Camp Closeted

"This was completely unintentional Mike I'm really sorry." Dallas apologized for the 100th time as we walked towards the restroom.

"Micah." I let out.

"What?" He glanced at me.

"It's Micah not Mike." I spoke out, wanting to throw up at the feeling of this food drying on my hair and skin.

"Oh sorry. I've only heard your name from other people saying it, not actually coming from you so I apologize." He anxiously coughed, his attention not leaving me.

"You apologize a lot." I tried to smile.

"Sorry." He quickly closed his eyes and smiled, catching himself apologize again. "I'm just so used to it." He said, making me slightly confused.

"What do you mean you're used to it?" I asked, watching the restroom get closer in distance.

"Well it seems like I can never do anything right. Just ask Posh. I've let him down on his orders so many times and I hate myself for it. If you really love someone you won't let them down and I keep letting him down." He ranted, visibly frustrated in himself.

"Dallas, you're his boyfriend, not his peasant. You need to stop apologizing for such small things, like carrying his bag wrong or something." We finally entered the restroom, hearing my wet footsteps echo through the stalls.

Dallas remained quiet as he got a hand full of napkins and quickly dampened them, moving closer towards me after.

"Don't move." His light hazel eyes scanned over me as his hand gently wiped the food off my face. "Damn, I really wanted to eat this lasagna too."

I couldn't help but softly laugh as I replied. "Instead you turned me into a lasagna monster." He chuckled.

Our eyes met as he continued to wipe off the food. As

watched his bright hazel

the mirror. "I-I can handle from here." I broke the

course." He bit his lip as he moved away, wiping his hand on his shirt. "Are you okay?" He

it's nothing."

ears. It sounded like someone was listening to music in one of the stalls.

kinda weird. I personally don't think he's weird, I just never got the chance

changing to a set of new clothes I noticed that Logan

boy." Logan teases as I walked back towards them with a

what people call me now?" I sat

devilishly smirked as I playfully threw him a dirty look. "You're lucky people here have a very short attention span. They're always looking for the next

"Thank god." I sighed.

so don't be confused

every aspect of his perfect face. His sandy brown hair effortlessly shifting as he moved closer to greet me, his sharp

warmed up to me as he fixed his glasses closer towards his face. "Nice to meet you too. I'm sorry pasta had to spill on you

I almost pasta way." I tried to hold in my laughter as the table

shut up." Benny rolled his eyes as he cackled,

wow, how cute." Andrew chuckled from my

one, pasta boy." Logan narrowed his

sipping out of a small cup with a straw. "Did they offer your ass

wanted to welcome me to the camp and ask me if I was rich as them, which I am not. Then Milan proceeded to throw a fit about not being with Logan, Cadence asked