Jasmine leaned her head against the bus window, her eyes half shut so she’d look asleep from a distance, her hair still just a bit damp and freshly purple. She’d done it just an hour before, she’d be gone a month and she didn’t want her hair to finish fading while she couldn’t redo it. She opened one eye when she felt her bag drop into her lap and couldn’t help her smile when she saw the familiar haughty look as Cecelia slid into the seat next to her, looking as though she had no doubt she could sit there. She carefully straightened her skirt as Jasmine’s arm reached out and pulled her in against her.
“Silly, you could have asked.” She said with a laugh as the smiling girl pulled away trying to frown.
“I keep telling you not to call me that… And why should I ask? I know what the answer better be.” Cecelia replied as she reached over and let her hand hover over the snake bites in Jasmine’s lips. “They’re new.”
Jasmine smiled and moved so her lips brushed against Cecelia’s hand as the bus pulled away.
“A bit. Got them three months ago, so all healed up.” She looked over Cecelia, her Silly, enjoying the fact the girl never wore pants. When she wasn’t allowed a skirt she would simply wear shorts, but never pants. She watched as Cecelia gently ran her finger over the piercings then over her lips, feeling her heart flutter at the other girl’s smile.
“I like them, they suit you.” She said softly as her hand fell down to her neatly smoothed red plaid skirt, obviously part of her school uniform, but then, she did like her school uniform. She’d been in the habit of packing some of her skirts and shirts meant for school to wear at camp every year, as long as Jasmine had known her.
As the bus ride went on Cecelia broke into a little smile as Jasmine started to doze on her shoulder, blushing slightly and wrapping her arm around her when she noticed one of the boys she didn’t recognize from previous years looking at them. They’d never out right told anyone they were a couple, but most of the kids who’d been going there for a while realized and were comfortable with it, but they still got some stares from the new campers every year. She gave him a look that screamed “I’m better than you.” Then glanced down at Jasmine, moving her purple hair out of her eyes.
She was still a bit bothered that this would be her last year at camp. Yes, she’d be 18, and therefore an adult who was allowed to do whatever she chose, but at the same time it was almost frightening to consider telling her parents her camp friend/pen pal wasn’t just a friend or pal, but rather a lover she was going to spend her life with. And she realized Jasmine’s parents knew, but even though her parents told her she couldn’t date boys, she was pretty sure that didn’t mean they wanted her dating girls. She shook her head then winced a bit when she realized she shook a bit hard and disturbed Jasmine.
“Hmmmmm…? We there?” She murmured, sitting up and looking around. “No, not yet.” She said in response to her own question.
“Sorry, Jasmine. I should have been more still.” Cecelia said, smiling softly at the other girl.
“Jasmine, Jasmine, Jasmine. I always tell you to give me a nickname… Why won’t you? I call you Silly.” Jasmine said, giving her a little poke.
“And I tell you to call me Cecelia.” She said, rolling her eyes and laughing.
“Real names are so dull though, Silly and Jazzy would be much cuter.” Jasmine argued, smirking and leaning in a bit closer. “Or even Minnie.” She kept leaning as though she were going to kiss her, watching Cecelia’s face light up red in the process, just as the bus finally came to a stop.
The counselor stood at the front of the bus to repeat the instructions they were handed on a piece of paper, just like every year. “Everyone, grab your stuff, check around and under your seat to be sure you don’t leave anything, then exit the bus. No pushing, no yelling, wait in a line outside. We’ll open the bottom of the bus and then you can get your suitcases.” Is the slightly bored drone as the return campers are already acting and the new campers are nervously listening. Cecelia stood first, then waited, watching Jasmine slowly pull her bag onto her back then stand. She watched for a break, then stepped into the aisle, Jasmine following close, not allowing others to slip between them. They got off the bus and waited quietly for the others to file off, knowing they couldn’t get their cabin assignments til the bus was empty, the suitcases claimed, and the head counselor deemed it time to appear and read out the list.
When everyone finally filled off the bus and the driver got out and opened the bottom, Jasmine stepped in and started digging through the suitcases, carefully setting them out for others, a few other older kids doing the same to the other compartments. When her hand finally landed on her old grey bag she glanced over her shoulder and smiled at the sight of Cecelia hovering near by and handed it to her. “Hold on to this for me.”
“Sure, just find mine.” She said, with a soft laugh. After a bit more digging and sorting her hand landed on the familiar pink suitcase that perfectly matched Cecelia’s carry on. She passed it to Cecelia then finished pulling everything out for the other campers to sort through. She slipped back into her place by Cecelia and accepted her bag, watching the others claim their bags.
“The head counselor will be here any minute, straighten up the line.” The counselor ordered, busily texting away at her phone, obviously trying to get him to come out. Jasmine rolled her eyes at Cecelia, laughing a bit at the fact the man would probably never get things completely together, always keeping everyone waiting. Cecelia rewarded her with a slight smile and a tap on the leg, then found her hand and gave it a little squeeze, refusing to let go.
Jasmine found herself grinning at the warmth from Cecelia’s smaller hand in hers, and looked over at her. Her long black hair shining in the sunlight, it was down today but soon enough it’d be in a braid, out of her way. Jasmine actually liked the braids, it was satisfying to deconstruct them at night. Her thoughts were interrupted by a quiet, “Finally,” from Cecelia.
The head counselor stepped up in front of the campers and started reading off cabin assignments. Why he didn’t work out some other system was mystery to them all, but if you managed to miss your name the individual counselors received lists for their cabins after the long read off, so no real loss other than time. After a while both Jasmine and Cecelia heard their names called for the same cabin and Cecelia lightly bumped her hip against Jasmine’s with a teasing “I’m on top…”
“Sure you are. We’ll see.” Jasmine said, lifting her eyebrow as she started towards their cabin, leading Cecelia along. They went up the steps and pulled open the door, knowing they had to be first to be sure to share a bunk bed set. Cecelia let go of the other girl’s hand and tossed her bags up to the top bed of one set, then started to climb up, Jasmine following close after and peering up her skirt with a smirk.
“Cute thong…” She commented softly, winking when Cecelia looked at her. She laughed when she saw Cecelia start to reply then go silent when a few more girls came in, heading to claim their own beds. “Silly…”
The girls in the cabin went about unpacking, making beds, chatting. For the most part they were catching up, all of them the older girls who were having their last summer there. After about an hour they were all situated and the intercoms came on announcing dinner for the campers, signaling the counselors to start rounding up the younger campers. Of course the older girls were trusted to show up on their own, and if they didn’t, well, they tended to have brought some of their own food to snack on.
Jasmine dragged her feet as the other girls headed out, then trailed after Cecelia, a few feet from the cabin she reached out and grabbed her wrist, bringing a finger to her lips when Cecelia looked back at her. She smiled and started into the trees instead of along the path. Cecelia stood there a few minutes, debating whether or not to follow her, after all, they might get scolded for not going to dinner. She started after her, after all, they only had one month of it being easy, and then it’d all change.
She frowned when she realized she couldn’t see Jasmine any longer, but kept going, looking for any sign of the other girl. After a bit she jumped, then sighed in relief when Jasmine stepped out of a bush and grabbed her. “You’re mine, right?” Jasmine asked softly, pressing her face against Cecelia’s soft black hair, her arms wrapping around the other girl’s smaller frame.
“Yes. Haven’t I always been?” She said, looking up at Jasmine, never proper, always tough, just a little unsure, Jasmine.
“You never told your parents.” Jasmine whispered, her hair slipping into her eyes. Cecelia pushed it away and sighed.
“You know it’s only so I can keep coming back here with you. At the end of the month I’ll tell them, and they can’t do a thing to stop me, if they want to stop me.” She kissed her softly on the mouth, then gasped when she was pressed up against a tree. “My clothes will get dirty.”
“You can wash them. Silly, why come to camp and be afraid of dirt?” Jasmine muttered, kissing her again. “I love you.”