Sadie
I watch the flames dance over the decaying bodies of the wood as they slowly turn to ash. The fire cackles as it keeps growing stronger. While I, a human, feel the warmth it gives and helps me not shiver much in this dark cold night. Hmm, it just goes to show that death can have its purpose. And I make sure that mine will be very helpful to those around me.
I look up and see Anya just staring at the fire, watching it move like it’s entertaining us at the bar--not gonna lie the way this fire move is so sexy that if it’s a human woman I would fuck it.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      
“Mesmerizing, isn’t it?”
“Hmm?” I look up.
“The fire.” 
‘Oh,” is all that came out of my mouth. “Yeah.” It is mesmerizing indeed, like how it’s interesting to know how serial killers kill their victims. It’s quiet again as Anya did not say anything anymore, and mentally I am alone with my shitty thoughts. I should stop with these dark thoughts. Look at me all cozying up while pondering such things as gloomy as the forest. Hell, even these vengeful fires and the dim sky lit up what was surrounding them. While my cloud of thoughts is filled with ponderous darkness.
I stare at Anya instead, hopefully, to get diabetes instead but she is not wearing her blonde wig and pink clothes and she’s not singing overly auto-tuned songs about love and how life is ‘sweet’ or whatever the fuck.
Right now, her hair is all tied up in a bun, which I have never seen before and she still looks gorgeous, maybe even more than she was on stage. She’s also wearing my clothes--which poor God knows I will not be washing for a few weeks and will do things with it so He better end my life now unless He wants this to happen--and is surrounded in a gloomy atmosphere. Cicadas crackling around us as I watch her just staring at the flames, thinking of something deep, like something’s wrong, maybe…I hope not.
Now that I look at her in clothes I usually wear indoors, I start to wonder: Is this how people usually see me? No wonder why they’re always worried. Maybe I do need to change my style a bit.
I clear my throat, to try to get her attention. She did not budge, nor nod her head up. I study her face. She doesn’t seem well: her shoulders are slouched and her eyes are just focusing on the fire, but she doesn’t look amused or mesmerized by it, she looks…sad? Upset? I wonder if something happened. Did I do something? 
I call her out, but it took me four “hey”s before she look up at me. She is looking at me alright but her eyes are also moving around, looks like she’s avoiding my stare but she doesn't want it to be obvious. “Are you okay?” 
She looks to her side downwards, bites her lip, and nods. “Yeah,” She said softly.
 I can feel my heart beat fast and this time it’s not out of simping for her. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” She said in the same tone of voice. She smiles softly at me. I am afraid I might have made her uncomfortable. I try to remember when I lit the fire, she was staring at me, smiling so wide at first but then slowly it dropped, and she looked puzzled. I asked if she was alright a while ago and she confirmed she was. But she did not look like it. Did something bad happen a while ago that I am not aware of? “Why? Is something wrong?”
“Well, you look like something’s bothering you-”
Her eyes suddenly widen and her mouth is shaped like an O. “The smores! Yeah, I almost forgot about that.” And before I could say another thing to her, she disappears into the tent, while I am thinking if I did something that made her act that way.
Anya
The moment I step inside the tent, I take deep breaths. I don’t know what’s happening to me. Somehow I feel nervous around Sadie, and it’s not because I’m afraid she will kill me and sell me off the black market like I thought when I first saw her. No. If she would, she could’ve done it now. She could push me in the fire already but no. I tried making a conversation, hoping this confusing feeling would fade. But the moment Sadie looks into my eyes just makes matters worse. My heart is beating so fast, my face is heating up like there’s a bonfire underneath it, and staring at her makes me go crazy in some way. Once I laid eyes on her I couldn't stop looking away. I start to forget words and focus on her. I was trying to stare at the fire and wonder how it moves so gracefully but my eyes always find their way to Sadie and wonder how she could look so…something more, I guess. As I said, words starts leaving my mind as I stare at her, and now I feel like I have been staring at her for too long that my brain memorizes how her brown eyes are like a gem, her cheeks like a squirrel that I wish I could just cup with both my hands, her big nose as Filipinos usually have fits her perfectly, then her lips so…
By the thought of it, I start to bite mine. What is happening to me? 
She’s different, and she’s making me feel different.
I am not sure what I am feeling since I haven’t felt this before. Or have I? Maybe I did when I was staring at Robert Pattinson while watching Twilight. But this is different, this thing with Sadie is so much more than Robert Pattinson.
Wait--shit.
Am I in love? 
No way. Oh gosh, this is a disaster. I can’t scare that poor girl this way. I gotta stay calm.
I take slower breaths until I am sure I’ve calmed down, well for a bit. I kneel opposite my camping bag to get a bag of marshmallows, chocolate, and biscuits. I also brought my notebook and my pen in case. But before I leave the tent, I write down a note, probably a lyric I could turn into a full song:
March 16, 2018
When I stare at you 
My mind memorize everything
Your eyes of mahogany
Feels like stars 
Your smiles of a rising sun
That greets me 
It made me calm
But also made me crazy
What is it with you,
That made me feel different?
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I come out of the tent and my eyes automatically find their way to Sadie. I notice that her eyes are closed and she’s mumbling to herself while fidgeting her fingers. Her chest expands with every breath she takes in. She must’ve heard me move out of the tent so she stops and looks back up at me. I raise both my hands up to my face, holding the marshmallows on the left and the biscuits and chocolate to my right. “Smores!” Then I walk to the log and sit back down on it. After grabbing two sticks below me, I open up the pack of marshmallows, grab two, and plunge them straight down the stick at the same time. I stand up and give the other one to Sadie. “Have you tried making smores before?”
She stands up and takes the stick. “When I was alone in the house I tried burning the marshmallow using the stove. Not sure if that counts.”
I giggle. “Have you done camp before?”
“Only once. Though it does not include burning marshmallows so it’s not as fun as movies depict it.”
“Oh, I see. Though, mores are more than just burnt marshmallows. Well, that’s the first part.” I extend the stick towards the fire, and I watch Sadie do the same. “You can cook the marshmallow until it turns brown in most parts.” I was just thinking of taking a glance at Sadie but I find myself glued to her the moment I look up. I watch as her petite brown hand gently turn the stick on each side of the marshmallow as I do, then my eyes slowly made their way to her naturally light rose lips, watching it move but not knowing what it says, then to her chubby cheeks, and up to her eyes, which is already staring back at me. Like beautiful mahogany.  
“Hey!” I snap back when I finally understand what she’s saying. “Your marshmallow--it’s light-brownish.”
“Oh,” I look down at mine and she’s right--it’s cooked right. I look at Sadie’s. “Yours is alright too.”
“Yeah, but I’m thinking of cooking it for a little bit longer.” 
I nod as I make my way to the log and open up the biscuits then the chocolate bar. I grab both of them with one hand and give them out to Sadie once she is finished with her marshmallow that is now covered in brown. “Hold them out for me.” She did as I told her. Being alone most of the time every time I camp,--excluding my guards who are just standing a few feet from me whose job is only to ‘protect’ me--I mastered how to make smores with one hand: I snap one block of chocolate and stab it just on top of the marshmallow, then I grab two pieces of biscuits as I use the other one to push the marshmallow and the chocolate up while the one on top is to keep them in place. And viola goes my smores. 
I look at Sadie, who is now looking at the chocolate. “This has been in your bag for so long; how come has it not melted yet?”
I scoffed. “When you just bought a chocolate from the market, you’re not supposed to put them in the fridge right away so it won’t melt so quick.” With three-over-four of my fingers holding my smores, I use my middle finger to point at her marshmallow that is still on its stick. “Do you want me to do them for you?”
“Sure.” She hands me her stick and I hand her my smores. As I assemble her smores, I can feel her staring. Though I am not sure if she’s staring at me or the way I am making her snack. “Are you sure things are okay?”
“Hmm?”
“It’s just that…The way you were looking at me earlier…” Shit, I thought to myself,  I can’t believe I fuck things up too quickly. “Look,” Sadie continued, “you can tell me anything and I swear I won’t react to anything too negative. You can always trust me. If I did something bad, please point it out. I’m a dumbass sometimes and-”
“No no! You did not do anything bad I swear!” I look up at her, trying to make out what she’s feeling right now. She’s not looking right at me and instead her pupils move in different places. Her teeth gnaw at her bottom lip, and her feet are tapping the floor. “Hey,” I handed her smores. “You did nothing wrong. I’m just…Thinking random things like…Thinking of my mom and such--family things hehe.”
“Oh,” She finally looks at my eyes but she shifts her gaze right away. “Okay.” 
“Do you still need your stick? For more s'mores?”
“Maybe not.”
“Oh okay. I mean one smore can make me full anyway.” I threw both of the sticks on the ground and my smores replaced it. I ask Sadie to hand me the biscuits and chocolate so I could put them back in my bag, but she insists on doing it instead. I follow her inside the tent after grabbing the marshmallows and she helps me put them back where I have them. When both of us exited the tent, we went back to where we once sat.
I took a bite of my smores and, as always, I still find the taste magical--insert all the shiny emojis there are on my keyboard. 
I hear a low hum and I look up at Sadie. “Mmm fuck this is great!”
“I know right?” and we both chuckled.
My stares are glued to Sadie again as she keeps biting on the smores and how she can’t get over the taste of it (her smiles never disappear and her eyes are kept closed as she chews on it, and sometimes she’s doing a chef’s kiss to which I find super adorable.) No matter how hard I try to hold them back in, my smile is plastered on my face. I let my smile stay, and I let myself feel what I am feeling right now. The sounds of cicadas and crickets surround us, but I can feel butterflies and fireflies all around me, the sound that I am hearing in my head is a piano playing a soft melody. I am aware that what I am feeling is dangerous but if this is the case: I don’t wanna be saved.