pasta
gogo dancer
and im not coming down
"our last summer together," a brief sigh escaped him as he drew a hand through his dark, thick locks. his eyes found the other, and for a moment, they shared a second of sorrow. ---
across the sparkly lake, lies a lively, over-night summer camp. two boys met their first year of attending. the years flew by with smoldering summers spent glued to each other's side. they claimed to be best friends, but there was always an underlining feeling of attraction. their final summer before they're too old to go to summer camp, their adult years inching closer and closer. how will they spend it? cause trouble? sneak off from camp activities? confess?