Groaning and balancing on her tiptoes, Leo was swatting at a watermelon atop the cabinets of the kitchen the campground held. The fruit was just out of grasp, just far back enough that her arms couldn’t reach. An untypical problem for the leggy girl and one that almost irrationally frustrated her. “Hey, sorry,” she called, looking back to Salem. The two only seemed to find each other at parties, them skulking and Leo poking fun at them, but what Leo did know of Salem, she liked. “Do you think you could give me a boost?” @salembrooks














