It was Summer and by some magical one-in-a-million chance, or so it seemed, they each had coinciding breaks from school, work, or whatever took up the majority of their time. For Melanie, it was school. She was a good student, but certainly not disciplined as she could have been. Making special deals with her professors to let her turn in late work, or skip an assignment all together, helped her out on rare occasion. There wasn't an ounce of seriousness in her body, not a drip of reality flowing through her. Hers was a head meant to rest on the clouds.<br/><br/>Long blonde hair was pulled into a sloppy bun on the back of her head, held together with a pair of black lacquered chopsticks. Her eyes rivaled the vivid moss that clung to the never ending sea of trees that surrounded them. A lake so unbelievably crisp and clear rested about thirty feet from where they pitched their tents and set up their fire. A few coolers were haphazardly placed about the site, serving as makeshift seats for those who couldn't find a suitable boulder. Melanie knelt down and shoved some newspaper into the center of a teepee of varying sizes of wood before dousing it with lighter fluid and setting it aflame with her yellow bic lighter.<br/><br/>The sun was starting to retreat behind the wall of trees that circled the clearing and the lake, the temperature dropping a few degrees. It was going to be a comfortably warm night, and Melanie's outfit matched the weather. A long yellow tank top that went down almost past her bum, and a pair of gray shorts that fell halfway between her hips and her knees. Underneath, a purple and yellow striped bikini for swimming in the lake.<br/><br/>"It's about damn time we hung out like this," she said, dragging a cooler over to the fire and sitting down on it, pulling what looked like, but probably wasn't, a cigarette out of her pocket and lighting it up. "It feels like it's been way too long."