It was quiet. The only sounds were the chirping of crickets and the rustle of the leaves as a cool breeze wafted by. It seemed that this was one of the coldest Summer nights of the year. The young boy leaned against one of the posts of the large, wooden 'Camp Campbell' sign, and he shivered under the moonlight, pulling his hood up over his black curls. Next to him sat a single, tattered suitcase.

The sound of crunching leaves came from behind him and he automatically knew who it was. "Fuck off David." He grumbled, "Go home already."

The redhead frowned, walked up and stood by Max, who shifted away in agitation.

"Come on Max, let me drive you-"

"No, David. Just go home."

It had been hours. Summer camp was over and everyone's parents had arrived to pick up their kids. Max said bye to Neil, than Nikki, and the others all left. Everyone had left...Except Max. Max and David. Even Gwen had left, only after calling Max a shithead and flipping off six other kids.

David sighed and sat down.

"Listen Max, you cant just wait out here in the cold. At least come inside or something."

Max didn't say anything, he just rested his head against the post with an angry frown on his face, trying not to shiver.

"You'll catch a cold, let me take you inside and get you something to drink." David reached for Max's arm but he pulled away and glared sharply at the other.

"I won't catch a cold. Leave me alone."

David stared at the boy for a moment, trying to think of what to say, before resting his gaze at the ground.

"Well then.. what do you plan on doing?"

"What do I plan on doing? What do you think, David? I'm gonna walk home when I feel like it."

"Why not just let me drive you?" David suggested again, forcing a smile at the boy.

"Because I don't want to be stuck in an old car with a dipsh-"

He was cut off at the sound of tires rolling along a gravel road, and the bright headlights of a vehicle approaching.

David stood up and brushed himself off at once, then lifted Max up by the hood and gently placed him on the ground. Max huffed and turned his back to David.

An old, black car rolled to a stop at the camp entrance. The drivers window rolled down and a very tan, muscular man looking rather disheveled and smelling of beer looked at David with empty grey eyes.

"I know it's late." The man slurred, "I got- I was kind of busy at work."

"Oh it's fine, sir." David said, sounding concerned. "I had no problems waiting with Max here!" The redhead smiled nervously, wondering if he should ask if the man was drunk, but most certainly not wanting to start anything.

David put his hand gently on Max's shoulder who flinched slightly in response, but kept his eyes on the ground.

The man laughed, a little too much, "That's surprising. Well hop in, Max...and take your- take your hood down. It's impolite." He said.

Max pulled his hood down and began trudging toward the car, dragging his suitcase behind, when David grabbed Max's hand. "Bye Max." He said with a sad smile then let go.

Max subtly glanced down to see a crumbled up piece of paper in his hand, which he shoved in his pocket, before putting his luggage up, and climbing in the front seat.

With that, the window rolled up and the car backed out of the campsite, leaving David standing there with a worried look on his face.