There is nothing to do in my town. If the internet had never been invented, I would have gotten stuck hanging out at the local coffee shop desperate to fill my time.

I have access to unlimited entertainment and information at my fingertips, and yet I still can't find answers about what happened last summer.

I'm more of an indoor person. Somehow my friend Kenny dragged me along on a camping trip with his

brother and my childhood friend. We all grew up together. Kenny's brother was two years older,

so it felt like we never really connected. I didn't dislike him. We just didn't have anything

in common. My best friend was the prettiest girl in the country, and I think she knew it. I had been

in love with her since we were 13, but I'd never admitted it to her. I know the movement I did.

Our relationship would change. I was scared she might reject my

feelings or accept them. Just being friends suits me just fine. The only way to get me outside was if

Mila was going to be there. I think Kenny and Darren knew that. I refused to go on the camping trip.

They asked Mila to come along,

and they told me she would be with us. I hated how easily they played me. It was a hot day.

All of us were sweating by the time we arrived at the campsite. Can we set up the tents after?

Kenny said as he let all the bags drop from his shoulders. No, let's get it done now or else we won't get to it on time.

I told him no matter how much I wanted to put it off.

I knew him.

The last trip he and his brother took, they were too lazy to set up the tents and just slept outside in their sleeping bags.

They came home covered in bug bites.

I didn't want a repeat of that. They

both groaned and listened to me. Mila and I worked on one tent while the brothers set up the other.

There are only two tents, I pointed out. We've shared tents before. She replied not looking up.

If she had, she would have seen how red my face got. At least I

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