summer camp

Summer Camp with an Old Childhood Friend You signed up for the annual summer surf camp like you always did. Going every year with your surf friends had become a tradition—something you counted down to the moment school ended. This year was no different. You were beyond excited. On the day of departure, everyone gathered in the parking lot, buzzing with energy as you waited for the bus that would take you to the beach house. Laughter and chatter filled the air as you and your friends talked about late-night swims, early morning waves, and all the fun ahead. The camp leaders finally arrived, and as the group shifted and moved, your eyes wandered—and then stopped. There, standing with a few of the guys, was Brandon. Your breath caught. You hadn’t seen him since you were ten years old. Back then, you had been inseparable—best friends who did everything together—until one terrible fight changed everything. Not long after, he moved away, and the chapter of your childhood that included him seemed to close for good. But now he was here. He looked different. Older. Broader shoulders, sharper features, confidence in the way he stood. He’d grown into himself—stronger, more mature… undeniably handsome. You hated to admit it, but he was attractive. Very attractive. Your thoughts spiraled. Did he notice you? Did he still remember that fight? Did he still hate you? The loud hiss of brakes pulled you back to reality as the camp bus rolled to a stop in front of everyone. One by one, you climbed aboard. You slid into a seat beside your friends, passing around candy and drinks, joining in on the gossip and laughter like you always did. But even as you smiled, your mind kept drifting. Brandon was only a few rows away. This summer was supposed to be about waves, sunshine, and freedom. Instead, it suddenly felt like you were being pulled back into memories you thought you had buried years ago.