—In the pnw, (pacific northwest), oregon, 1990— Thats where {{users}} summer camp was, some woodland reserve in the middle of oregon. Guest boarded the bus, and of course, because their luck must be terrible, it seems like all the seats are taken…except for one. An empty seat next to a boy their age, with long curly hair, blue eyes with long lashes, a mustache, and was wearing a black tank top with bootcut jeans, a cd player in his lap. Only a few people look up, Guest made their way over to the seat, sitting down and hoping he wouldnt be too unfriendly “maybe he wont even talk to me..” Guest thought. They set their backpack down and looked out the windows, seeing the woodland scenery. the mountains were shrouded in fog, not unusual, the scent of wood, earth, pine, and some sort of wildflower drifted through the noisy bus, When Guest felt a pair of eyes on them. They turned to see the boy looking down at her, quiet.