nick goode

The fire crackled loudly in front of the Camp Nightwing counselors. It was well past curfew, and there were already shared yawns going around the campfire, but everyone refused to give in to the sleep calling them.

It was a Camp Nightwing tradition that on the last day of camp, all the counselors get together after the campers go to sleep to eat s'mores and sing campfire songs and share their favorite memories from camp.

"C'mon, sleepyhead. There's a s'more calling your name." Nick lead a droopy-eyed Lola to the site, holding her hand and pulling her alongside him.

She only grumbled a hum in response. She rubbed her eyes and leaned her forehead against his shoulder. Sleep was calling for her, but Nick had convinced her to at least get one s'more in her system before falling asleep.

She swayed lightheadedly, trying to blink away sleep as Nick quickly unfolded the blanket he had brought from his cabin for them. He sat down against one of the log benches surrounding the fire. Lola lazily plopped down between his legs and let her back rest against his chest. With a deep chuckle, he wrapped the blanket around his body, enclosing it around her shivering frame. Jean shorts and tie-dye t-shirts don't exactly do a great job at keeping you warm.

Tommy laughed as he approached the pair. "Looks like someone needs a sugar boost." He handed Lola a mug of hot cocoa and Nick the essentials for the perfect s'more before moving to pass the rest out to everyone else.

"You're an angel," Lola groggled, gulping down the hot liquid.

Nick rolled his eyes at the girl, humming, "You wouldn't be this tired if you didn't stay up till one in the morning this morning."

"Hey, it's your fault. You're the one who introduced me to Carrie. So technically, you're the reason I'm so tired. I'd be mad at you for my tiredness, but you're my best friend, so you have a pass," Lola defended, holding up a finger in a 'matter-of-fact' way.

Nick only sighed deeply, "What am I going to do with you?" He shook his head while skewering a marshmallow, holding it close to the fire to toast.

Smiling, Lola held her cup of hot cocoa close, the warmth of the cup warming her hands and sending a tingling finger through her fingers. The fire warmed her cheeks and toasted her nose a red, the light from it painted her skin a bright pink while it flickered in front of her.

She let herself relax into Nick's arms, nuzzling into his chest. She felt safe. He made her feel safe. No one had made her feel that way in a long time.

So it was no surprise to her when she realized she was in love with him. It scared how much she loved him.

She tried to forget her feelings, knowing it would only bring complications, but everything he did made her fall deeper and deeper. Every time he knocked on her window in the middle of the night. Every time he gave her the answers to the math homework. Every time they ate gallons of ice cream together until they threw up. Nothing compared. Nothing could ever compare.

Everything he did for her made millions of butterflies erupt in her stomach.

She let herself fall in love, knowing that nothing is forever. She knew one day she'd finally get over her girl crush and finally have the 'he's just a friend' feeling for him back, but even telling herself that wasn't convincing. The phrase itself isn't very convincing either.

But there wasn't much she could do about it. You can't control who you fall in love with.

Cindy stood from her seat across the fire from the pair, announcing, "I'm not going to lie, I hate singing these campfire songs, but it's tradition, and who can argue with that?"

"I can," Kurt shrugged, scowling when Joan elbowing him in the rib. She was sat on his lap, being held tightly by him and munching away at a s'more that he had made for her.

Cindy narrowed her eyes at him. "Well, no one gives a fuck about what you think."

There's a chorus of 'ooh's, especially from Gary.

Tommy strummed the guitar he had brought from the mess hall, beginning to play the list of songs that had been played for years. Cindy began singing along with him.

Lola swayed lightly in Nick's arms, humming softly along with Cindy's beautiful voice. She smiled softly at Alice and Arnie dancing horribly behind the singing ginger, dramatically twirling around like ballerinas.

Nick finished smushing together a s'more for Lola, holding it out in front of her face to catch her attention. "Your s'more, Ms. O'Brein."

"Why, thank you kind-hey!"

Just as Lola took the s'more, Nick shamelessly stole the mug of cocoa from her other hand.

He shrugs, taking a sip. "An eye for an eye."

"You're a theft."

"Eh, you'll get over it."

Lola scrunched her nose up at him before taking a bite of her s'more. Sighing, she leaned further back into Nick, letting her head rest against his shoulder. The boy welcomed her gladly, hugging her closer and tighter.

Nick took a deep breath and takes in the scene around him. He wished it could last forever. He wished Summer could last forever. Hanging out with his friends, eating as many s'mores as his body can handle, random midnight swims in the lake, the funny pranks, color war, Camp Nightwing was his favorite place in the entire world.

He stared down at the girl in front of him, who warmed his heart with her smile. She snuggled deeper into him, holding his arms. He couldn't help but smile and stare.

She had shamelessly stolen his heart, and he wasn't mad about it.

The moment he first saw her back on the first day of middle school, he knew she was the girl of his dreams. There was no denying his feelings for her. And they only grew. At first, they were only a small voice in the back of his head. But as time went on and they grew, so did his feelings. Everything she did made his heart skip a beat and his head spin.

He knew he shouldn't feel the way he did. He knew he shouldn't want her as bad as he did. He couldn't help it.

Every time she smuggled Stephen King books into his room for him. Every time she brought him twinkies in the middle of the night. Every time they went skateboarding around the neighborhood. In his opinion, how could anyone not fall in love with her?

He watched her mouth the lyrics of the songs everyone took turns singing. He watched her sip cocoa giddily. He watched her smile brightly up at him every so often.

He felt whole.

As he gently kissed the forehead of the girl he loved with his whole heart, he thought to himself. "I can't for the day I marry this girl."

I hate and love him

hate the curse but he's hot in a toxic way and I kinda dig him, but hate him as well

boo the goode family (or at least the people who participated and knew)

btw ik this is late to say, but there's no tension between shadyside and sunnyvale, though I know that wasn't very obvious

- happy days <3