A Summer Of Love

Women can fake an orgasm, but men can fake an entire relationship.

Ask my ex

He got tired of waiting and moved on to a sure thing. Kelly I-smile-at-everything Mathers. It's OK. It only feels like open heart surgery, but that's yesterday's news.

Luke Dawson is the real news around here. Yes, I changed the conversation.

Seriously though, Luke Dawson is what everybody talks about. Star athlete and sex dream material. His washboard abs make you want to rip every T-shirt in sight, just so he'd have nothing to wear.

He's hot

Ice cream weather hot. The kind where you'd lick every drop.

Too far? I thought so too before I saw him. And I see him a lot because he lives on my street. Life can throw you a bone like that from time to time.

I peeked out of my bedroom window at Luke now. He was walking up the driveway, gym bag slung across his shoulder. A reincarnation of the sexiest man

"Milliet"

I jumped as my best friend walked into the room, catching me.

"What are you "Julia came over and saw exactly what I was looking at, "Keep dreaming girl. That boy was made for a different world.

"I know," I sighed, opening my laptop to log in to Netflix.

We were about to re-watch season 3 of TVD. #Delena creates such unrealistic relationship goals and I'm living for it.

"Why would you even maintain a Netflix subscription when you have him residing just across the street?" she inquired, assuming my position at the window. "Can you catch a glimpse of his room from this vantage point?"

"No," I lowered the blinds before our actions became any more unsettling, "It's probably for the best."

"Fine," Julia sighed and reluctantly changed the topic, "So, will you be instructing at that summer camp again?"

"Yes, I will be remunerated for it. This way, I can work fewer hours at the store once school commences," I replied.

My family is in a tight financial situation. It doesn't help that my sister has an impulsive shopping addiction and my mother is constantly dating different people. As for my father? Well, your guess is as good as mine.

"Perhaps this year you'll spend time with someone your own age," Julia joked.

Last summer, I only made friends with the younger children at the camp. People my age tend to overlook me. However, I could have never anticipated what was about to transpire. In a matter of weeks, my entire world would be completely upended and thoroughly shaken. I was a nobody and, don't worry, I still am. But a nobody who knows that Luke Dawson is far from being a nobody.

Camp Beaver Hill

A sleepover camp for boys and girls aged 8-13. I never went here growing up, so I didn't exactly have camp cheer, but the job paid. I parked my car behind the administration cahin and walked inside.

"Hi Khloe," I greeted the counselor at the greeting desk.

She was a rising senior at my high school and we were both counselors here last year. We even taught a volleyball session together where I shared my protein bars with her (big sacrifice)

"Do I know you?" she asked.

I guess that wasn't enough to be memorable.

"T'm Millie Ripley. I'm a camp counselor here too," I said.

"You're checking in. Sure," she pulled out a set of folders and scanned through them, "Oh. Oh my god. Wait, you're Millie?"

She remembered me? "Yeah!" I said happily, "I gave you my protein b

"You're related to him? Oh my god, I had no idea. Oh my god," she kept repeating the same words, "It's crazy to think he's here this summer."

"Who?"

She got out of her chair and came over to give me a hug, "Nice to meet you. My name's Khloe."

I know who you

"This is a map of the camp, I love your shirt by the way. I can show you around."

"I know my way"

And you absolutely must meet my friends. You will be responsible for the Apple campers and staying with him in the cabin.

"I'm sharing a room with a boy?" I inquired, taken aback.

It was against the rules to room with someone of the opposite gender. The cabins were segregated, with girls on one side and boys on the other.

"Yes, I understand it's unconventional, but we had too many female counselors, and since you two are related-

"Who am I related to?"

Please, just answer one question without raising another. Who is this guy?

And that's when the doors swung open, and a warm breeze rushed into the room. We turned our heads and saw Luke Dawson, standing in the doorway, exuding confidence.

"I'm here to check in."

His voice was deep and powerful. I had never heard him speak before. People usually talked about him and admired him from a distance, but hearing him up close was a whole new experience...

astounding.

"You look stunning," Khloe whispered, completely captivated.

"What?" I glanced at her. Was she alright?

He was checking in while we were checking him out.

"Welcome to Camp Beaver Hill," Khloe tried to collect herself, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Luke Dawson. I still can't believe you're a counselor this summer. We love you. I mean the children love you. I mean the children are going to love you-"

He ignored her, walking over to the front desk. With that attitude, the children are not going to love him.

He saw his folder on the desk. It was the first file in the pile, already open. Khloe had obviously been snooping through his background information before we came in. He gave her an irritated look.

"Where's my room?"

"It's the Apple cabin," Khloe said.

But wait, I'm in the...

Khloe pointed at me, "With her."

Freeze. Rewind. Who saw that coming?!

For the first time since he got here, Luke Dawson's piercing blue eyes landed on me. "And who are you?"

Right now, I wasn't so sure. Partly because Luke's eyes have that effect on people and mostly because the 'me' I know has a really uneventful life. And nothing about this situation was uneventful.

I couldn't answer him because there was only one thought running through my head.....

Holy jumping mother of a weasel in a side-car with chocolate spread and a hot cross bun

Hey, I didn't say I was normal.