Greg yawned as he pulled the old Mustang into the lot, classic rock blaring on the radio. He didn't know the name of the song, but he was kind of into it. He rubbed his eyes, still a bit tired from the night before. The rest of his family had an extremely early day, and hadn't been able to see him off. He'd said his goodbyes last night. He was worried that there wouldn't be any parking by the time he got there. Luckily for him, he got a spot and headed over to the trunk, pulling out a bag. He slammed the trunk hatch. He clicked his tongue as he stood and looked around. Everything about the camp was gorgeous; the beach looked rather appealing right now, but he decided that there would be time for that later. 

[i]'Activities center, activities center, activities center...'[/i] He repeated the phrase in his head until he spotted it, and headed down. He couldn't help but rush a bit, unable to really contain his excitement. He'd hadn't been to any other summer camp that seemed quite like this; it was more like a vacation! He walked into the building, and was greeted by a very excited receptionist. 

"Hello, welcome!" she said, sweetly. Greg smiled as he approached the receptionist's desk.

"What's your name, hun?" 

"Greg," he responded.

"Hi, Greg." She started typing into the computer as he realized he never finished.

"Uh, Harrison." 

"Oh?" The receptionist looked up at him. "Harrison, then?"

Greg rubbed his chin. "I, uh. No, sorry. Greg Harrison. First and last."

The receptionist chuckled. "Alright, sweetie, hang on." She typed a bit into the computer on her desk. "Alright. You're in cabin four, hun." She slid him a map across the desk and circled a spot on it with a pen. She then set a key on top of the map. "And you'll need that. Come back if you need anything, okay?"

Greg nodded. "Thanks." He held the key in his hand, and looked at it as he walked out. It had a large number four on it, naturally. He walked along the path running through the camp, thinking of what he would do next. There were already a couple people at the beach, but he figured he had other things to do first. Probably nothing too exciting, just setting up his cabin space and meeting his roommates. So there was that to look forward to, at least. 

He was wearing a red tartan button-up and shorts. Nothing special, but he didn't look too bad. Definitely casual. He flicked a part of his collar down as he stood in front of his cabin. He cursed under his breath as he fumbled the key, and the lock wouldn't turn. When he finally got it open, he saw the lights were already on, and he noticed another guy lying on a bed. He tossed his suitcase down on a bed by a window. He peered out it, before looking at the guy on his own bed. 

"Some camp, huh?.. Beautiful out there. I'm Greg."