Baylen glanced behind him to see Pratt had come with him and gave him a half smile. So far things were going well. He wondered if this would be the first camp he would go to that would finally not have drama. He wasn't guiltless of contributing but he was never the instigator. 

Baylen turned to the girls, looking to each with a wide smile. He always got along better with girls. He knew he was a good looking kid but he enjoyed the company of women in general over men. His therapist says this has to do with his close relationship with his Grandma and the cold, distant relationship he harbors with his parents, who both wear pant suits and ties. He simply figures it's because he enjoys being with women. Why did everything have to be broken down to a specific reason? 

At Gwen's invitation he sat down next to her. She was the most vocal and so far the friendliest of the group. This was always day one of camp though; everyone getting to know each other and get comfortable. Well they were going to have a lot of time to do that so day one was always a bit awkward. 

Baylen glanced around the table at the girls and back to the guys, except Pratt who he already introduced himself to. "My name's Baylen guys. I know we'll get to know each other soon enough in one of those lame orientation name-games, but better to do it now than inside that stuffy room, right?" he grinned, leaning back against the table. His posture of comfort was broken though by a familiar smell that wafted ever so subtly through the air. Baylen sat up straight and looked around the grounds, glancing to a few at the table. "You guys smell that?" He was a rebellious teen, and knew very well the relaxing smell of pot. "No way..." he said more to himself than to the others, laughing softly. This camp would be more fun than he thought.