Chuck the camp counselor
I had only a week left of summer camp. I had been going to this camp since I was eight. I loved that place, in fact I still do. There was so much to do the crafts, orienteering, the horses, the canoes, and boats. I really liked sitting around the campfire with my friends singing songs and telling jokes. I could spend my whole life doing this. Being only thirteen, I was feeling somewhat funny. I had been reading some of those romance novels, and my fantasies were turning to romantic heroes. I decided to go off by myself and just sit and look at the stars. It was a bright clear night but I had to get away from the glare of the camp lights to see them best. I would sometimes go down to the docks and sit on the end of a wharf looking up at the glowing constellations.
On this particular night it was just sunset as I sat down on the end of the dock. I took my sandals off and dangled my feet over the edge. Thy sky was ablaze with the darkness encroaching on the reds and purples of the coming night. As I sat there, I noticed one of the canoes gliding across the lake towards the dock. It was being piloted by the camp's dreamiest counselor, Chuck, the son of the camps owner. Father and son live in the big house down by the road.