I'll be over there in just a few minutes." Adam asked.

"No." I responded. My dad glared at me and that was enough for me to head to the line.

There were more than at least thirty boys in the line. Some of them looked happy to be here and the others looked miserable like I was. I stood at the very back of the line next to some blonde short guy. He was actually pretty cute. He looked nervous though. After a few minutes that guy Adam came to us and soon all the parents were leaving. There was a big flag pole in the middle of the area.

"I'm sure you've all met me already. Let me refresh your minds a little bit. My name is Adam Elmakias. You can call me either of the two. I am your instructor here at Camp Bayshore and trust me, we'll be having lots of fun this summer!" Ugghhhh. Bla, bla, bla. I sort of dozed off and blocked him out after that.

I took in my surroundings, noticing a lake far ahead. Oh my fucking god. They better not make us swim here. I can't swim. What if I drown? What if I die?! Fuck. I'll do anything but get into that fucking lake. I swear to god if we have to, I'm going home.

"Kellin!" I snapped up at the mention of my name. Adam had been trying to get my attention.

"Uh, yea?" I asked.

"I said, you'll be sharing a cabin with Victor. Come on up and say hi." Adam spoke. I looked to who was up front next to Adam now. There's no way in hell. Victor, fucking, Fuentes. I felt my knees go weak and all of a sudden I had this terrible feeling in my stomach. This can't be happening to me.

I slowly made my way over to the, Victor turned to look at me. He smiled at me as I walked over. I think I could die right now. Please, someone kill me.

"H-Hey..." I let out quietly.

"Hi." Victor smiled once again. I felt my cheeks burn red. I turned my face away quickly and held the back of my neck nervously.

"Alright, you two each get a key. Doors must be locked at 8 PM. Lights out at 10. Settle in and we'll all meet up back here in an hour." Adam chimed. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Do you even know how I'm feeling right now? I mean, hey, I'm sharing a room with the guy I like. But...shit. This is gonna suck. I can't even explain.

"So what's your name again?" Victor spoke up as we tried to find our cabin.

"Oh uh...K-Kellin...you're V-Victor, right?" I tried my best to not seem nervous, but of coarse I failed.

"Yea. Cool name, bro. So have you been here before?"

"N-no. My mom practically forced me to come.." I answered keeping my head down low.

"Hah, I know what you mean. I had plans this summer but that's gone now." Victor shrugged. I looked at him, getting lost in my thoughts. He's perfect. Maybe I can draw him a little better now, I'm pretty good now but I can actually see him better now. I don't understand how someone could be so perfect, so flawless, so gorgeous. It's like he's from a magazine, better than any person I could ever dream up, better than all the photoshopped people I've ever seen, better than anything or anyone.

I didn't realize I had been staring the whole time until my eyes landed on his. Oh god, he saw me. I saw him smile softly before I looked away. Great. I'm already making a fool of myself.

"You have amazing eyes." Victor spoke. I froze up not expecting him to...compliment me.

"Th-thank you...you have nice hair." I replied. NICE HAIR?! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?! NICE HAIR?! Ugh...someone kill me. That's so awkward to say...it's just not...I can't.

"Well I think this is our cabin." Victor smiled, nudging me. I nodded, seeing the number. Cabin 28. Hmm. At least the cabin isn't too small. Victor walked in first, giving me enough time to check him out from behind. I swear there are so many things I could do to him.

"Which bed do you want?" Victor asked. I looked at both beds: White bed with blue sheets and White bed with Red sheets.

"Uh, blue?" I responded, unsure. Really, what's the difference? Victor nodded and walked over to his bed, putting his suit case down next to the bed. My bed was on the left side of the room and his was on the right side. There was one desk right in between the beds with a lamp, a radio, and a candle. Oh boy, how fun should this be?!

Victor laid down dramatically kcking his shoes off and closing his eyes. I guess he's going to sleep? I sat there awkwardly for a while. The room was silent and I wasn't sure of what to do. I got my notebook out from my suit case along with a pencil and took this chance to draw Victor laying down. Okay, you might think it's creepy but it's really not. I'm just a regualr guy admiring his crush is all. No harm there.

"Kellin." I looked up from my notebook to see Victor sitting up now. Dammit, I only had his outline drawn.

"Yea?"

"Tell me about yourself."

"There's not much to tell..."

"Oh come one, you seem like a cool guy." Victor spoke. Cool guy? That's the first time anyone's said something about me without it being an insult.

"I'm really not...j-just an average guy. Um...I like to draw and write..I like singing..um...I'm 16...I don't have any siblings...I d-don't really like talking." I spoke.

"So that's why you're stuttering so much. Don't worry, it's cute. You like writing? What do you write?" Victor asked. The only thing I heard was cute. Holy fuck.

"I what?.." I asked.

"What do you write?" Victor repeated.

"Um..songs, poems...anything, really." I shrugged.

"Can I hear some?" Victor asked. What do I say? He'll probably hate them. Ugh. Fuck it. I shouldn't care what he thinks.

"S-sure." I answered. I flipped through the pages of my notebook and stopped on a song I was pretty proud of. I opened my mouth to read it to him but he interrupted me.

"Sing it to me. You said you like to sing, right?" Victor smiled. How could I say no to that face? And besides, I'm a pretty good singer....well at least I think so. I've never really sang in front of anyone. Oh well, here goes.

"Father, father, tell me where have you been?
It's been hell not having you here
I've been missing you so bad
And you don't seem to care
When I go to sleep at night, you're not there, yeah
When I go to sleep at night, do you care, yeah
Do you even miss us?
Your bottles and mistress
I need to know, I need to know
Why are you walking away?
Was it something I did?
Did I make a mistake cause
I'm trying to deal with the pain
I don't understand this, is this how it ends?
I will try to understand
Father, father, tell me where are you now?
It's been hell not having you
Last thing I heard, you were fed up, you're skipping town
With no note telling where
When I go to sleep at night, you're not there, yeah
When I go to sleep at night, do you care, yeah
I need to know, I need to know
Why are you walking away?
Was it something I did?
Did I make a mistake cause
I'm trying to deal with the pain
I don't understand this, is this how it ends?
I will try to understand
Why are you running away?
I don't understand this, is this how it ends?
Why are you running away?
Tell me please, tell me please, I need to know
Is this what you call a family?
Is this what you call a family?
Is this what you call a family?
Is this what you call a family?
Its been seven years wishing that you'd drop a line
But I carry the thought along with you in my mind
Is this what you call a family?
Is this what you call a family?
Family!
Why are you walking away?
Was it something I did?
Did I make a mistake cause
I'm trying to deal with the pain
I don't understand this, is this how it ends?
Why are you running away?
I don't understand this, is this how it ends?
Why are you running away?
Tell me please, tell me please, I need to know
Is this what you call a family?
Is this what you call a family?
Is this what you call a family?
Is this what you call a family?"

I finished up the song with my cheeks burning red. Victor had a huge grin on his face.
"Wh-what?" I asked.
"It was great. You're talented." Victor assured. I smiled back at him.

"Thanks..." I replied. Then I had an idea. I'm not sure if he's single so..."So you said you had plans this summer? Were you taking your girlfriend anywhere or?.."

Victor just laughed like I had told him a joke. "No, nooo. I'm single. How about you? You have a girlfriend? Or boyfriend. Whichever way you roll."

"No...all the guys at school are jerks..." I admitted. Victor's face perked up a little like he was interested.

"So you like guys?"

"Yea..." I felt my cheeks heat up yet again.

"Nice...what school do you go to?"

"Clairemont Highschool...a-and you?" I asked. As if I didn't already know where he went.

"Really? I go there. I don't think I've seen you." Victor replied. Not a surprise he's never seen me.

"Guess not..."

"You do any sports?"

"No...I'm more of a loner, so I guess that's why you've never heard of me."

"Well, you're not a loner now. You've got me." Victor smiled. I couldn't help but smile back. The butterflies in my stomach were attacking me now. This summer might not be as bad as I thought.

Notes

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