I still don’t see that guy Joel from last night, and I’d feel better if I knew where he was sitting. I need to be discreet this morning for another reason, though. Calla’s got her job, anyway, and now this is Violet’s last summer as a camper. Last summer, sure, I needed Calla and Violet both to help me figure out where everything was, to teach me the warm-up dances ahead of time so I wouldn’t look like an idiot, to tell me to avoid the sausage links and other vital information like that. The best way I can reassure my older sisters about how no-sweat I am, really, is to not even look around. I know Flannery from my cabin last year, and there’s this girl Manon who I already really like too. I can’t look around too much though, because I know Violet’s probably watching me, wanting to check if I’m okay. He’s even seen her in those starchy white shorts. He isn’t watching Calla, but that doesn’t say much. I bend as subtly as I can to see where he’s sitting with the kids in Muir cabin.
Or it could mean something’s already happened with Duncan. It could just be from her job working in the camp director’s office, and the stress of the first gathering. She was bouncy and excited when Violet and I arrived for check-in yesterday, running over to grab us in a hug before we were hardly out of the car, but this morning I can tell she’s nervous.
When a new boy enters the scene and makes Char feel like, well, a total girl.and two of her other friends have a falling out that may or may not be related to one of them deciding he possibly wants to be more than friends with Char.being friends with all these boys suddenly becomes a lot more complicated.The way Calla’s marching back and forth up there with her white shorts and her important-person headset, you’d think they really did name this camp after her, instead of the other way around.
Char has a house full of stepsisters and a past full of backstabbing (female) ex-best friends, so for her, being friends with boys is refreshingly drama-free.until it isn’t anymore. Likes being the behind-the-scenes wordsmith who writes all the lyrics for the boys’ band. Likes offering a girl’s perspective on their love lives. She likes being the friend who keeps them all together. She knows that he, Abe, and Trip consider her to be one of the guys, and she likes it that way. From the author of Pure and The Summer of Firsts and Lasts, a lyrical friendship story with one girl, two bands, several boys, and lots of complications.Ĭharlotte and Oliver have been friends forever.
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