It has been a long day
for the kids, jam-packed with endless activities. They had done everything from
kayaking, to nature walks, to horseback riding. Despite having a busy schedule
today, the children in your cabin are still buzzing with abundant energy. You
have no idea where it all comes from, but you’re more than glad they’re enjoying
themselves. Even more importantly, you’re glad it’s time to say goodnight after
such exhausting fun.
“Okay my little beans,
let’s get in bed.”
While tucking in all the
campers, you go through the standard routine of taking one last head count for
the night, only to find out you’re one head short. One bunk is still empty and
you can’t help but panic.
“Where’s Stella?! She
was here when we got back five minutes ago.”
You try to sound calm,
as to not worry anyone else, but fear doesn’t need an invitation to creep into
your voice. Luckily, your fear is short-lived when you hear Stella’s giggle
getting louder up the cabin steps, along with the muffled voice of one of the
other counselors. Once you open the door, you can clearly see why. She’s
getting a piggy-back ride form her all-time favorite counselor, Michael. During
the day, she picks him flowers to put in his hair, and share her snacks with
him, and even ask to hold his hand on hikes. Most of the time, she isn’t more
than five feet away from him. The little tike is stuck on him like glue.
Even though you hadn’t admitted
it, Michael is your favorite too, and has been since day one. There are
hundreds of things about him that constantly occupy your mind. His unexpectedly
beautiful voice when he leads campfire songs, how his laugh always echoes
around the woods, his ability to make everyone around him feel special, when he
invites you for late night swims—you adore it all.
“She snuck over to my
cabin” he informs you, placing Stella on the floor. “Thought I’d walk her back
“Thank you so much,”
you sigh relieved. “Stel, I was worried about you. Why did you run off like
“I wanted to see mister
Mikey!” she beams innocently. “I didn’t get to say goodnight to him.”
“Well, now’s your
chance chickpea. Say goodnight then off to bed.”
Wearing a pout, she reluctantly
says goodnight to Michael, but not without a tight hug to his leg. Crouching
down, he gives her a squeeze back and urges her not to be too upset. He promises
that he’ll see her tomorrow, and that’s enough to get her to wash up for bed.
“If I didn’t know any
better, I’d say Stel has a crush on you Mikey.”
“You think so?” he
“Yeah, but I mean, who
can blame her?” The words slip out before you can stop them, but the second you
realize what you’ve said, you mentally beat yourself for sounding so moronic. “Wait!
What I meant- was uh-you know—”
“Yeah, I know.”
With a kiss on your cheek
and a whisper goodnight, he starts walking back to his cabin, leaving you there
to stew in the knowledge that perhaps you’ve been on his mind too.