As a hopeless romantic, I always fantasize and daydream about a summer romance. And when my mum decides to send my sister and I to a camp in rural France, my hopeless romantic mind is set on actually having a summer romance. 

My first week at the camp was romantically unfulfilling, as the girl I had a crush on somehow started dating someone in the first two weeks of summer camp. But I mentioned to one of her friends that I would be down to be a rebound (shameful, I know) and one thing led to another...