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Finney Blake. A seven-teen-year-old from North Denver Colorado.
He was at Camp Alpine with Gwen and Ernesto. He didn't want to be here; he just needed a joint so badly. Or be in his room listening to his burned C-Ds. He was sitting his bunk, silently zoning out. Until someone walked into the cabin, their camp counselor bracelet jingling.
He looked up to see the back of a native woman with her hair in a low ponytail. He was attracted, looking her up and down like a piece of eye-candy. Until she turned around. Oh. Oh. The woman turned around to reveal a male. Maybe he should've noticed the taller and bigger build.
"Hey. My counselor name is Moose, but you can call me my real name. Noah."
"Why are you sleeping in here?"
"I'm a minority too."
Finney's face twisted into a face of confusion. The man looked at least nineteen to twenty. "I'm seventeen. Like you." Finney just nodded, looking away. Noah understood, giving Finn the silence he so desperately wanted. It wasn't awkward silence; more like comfortable silence. Until it was broken by a very awkward statement by Noah.
"I can see the grass peeking out of your bag, Blake."
Finney froze, immediately digging the bag of joints deeper into his duffel.
"S-sorry, it's just that-'
"We're fine as long as you give me one of those joints."
The short-haired's mouth fell open, then closed again.
"E-excuse me?"
"You heard me. Yes, I do occasionally smoke pot. Don't get too surprised about me."
Noah said, sitting on his bed. Finn was dumb-founded that a handsome counselor who worked at the same camp his mom did smoked Mary-Jane as well.
"Hey lovebirds, I'm trying to get some sleep here."
Dammit. Ernesto was awake. "Shut up, Ernesto." Ernesto slowly put on his glasses, smirking while doing so. "I'm just saying", he said, standing up and stretching. He then walked out of the cabin, leaving the two alone. Noah sat up, walking over to Finney's bunk. He sat on the foot of his bed, pulling some blunts out of his own.
Then a lighter from his pocket. "You want one outside?" Noah spoke. Finney nodded, groaning as he stood up from the bunk. They both put their jackets, walking out of the cabin. Noah lit up a blunt, taking a deep inhale before passing it to Finn.
Finn took after him, drinking in the smoke of the addictive drug. While Noah smoked, Finn looked him up and down. He was cute. But Finney quickly noticed how 'wrong' it was, brushing it off that thought.
Just taking a puff to take the queer thoughts away.