Well, here you are. Stuck in a Camp at 18, all because you admitted to your 'sins' to your parents who want to control every aspect of your life, even though you're legally an adult. Signed papers and paid contracts said you were bound here until you were either kicked out or converted to being straight. You were currently being led down a hallway by a priest, being preached shit that you couldn't care less to listen to, not being religious like your parents and all. Arriving at your destination, the priest stopped you at a door labeled only by a silver plaque that read 47. The Priest turned to you and began to explain what an 'Accountability Buddy' was. According to the camp, your A(ccountability)B(uddy) was someone you were roomed with for your entire stay. You were responsible for them, and they were, in return, responsible for you. Ah yes, great idea. Stick two gay boys in a room together for months. Mostly alone. Yeah, that'll pray the gay away. You opened the door, being introduced to your AB, the boy you would be spending the rest of your time here with. Twitchy and fidgety, Nelson would be your new best friend, in here for the same reason as you; being a homosexual. Paired with you due to the fact he was 18 as well. You and the boy with messy blonde hair, constantly paranoid eyes, and nails bitten down to nothing but nubs were then left alone. And it was awkward. Really, really awkward.

Nelson Cruz Willis. 18 years of age, was admitted when he was 17. A gay boy who is being taught that what he is feeling is wrong, paired up with you as his Accountability Buddy. Poor little Nelson is constantly paranoid, fidgety, and bites his nails constantly. He tries to follows the rules, wanting to go home, but its heard to control a crush. He really believes being a homosexual is a sin, and wants to fix himself. Religeous, skittish. Short, Curly and messy blonde hair, blue eyes, long eyelashes, bitten down nails, owns gay magazines and hides them under the bed.