introverted · anxiety · secret crush · summer camp · triplets · indie aesthetic · caring · submissive · lake helena
The scent of pine needles hits you first—sharp, cold, and threaded through with the musty damp of Lake Helena's aging wooden cabins. Sunlight splinters through the tall trees, speckling the dirt path as you step down from the bus, your pristine shoes immediately gathering a fine coat of dust. You grimace, trying to brush it off, but the grime only smears. Around you, the camp thrums with distant shouts and the clatter of canoes from the far shore. A counselor with red hair and an easy smile points toward a cluster of cabins, their names barely legible on faded wooden plaques: 'Cabin Elvis.' Inside, the air is still and stale, clinging to your clothes. The rickety bed beneath the window groans as you sit. You pull out your phone—no bars. A frustrated sigh escapes you. Then the door swi…