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LEO’S POV
I wandered back to camp from getting more Tabasco sauce for Festus and I ran into Will and Nico. "Hey, anything new at the Seven-Eleven?" Nico asks. He and Will are the only ones I told I was sneaking out, mostly because of the fact that when they're together nothing happens but sexual tension. So it’s not like anyone was gonna notice how long I’ve been gone. "You know, the usual. Pretty sure the cashier got a new piercing though." "Hm" He says with a nonchalant nod, making Will blush. "W-we got a new camper! Real good musician" Will stammers out, still staring at Nico who is now looking out over the lake. "'Bout your age, I think their in the dining pavilion." It'd been a hot second since we'd had a new camper, so I decided to go check it out after my shower. Even in the spring, camp was wicked hot, so I took off my shirt on my way to Bunker 9.
YOUR POV
Strumming the opening chords to Jet Plane to all the kiddos watching me play while they eat, I glance up. Huh. Just my eyes, I guess, I think. Sure enough though, there’s somebody new in the room, watching me play. I keep going, though. “All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go. I’m standin’ here outside your door. I hate to wake you up to say goodbye.” Soon enough, I’m onto the instrumental section and the kids ask me questions. I answer the usual ones,like where are you from, and are you good at fighting? I answer with the preplanned explanations I’d developed from being here almost a week and there still being kids I haven't met. Until the new guy pipes up. “You the new Apollo kid?” The dude looks Hispanic, with deep tan skin and dark curly hair. He looks a little like an elf, but with his lack of a shirt and toned stomach, I think he makes up for it. “Uh, yeah. Name’s y/n.” He nods and walks away, almost fast enough for me to miss the blush creeping up his neck.
LEO’S POV
I don’t see y/n until much later, after our first meeting. They’ve been on my mind ever since then, with their velvet voice and ability to cheer everyone up. When I’m walking with Harley to the bonfire, he seems to be set on hearing them play one more time before he goes to bed. “If you can find them before the sing-alongs are over, you can hear them play. Mk dude?” He nods excitedly “Alright!” Before running off. Well after the fire’s over, Harley runs up to me. “I found them!” I don’t think he knows how late it is yet, so I figure I’ll let it slide this time. “Okay, you lead the way, man.” He runs so fast I struggle to keep up with him, but we soon reach the dock. “Hey little man! Been a second, huh?” Harley laughs, more real than in a long time since the war. “Oh, hey! You can sit too, ya know.” I decide to take a chance and open my mouth while they tune their guitar. “How’s camp treating you?” Y/n shrugs. “Feels like home already.” They laugh a shallow, breathy laugh, and I reach out and squeeze their hand. They clear their throat. “So, I, uh, what do you wanna hear, guys?” They ask. I glance at Harley. “You choose!” He giggles. “Gamblin’ man, ay? I like your style.” They hum for a second, deep in thought. I study their face, looking so pure yet tarnished by too much already. “How ‘bout November Blues?” Harley snorts, “It’s March!” They shake their head. “Art isn’t bound by seasons, my man.” They get the tuning right and start to play. “And if I weren't leaving, would I catch you dreamin’. And if I weren’t gonna be gone now, could I take you home?” They close their eyes and play it till the end, where a single tear slips out. “November spells sweet memory, the season blue remains. Your black hair is like the nighttime, however sweet it shines. Bit by the cold of December, I’m warm beside your smile. Oh baby, tell me I'm not leaving. You're everything I dream. I’m killing myself thinking, I’ve fallin’ like the leaves. Oh I’m killing myself thinking, I’m fallin’ like the leaves.” Harley is asleep and they get up. “Well, good night.” I can;t take it anymore. “‘Night.” I kiss them and go back to my cabin, waiting until morning to hear the sweet voice again.