I Will Try To Fix You

Part Two: Time Bomb

It had been two weeks. Two, long, painful weeks since they’d arrived at this dreadful place. Spencer and Ashley had reacted in two very different ways to their situation, although their dissimilar personalities did nothing to undermine the clear attraction between them. Chemistry is funny like that I suppose.

“We should get to group…” Spencer spoke from the bottom bunk as she sat up, readjusting her shirt. Every day they were required to report to group for three different sessions. Once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and once in the evening. It was time for their third and final meeting, and neither was particularly eager. However, Ashley could tell by Spencer’s distant behavior that the constant drilling of heterosexuality was beginning to wear on her. Ashley found it disturbing to say the least.

“Ick…” Was all she muttered as a response, feeling particularly moody tonight. Eventually she did swing her legs out of the bed and plop to the floor, arms stretching high above her head, “You ready for another hour of brain washing?” She spoke with mock enthusiasm, clapping her hands together.

“Oh am I ever.” Spencer replied with a small smirk, pulling herself from her bed and rising to her feet. They stood like that for a moment, eyes locked as each girl waited for the other to make the move. Spencer was reluctant to admit her, as the camp admin deemed, Same-Sex attraction. Meanwhile, Ashley was concerned that the second she kissed Spencer, she’d freak out and go all closet case on her. The result? Well, a lot of awkward moments and absolutely no progress.

After a moment Spencer finally moved away, opening the door and heading down the hall towards the room where the meetings took place. Ashley cursed beneath her breath then followed after the blonde, her lips tightened into a frown. It was hard enough to keep her cool in group, but she had that edgy feeling now that told her today was going to be her last day of silence.

The pair of Spencer and Ashley entered the room and took seats, settling in their chairs as they waited for the counselor to speak. Once the room was filled the woman began, her smile bright as she looked around at all of the confused and troubled faces. “Alright, so today I am going to be reading you all excerpts from an article about the homosexual lifestyle.” The woman introduced, and already Ashley knew this was going to be bad.