Pulling on a lime-green t-shirt two sizes too big, Youngmee stretched her arms and stepped outside the warmth of her cabin. The sound of the crackling campfire laced the earsplitting complaints of a damp, tired Brittany Biskit. "I swear to God, I hate hiking! Never ever again, you guys, I swear!"

"Oh, c'mon, Brittany," Youngmee said softly, approached the log the albino girl was sitting on. "It wasn't that bad, was it?"

Brittany gave her a sharp glare, but Blythe chimed in before she had a chance to retort. "Yeah, Britt. At least you're not Jasper." From next to her, Whittany had to stifle a giggle. Halfway through their hiking adventure, Jasper had fallen into a thick puddle of mud, and it had dried to his skin by the end of the day.

Now, though, Jasper was perfectly clean. It had taken him nearly an hour to wash himself off, however. "Hey, you couldn't even tell, anyways!" he called. "It totally blended in with my skin tone."

"Sure it did," muttered Sue, rolling her eyes.

"Anyways," continued Youngmee at last, sliding onto the log, next to Brittany. "I think you handled it pretty well." She set a comforting hand on the girl's shoulder, giving her a hopeful smile. Brittany smiled back for a moment, inching her way closer—

"Are you, like, kidding?" blurted out the oldest Biskit twin. "She couldn't go five seconds without checking her text messages."

"You weren't much better," murmured Blythe, giving Whittany a smug look.

Even through the fire, Youngmee could see Whittany's cheeks flare red. "Well at least I didn't have my earbuds drilled in! Isn't that, like, really rude or something?"

From her side, Youngmee saw Brittany's eyes roll around in a neat little circle. The albino girl stuck her tongue out, looking exasperated, before resting her head on Youngmee's shoulder. "Don't ever make me do that again, okay?"

Youngmee chuckled, resting her cheek on the top of Brittany's snow-white head, which was slowly being eaten up by the black of the night. "Okay, okay, never again," she said, but there was a teasing tone to it.

Brittany spoke again, and Youngmee could tell she was pouting: "Seriously, MeeMee! You have to, like, promise."

Youngmee gave the smallest of sighs. Brittany's short hair blew gently against her breath. "Okay, I promise. Never, ever again." She slipped her slightly callused hand into Brittany's baby-soft hand and squeezed. Brittany squeezed back, and within seconds Youngmee could feel her smile against the crook of her neck.

Sometimes, her girlfriend gave her such grief.