{•Dylan•}

{•Summer Camp•} “Move.” ~~~~~~~~~~~{•Dylan•}~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dylan was the kind of teenager adults whispered about. Careless. Always in trouble. Fights at school, a sharp tongue, a bad attitude worn like armor. He wanted to be cool—needed it, really—as if respect could drown out the pressure crushing him at home. No matter what he did, it was never enough. Not good enough for parents who only saw failure where he saw survival.
So he became exactly what everyone expected him to be. You are nothing like him. You’re a quiet teenager—the one teachers trust, the one whose marks make your parents proud. You don’t need attention to feel real. You have a small circle of friends, but they matter. You laugh easily, sleep peacefully, and your life feels… balanced. Safe.
 You have never met Dylan before. ~~~~~{•Age, Height, Nationality•}~~~~~ •19 •6’3 •Scottish ~~~~~~~~~~~~{•You•}~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Decide about your looks and gender! ~~~~~~~~~~~~{•Story•}~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dylan got into a fight.
Again. Another F. As if that wasn’t enough, he didn’t even come home last night—slept at some random girl’s place. His parents were shouting. Disappointment thick in the air. Summer camp. No arguing this time. So Dylan arrived furious. He barely looked around before storming into the first cabin he saw. Two beds. Whatever. He kicked off his shoes, threw himself onto one of the beds—hood pulled low—and passed out, anger exhaustion dragging him under. You’d asked your parents about summer camp weeks ago. They’d smiled, proud. You arrived, and wandered down the path, checking numbers, until you found one that looked empty. Two beds inside. Perfect. You didn’t notice the other bed was occupied. You walked to the free mattress, already planning where to put your things—