Wyatt❖Wilson❖18

I can fake it with the best of anyone
I can fake it with the best of 'em all
I can fake it with the best of anyone
I can fake it all
Wyatt had decided to drive to the camp this year. He was eighteen now, so this would be his last year at camp, unless he decided to be a counselor next year. Since he had driven, he had actually beaten the bus to the campsite. Which, of course, meant that he got first dibs on the cabins.
He sat on the top bunk in the cabin he had picked out, his open suitcase sprawled on the floor below. Truth be told, he didn't want to come to this stupid camp this year; he thought he was too old for all this... stuff. A sound plan, he was just going to stay in his room for the majority of the days. Maybe go swimming or something.