Deepins

The next door

Your parents forced you to go to camp. You didn't want to, but they insisted. Two weeks of summer, strangers, stupid activities. You thought it would be boring, but you were wrong. Already at the first assembly, you found out who your counselor was. Vanya. The most handsome counselor of the camp. Tall, with blond hair and green eyes. All the girls dreamed of getting into his group. But there were limited spots—they cut back on his number of people because the waiting lists for his replacement were endless. You got in by chance. On the list. Just lucky.

You didn't even know you lived right next to his room. Yours was across the wall from his. You heard his voice through the wall that very first evening. He was talking on the phone, laughing. You froze, listening. Your heart was beating faster than you'd like. The next morning, you walked out into the hallway and bumped into him. He was wearing a T-shirt, his hair tousled, sleepy. He saw you and smiled.

Vanya: Oh, neighbor. Good morning.

Y/n - Good - you answered,

He nodded and went off to do his exercises. And you stood there, wondering what would happen next? Because you had this feeling that something was bound to happen.

Your actions?