â elizabeth kennedy¡.
Everywhere around her, things were coming to a close, but strangely enough, Lizzie felt whole. Despite her rocky beginnings at the camp and the deteriorating state of her relationship back home, her summers were a blissful release from all of her stressors. There was certainly something to be said about her camp friends â even if it was more just a camp friend, singular. Her and Adam, for two and a half months out of the year, were attached at the hip, and itâd been that way for the past couple of years.
But that was it â he was a friend, no pretty little prefix or suffix to make it something more than it was, though it didnât mean that Lizzie didnât think about it. A tantalizing treat she never dared to taste, considering she had a boyfriend. It wouldâve been wrong.
So why couldnât she stop thinking about him?
A vodka soda in her hand, she took a spot by the edge of the festivities, giving in to her tendency to watch over participate, despite the warm, woozy daze in her head from the liquor. It was no surprise that Adam followed soon after, the simple nudge of his shoulder sending electricity down her spine and the tops of her cheeks prickled with heat, getting his eyes with a hesitance only found in a woman scared of her bubbling crush.
âHey,â she repeated, giving him a soft smile as she pulled her legs into her chest. In her head, she sighed, wistful for a touch that she couldnât have, half-dreaming over what could have been, if she hadnât been dating someone when â
âOh,â she breathed. Had he really asked her that? Lukewarm soda cast aside, she bit her lip, baby blues focused on an imaginary spot two feet in front of her. âYouâreâŚâ One of my most trusted confidantes? Someone I think about all the time? A person Iâm possibly in love with? â⌠my friend. One of my best friends,â she decided, swallowing. The conviction in her tone was suspiciously missing, and she looked away.
     While Adam certainly wasnât someone who enjoyed watching people squirm at his words, he found it quite interesting to see how Lizzie reacted to his question.. and then what her answer turned out to be. Honestly, heâd been getting to her pretty well over the past few summers and was pretty certain that she was lying to him. Actually.. he knew she was lying. He couldnât blame her for choosing to go down the safe path, however, figuring that he would have taken it too. But now, with the amount of alcohol heâd consumed over the course of the night, he was too curious to let it go. Â
      âYou wound me, Kennedy.â Adam expressed with a playfully pained expression on his face and a hand placed dramatically over his heart,  âJust one of your best friends?â If thereâd been one ounce of sincerity in her voice, he would have been hurt for sure. But her voice had given the lie away. Her innocence was only making her more attractive to him, which would have been a huge issue had he been sober, but it was only egging him on now.Â
      âAnd here I thought we would take this as an opportunity to reveal our deep dark secrets, Lizzie.â He breathed out, taking a sip of his drink before leaning closer over to her,  âI think youâre the most beautiful girl in this camp. Easily. And not only on the outside. You have the whole package. Which makes it really fucking hard to respect that you have a boyfriend.â Adam was rambling now, but he had to get it off his chest right? It was their last year here after all.  âBut I respect you too much to make your life difficult, so Iâm content being one of your best friends.â











