....“Well, it was getting pretty boring in the hotel room, you know, the wifi doesn’t even work that well so I… Yeah, basically,”
Gerard's eyes widened and his mouth dropped.
Holy shit, is that the counselor Ballash was talking about earlier?
Frank looked up again, smiling lightly at Gee, and the younger boy's stomach sank.

Gerard’s POV

Frank turned his tattooed back to me, facing Ballash, and they immediately jumped into a conversation. I watched them, and felt envy build up in my stomach. I felt strangely jealous that I wasn’t the one who was making him laugh. Is it normal to be jealous of someone who you’ve only seen from a distance? And the first time you met them was just a minute ago?

What sucks is that he doesn’t even know me, and when he finds out my name, I am going to be just another stupid teenager in his eyes. Just like everyone else, if not worse. He’s probably going to hook up with some other counselor, like Worm or whatever her name was.

I tried to tell myself that he was just two years older than me, but nothing could fix my now completely ruined mood.

Still, I felt strangely flattered by his "attention". Flattered with something I probably made up, or imagined - before Frank turned away, it seemed to me as if he tried to hold my gaze for a bit longer. Well, if I didn’t make it up and he actually did, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise anyways. I do, at last, have bright red hair, and that’s pretty hard to ignore, especially if it’s this length. I’m like a flying meteor. Not that I don’t like it, though, it’s a nice change after all the black.

But still... he did smile at me, and that's something.

I looked away from the counselors and concentrated on my new so-called friends.

At least they were my friends for now.

They were now sitting in a circle, playing truth or dare. Everyone looked tired and sleepy, and it was obvious that they’d much rather be on their phones. If only the counselors hadn’t taken them all away- and that pissed me off. We were all, for fucks sake, 17 years old!

It does make sense to take electronics away from the elementary group, where the maximum age is ten, but not from basically adults! The rules here are just not to be commented on.

I leaned backwards, gently falling into the green grass. It tickled and spiked my spine, and I arched my back, shifting around uncomfortably, trying to get rid of the annoying sensation. Finally, when it was bearable enough to lie down completely, I relaxed and closed my eyes. On the inside, my eyelids looked red from the bright sun above, so I hurriedly covered my face with my hand, wrinkling my nose and hissing in discomfort. I always forget the damn sunglasses when I need them the most.

Suddenly I felt a soft, cold hand touch my shoulder, squeezing lightly.

“Hey, you playing or what?” Diego’s voice reached my ears. I immediately sat up, opening my eyes and propping myself on my arm, looking around sleepily. I completely forgot they were playing truth or dare, and, to be honest, I didn’t really want to join them. Every time I play truth or dare, everyone makes the most out of it, getting me into the worst kinds of trouble and making me do disgusting shit.

Quirks of being a fucking loser, haha.

But these people don’t know me, and they don’t know my history. And I did, at last, just call them my friends, so why not try? Camp is about getting out of your comfort zone.

“Yeah,” I replied shortly, quickly moving into the circle or teenagers. I sat, cross-legged, between Diego and Drake. I immediately noted how pale Drake was under his clothes. His tan lines were sharp, outlining a T-shirt and shorts, and he looked kind of ridiculous. I glanced away, trying to not stare at the boy.

“So, who wants to start?” Diego asked, propping his chin on his palms, his elbows pressed into his knees. Our arms touched, and I shivered at the contact. I immediately felt him tense up.

Silence followed his question, and someone yawned loudly. “Holy fuck you guys are lame, I’ll start,” he muttered at last, rolling his eyes. “So, Angelina, truth or dare?”.

She probably wasn’t expecting to be asked, and her gray eyes widened. She mouthed a quiet “me?” and everyone nodded.

“Truth,” she replied, flashing her, as I suddenly noticed, slightly crooked white teeth. I didn’t even notice the defect at first.

My slowly growing hatred towards her was far from being based on looks, though. I hated her purely because of the way she acted, and I didn’t care that we hardly talked. She was too bubbly, too happy and too teacher-like. You know those teachers that know how deep in shit you are and how depressed you feel, and they always try to sugar coat everything? Like they call you “little sunshine”, “sweet cotton candy,” “cutie-pie”, “sugar-cube”, thinking that it’s going to help you? Yes, Angelina is just like those annoying-ass teachers.

I cringed uncontrollably, a shiver running down my exposed spine. Suddenly I felt cold, so I wrapped my arms around myself in an attempt to warm up.

“Okay so…” Diego paused, thinking of a good question. He turned to glance at me, and his look seemed scarily mischievous. He then closed his eyes, humming quietly. “Who do you think is the most attractive guy here?” he finally asked, looking straight into Angelina’s eyes. The girl gasped slightly, blinking.

I immediately sat up,straightening my back. I had a strange, unexplainable sick feeling in my stomach. I was afraid I knew what her answer was going to be, and I didn’t want to hear it.

At all.

The young girl’s face turned even redder, if that was possible, and she sighed deeply, looking into the distance.

“Don’t make us wait, God!” Brandon whined. He was a pale blond boy, with freckled nose and light blue eyes. He was extremely skinny and slim, like a skeleton. Maybe a recovering anorexic.

“Okay, okay… it’s Gerard,” she finally breathed out after a moment of silence. My heart hitched, and I quickly looked down, concentrating my gaze on the grass in front of me, awkwardly picking on the plants. I felt everyone’s eyes piercing into me. They were waiting for some kind of reaction, but I had nothing to say. I just knew that Angelina would say my name before she even opened her mouth. She’s been looking at me since we got to the pool, but I kept telling myself that it was just an accident and she wasn’t even interested.

A part of me was happy to know that somebody was attracted to me in that way, ‘cause that usually doesn’t happen, but the other part hated it- it was Angelina, at last, and I didn’t think anyone would be really glad to be her crush.

“Gee? You alright?” Diego asked, nudging my shoulder rather hard. I lift my head, staring into his eyes through the glasses.

“Me?” I, uh…” I stuttered. Why were they making such a big deal of a fucking truth or dare game?

“Hey!” a loud voice suddenly boomed right over my ear, making me flinch. I turned back, and my heart sank into my stomach, starting to crazily race around.

Frank, the counselor from before, was hovering right over me, a large smile plastered across his face. His eyes seemed huge up close. They were hazel, just like honey, coated with long dark eyelashes. His eyebrows were thin and arched, eyelids heavy. He had short black hair, which was stuck to his wet forehead. A lip ring shone brightly in the sunlight, blinding me. I noticed a hint of smeared eyeliner as our eyes locked together.

Frank didn’t seem to notice my reaction as he continued speaking, still looking at me.

“You kids looked bored, thought I’d hang out with you,” he grinned even wider if that was possible, flashing straight, his snow-white teeth.

He walked right past, sitting down on the grass across from me between Brandon and some other guy I couldn’t remember the name of, still smiling. He looked around the teens triumphantly, and my stomach sizzled. I didn’t want him to be there- he was the only counselor who I could actually talk to, and, if he stays here, I’ll for sure embarrass myself. Probably in the worst way possible, in a way I can’t even think of right now.

“And who are you?” Adham suddenly asked, raising an eyebrow at the older man. Jeez, Can’t he just deal with the fact that a hot tattooed guy just came to sit with them? Apparently not.

“I’m a counselor, Frank,”
“Ballash told us about you,” Diego stuck in.

“Really? What’d he say?”

“He said you’re 19 and it’s your first year here as a counselor, so we shouldn’t bully you or anything,” Frank frowned slightly.

“Didn’t he mention how amazing I am?” he asked, pouting jokingly. His eyes were warm, laughing, and I felt like I was being sucked in. Drowning in his eyes, I’d say, but that sounds cheesy.

“Nope, but he said your last name was really hard to pronounce,” Frank giggled, throwing his head back, exposing his neck.

****
Gerard hid his face in his hands, slightly leaning forward and letting a groan escape his lips. His heart ached, sending sharp, burning pain into his whole body. He felt weak.

Once again, Gerard wasn’t the one who was making Frank laugh.

Notes

This is great guys, honestly, it's only been 4 chapters and I already have 25 subscribers?!
Thank you so much, this really means a lot) Trust me, this story is going to be just great, I have so much planned, and if you stay with me until the very end, I'll be surprisingly happy (considering that this is just a fanfic).

The ideas that I have for this fanfic are just overwhelming, there are too mannyyyy

so, thank you again, gerard_needs_to_chill

Oh and P.S. do you know any actually scary horror movies? Something spiritual though, cause I'm not that into gore) It just seems to me like I've watched them all, and nothing seems to scare me now
oh well