➳ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴅʀɪғᴛᴡᴏᴏᴅ [ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ʀᴘ] only accepting males

[amithethird]

(On mobile)

Miles narrowed his eyes at Owen as the boy, quite rudely, indicated that, no, he had not been talking to Miles. Miles wasn't sure if he should be polite or if he should answer back with equal snark. He started to do the latter but figured his mom would want him to make friends, not enemies.
"I'm sorry," he said tersely, "but this ear isn't very good. I didn't hear you."
[i]God help me if he ever runs into me with my aid out.[i]
"I'm Miles," he said.

(Sorry if it's short)

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tate newton | 19 years | cabin four | crush; -- | tags; Miles & Owen

Tate listened closely to Miles as he was speaking about why he was at Camp Driftwood for the summer. When he was about to respond back, the two met another boy, one that was asking about himself.
"Oh, I'm Tate!" Tate said, rather with too much pep and pizzazz.
This new guy had a lot of sarcasm built him as he said a sarcastic remark to Miles. "Well that was one way of asking someone who they are.." Tate said under his breath, loud enough for the two to hear, but assumed they wouldn't respond.

shay russo | 18 years | cabin one | crush; -- | tags; paris & robbie

Shay was surprised that the curly haired boy was speaking to her. For some reason most people never showed any kindess to her.
"Oh-uh, I'm Shay" she replied, a soft smile grew on her face as she looked at hopefully her new (and currently only) friend at camp.
She nodded as he asked her if she was new here, "Yeah, first time ever, is it that obvious?" she asked Robbie, blushing a bit as she giggled.

[mz atomic]

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✣ male | 18 | crush: --- | in the main hall |tagged: tate and miles ✣
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Owen opened his mouth to say something back to Miles. It probably would have been ensued with something witty and sarcastic but Tate had finally opened his mouth. Owen shot a look at him and he dropped his jaw in disbelief at the first words that came out o his mouth. Did this guy just step off of the train from cheerleaders camp? Or maybe he thought he was in a cheerleaders camp. No matter what this kid thought he wasn't able to answer when Tate muttered something else, "Sorry, does my charming personality not step up to your standards? Well, darn, I should probably apologize. Gee Willikers Miles, I'm sure sorry if I hurt your feelings there. Will you ever forgive me?" His mock apologetic expression immediately reverted back into a familiar frown as he looked between the two. Defeated at last by the trivialities that would be his life for the rest of this stupid camp. He really didn't like talking to people and he probably came off as a jerk - no, he most definitely came off as a jerk. But that was fine too because he didn't come here to make friends. As far as he knew.

[amithethird]

(Still on mobile. Ugh.)

This guy was really starting to get on Miles' nerves. If there was one thing he couldn't stand it was people who were constantly condescending and rude like this. He could tell Tate wasn't thrilled either despite his chipper reply.
Miles wasn't entirely sure how to get this guy to drop the sarcasm and maybe stop being an ass for two seconds. Fighting him would just rile him up. Matching his sarcasm would just be challenging him. Rolling over and ignoring him was out of the question. Well, if there was one thing Miles had learned from his dad, it was that when people were mad, it was usually best to be nice to them. Miles hated the thought of doing that, but he was getting sick of this guy already.
Please don't let this guy be in my cabin.
He put on his best disarming smile.
"You don't need to get so defensive. I've barely said anything," he said, "What cabin are you in? Tate and I are in different cabins so odds are you're bunking with one of us."
Please not me. Please not me. God if you're out there please choose not to hate me for once in my life.

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tate newton | 19 years | cabin four | tags;; miles & owen

tate took in a deep breath, though he kept his composure quite clean. "Right, this summer is suppose to be fun!" Tate said, agreeing with Miles and trying to lighten the awkward tension between the three of them.
Tate looked to Miles, he was quite sad that the two wouldn't be bunking together, he felt like they could become friends throughout the next few weeks coming ahead.
Tate then looked back to Owen, "Yeah, I'm in cabin four" he chimed in with a nod.

[mz atomic]

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✣ male | 18 | crush: --- | in the main hall |tagged: tate and miles ✣
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Owen cocked his brow and his mouth hung open just a bit while he looked in between the two standing next to him. There was also an odd air of satisfaction in Owen's frown as he studied Miles who seemed to be- what, praying? As to what the other could be 'praying' about, Owen found that he hardly cared. Not even a little . The boy crossed his arms but butted out a thumb in Tate's direction. Then to Miles, he muttered, "Relax kid. I'm in Pretty Boy's cabin over here."

Griffith looked around the main hall with the same unenthusiastic expression he always wore on his face when he did anything. The hall seemed to stretch on for miles and it succeeded in masking him seem small in comparison. The Windows betrayed the outside world and he couldn't to get out there and have some fun! That was sarcasm. Instead he only found the prospect of having to do productive things tiring and dull. Interrupting his own thoughts, the boy turned to Tate and tilted his head, "So what do we do now? Are we waiting for anything spectacular to happen? Because - I'm excited. Really. See my smile?" Owen was not smiling.