Hey it's just me Steph, hehe, I forgot to dedicate this one! It is very much dedicated to my friend Steve cause he always tells me to write something that's not fantasy or gory horror, and here it is!

Prologue- Wakefield, Rhode Island

The sun beat down hotly on the small clearing. He sat at the small picnic table, letting the slight breeze blow over his skin. It dried the salty sweat, and cooled him slightly.

"Dalton!" her voice was breathy and excited, as if she had been running. Dalton looked up from his papers to see a very winded Serena. Her waist-length dark brown hair was swept back into a messy bun. Her cheeks were a light pink and a light sheen of sweat covered her skin.

He felt a slight grin rise to his lips at the sight of her disheveled appearance. She slid into the seat across from him, and smoothed some stray wisps of hair back against her head.

"What'cha doing?" Serena asked as she pulled the papers away from him. He made a playful grab for them, but she yanked them out of his reach.

"Fuller, #3468-0218, mini golf 3, 4:17-4:36 p.m.," she read aloud, "Thomas, #2921-0392, volleyball, 4:21-5:02 p.m.; Serconti, #3938-6029, mini golf 2, 4:21-4:40; DeMarx, #4973-0372, shuffleboard, 4:32-5:23 p.m."

Serena pushed the records back to Dalton with a heavy sigh. "I thought being a rec. aide might be some fun."

Dalton looked down at the papers which had all the records from the recreation shack on them.

"Are you calling my job boring?" he questioned, his Northern British accent lilting mockingly.

"Not all the time," she smiled mischievously, and tilted her head. Dalton noticed for the umpteenth time that her eyes were a striking blue- green that he could get lost in for days and never find his way out.

But Serena, no matter what Dalton felt or wanted, was a camper, and 16 at that. And at the end of the summer he would go back to Britain and they'd never see each other again.

He realized he had been staring at her by the quizzical look in her eyes. Playfully drumming his fingertips on Serena's forearm, Dalton tried to break the tension. He was rewarded with one of Serena's few real smiles. And her eyes lit up so brightly- oh, no, Serena, not you. Don't feel this. It won't work.

A voice sneered inside his head, 'An emotion that powerful couldn't not be mutual!"

Dalton brushed the unhappy thought out of his head, but its power weighed heavily on his mind.

* * *

Dalton watched the rocky shoreline of New England disappear from the oval airplane window broodingly. Good-bye Serena.

A/N: If you think this is based on real life, you're right. However, in the real life version, I cannot account for "Dalton's" interest in "Serena".