The Player Next Door

The actual story around here is Mark Lawson. I did, in fact, change the topic of discussion. Mark Lawson, on the other hand, is the subject of much discussion. Athlete of the year and s*x fantasy. His washboard abs make you want to shred every T-shirt you see just so he wouldn't have to wear anything. He is quite attractive. The weather for ice cream is warm. You know, the sort where you want to lick every last drop. Isn't it a stretch? Before seeing him, I had the same thought. He lives on my block, so I see him frequently. From time to time, life throws you a bone like that. Now I was looking out the window of my bedroom at Mark. His workout bag swung across his shoulder as he walked up the driveway. The hottest man on the planet has reincarnated. "Billie!" "Can you tell me what you're up to?" Jenny came over to see what I was looking at, and she agreed with me "Girl, never stop dreaming. That young man was born to live in another world." As my best buddy entered the room, she caught me off guard. "I know," I moaned as I logged in to Netflix on my laptop. We were set to start watching Season 2 of Mortal Combat. "With him right across the street, why would you even have a Netflix account?" "Can you see his room from here?" she inquired, taking my place at the window. "Fine," Jenny grumbled and grudgingly changed the subject, "So, are you still teaching at that summer camp?" "Yes, I am compensated for it. When school starts, I'll be able to work less hours at the business "I stated. "Probably for the best," I said as I closed the blinds before things became any creepier. My family is financially strapped. My sister has an obsessive buying habit, and my mother is a serial dater, which doesn't help matters. What about my father? Your estimate is just as good as mine. I only made friends with the younger kids at camp last summer. People my age have a habit of ignoring me. But, to be honest, I could not have guessed what was about to occur. My entire world would be turned upside down, inside out, and rattled from side to side in a few of weeks. I used to be a nobody, and I still am. A nobody who knows Mark Lawson, on the other hand, is not a nothing at all. Jenny quipped, "Perhaps you'll hang out with someone your age this year." A sleepover camp for children aged 8 to 13. I had never been here as a kid, so I didn't have camp cheer, but the work paid well. I walked into the administration cabin after parking my automobile behind it. A sleepover camp for children aged 8 to 13. I had never been here as a kid, so I didn't have camp cheer, but the work paid well. I walked into the administration cabin after parking my automobile behind it. Meavers camp is a camp on the outskirts of Meavers a suburban area. "Hello, Kim, " I said as I approached the 'welcoming desk.' We were both counselors here last year while she was a rising senior at my high school. We even shared my protein bars while teaching a volleyball lesson together (big sacrifice). She questioned, "Do I recognize you?" "My name is Billie Jenner, and I'd want to introduce myself to you. I, too, work as a camp counselor "As I previously stated, That wasn't enough to make a lasting impression, I think. "You're making your way to the front desk. "Sure," she said as she drew a stack of papers from her bag and read through them. Oh, my. Are you Billie, I hear you say?" Didn't she know who I was? "Yeah!" "I gave you my protein b-," I exclaimed cheerfully. "You're making your way to the front desk. "Sure," she said as she drew a stack of papers from her bag and read through them. Oh, my. Are you Billie, I hear you say?" "Is he your relative? I had no idea, oh my goodness. "It's strange to think he'll be here this summer," she kept saying again and over." "Who?" She stood up and walked up to me, hugging me "It's wonderful to finally meet you. I'm Khloe, and I'd want to introduce myself." "I'm familiar with your identity-" "A camp map can be found here. By the way, I like your shirt. I'll take you on a tour." "I'm well-versed in my surroundings. "You should definitely meet some of my friends as well. You'll be in charge of the Maple campers and will accompany him to the- "a) "I'm sharing a room with a boy?" you might wonder. With surprise, I inquired. It was against the rules for us to share a room with someone of the opposite gender. Girls and boys were segregated by cabins. "I realize it's unconventional, but we had too many female counselors, and since you're related-" "Can you tell me who my ancestors are?" Seriously. Please just answer one question at a time, and don't start a new one. What is the name of this character? The doors flew wide, and a cool wind blew into the room. Mark Lawson, in all his confident splendor, was in the doorway when we turned around. "I've come to see if there's anything I can do." He had a deep, powerful voice. He's the first person I've heard speak. People talk about him a lot and most of them appreciate him from afar, but hearing him up close was a whole new level of… damage "What?" I gave her a sidelong glance. Is she in good condition. Kim said, star-struck, "You're beautiful" While we were checking him out, he checked in. ""It's a pleasure to meet you, Mark Lawson," Kim said as she struggled to regain her composure. I can't believe you'll be working as a counselor this summer. You have our undying affection. The kids, after all, adore you. You'll be adored by the kids-" He walked up to the main desk, ignoring her. The kids aren't going to like him if he keeps this attitude. On the desk, he saw his folder. It was the first open file in the stack. Before we arrived, Kim had clearly been poring over his background information. He scowled at her. "How come my room isn't there?" says the narrator. Kim explained, "It's the Maple Cabin." "With her," Kim said, pointing to me. Freeze. Rewind. Who could've predicted that? Mark Lawson's piercing blue eyes rested on me for the first time since his arrival. "Who are you?" says the narrator. I wasn't convinced right now. Partly because Mark's eyes have that impact on people, but mostly because the'me' I know leads a quite mundane existence. And there was nothing ordinary about this incident. I couldn't respond since all I could think of was one thing…. In a sidecar, with chocolate spread and a hot cross bun, holy jumping mother of a weasel I didn't claim to be normal, after all.