Author's Note: Please review, I want to know what you think! More conversation in this chapter…
As they reached the dock, which Mitchie found impossible because they kept on rowing in circles, they both remained silent. She would avert her gaze, while his own lingered about at her. A sly grin would come upon his face, then she would become uncomfortable, perhaps even embarrassed. Shane took hold of her hand, heaving her to the mess hall where dinner would probably take place at the time. When she jerked her hand back, he still refused to let go of her. She was flinching the entire time, but Shane kept on asking what was wrong. Her answer was always, "Nothing."
Opening the door, conversations died out as stares struck the two, whether they stared because they were both drenched in water or because Shane Gray was holding the hand of the kitchen helper.
"Can you let go of me now?"
"No…"
"Shane!"
He hesitantly released her hand, but with a slight grin on his face. Mitchie was a little bit pleased when he would smile more.
"Get me two towels," Shane ordered indirectly, to no one in particular, but he was given them.
"Oh my, Mitchie," her mother, Connie exclaimed as she gave them the towels and told them to dry off in the corner, "What happened to you two?"
"Uhm…" Shane couldn't help but begin to laugh, and was soon joined by Mitchie. "We fell in the lake?"
She took a seat on the stool. The soft material of the towel brushed at her hair and wiping her face. She then placed the towel at her shoulders, under her hair.
Connie shook her head in disbelief, then ordered, "Both of you, go change your clothes. The mess hall is already a mess!"
"Ouch..."
"What's wrong?" Connie and Shane's voice chorused.
"I…can't move my right leg."
After they called the nurse to come immediately, she had asked what she was doing, and if she had collided with anything.
"Um, no, I don't think so. The canoe flipped over, so…"
"Well, Mitchie," the nurse said, "It seems you twisted your ankle, nothing big though. You'll have to miss Camp sessions for a day or two, which won't be a problem, it's already the end of camp."
"What?"
"It's okay, Mitch. I'll take you back to your cabin."
He held out his hand, which she slowly took and started walking hesitantly. When Tess stuck out her foot, Mitchie stumbled, but fortunately landed in front of Shane.
"Uhm…thanks…"
In her cabin, after she dried her hair, she rummaged through drawers, looking for something else to wear as she was still in petite shorts, looking like undergarments. "Ah." She yanked out a simple top, and began to dress in it, until the door suddenly flung open.
"Mitchie?" Shane called out as he entered, but then froze in his tracks.
"…Shane…leave."
"Oh, uh, sorry," he said, almost a whisper.
Gosh, doesn't that boy know how to knock? Mitchie would've began shrieking in embarrassment, but she at least somewhat kept a cool demeanor. Her cheeks were a rosy pink, and she wanted to bury herself in the bed. She took a glance at the mirror and twirled around to see how she looked. She was dressed simply, but it had an elegant flair to it at the same time; it was an lavender-blue top, and the sleeves were cut mid-way to her elbows, making her shoulders visible. It was overlaid with an ebony, glossy silk ribbon at her waist. Following her waist sash was a skirt, a shade of ash. She hoped nobody thought she was trying to show off or anything, Mitchie just wanted to dress up more than the usual. "This is cute, I wonder why I've never worn it."
"Well, took you long enough. You do look cute," Shane commented as Mitchie stepped out of the cabin. Shane was very plainly dressed, an ebony tee streaked with a white-ash shade and tightly fitting slacks. She swatted him gently against him arm.
"Shane, it's not my fault I have a twisted ankle. It takes longer to get dressed."
"That's 'cause it's mine."
Suddenly, a dragged out growl from their stomachs made them laugh.
"Wow," Shane bit his lip to prevent him from bursting out laughing, "Your laughter is contagious."
"Ha-ha. Hungry?"
"'Course."
"So, uh Shane," Mitchie nervously murmured, "Why did you walk in on me back there?"
"…Well, sorry. I didn't mean to. I just wanted to apologize…" Is he embarrassed?
"For what?"
"I guess it's my fault you twisted your ankle."
At that time, Shane scooped her up into a gentle, bridal style position. "You shouldn't walk too much."
"Put me down!"
"Am I too cool for you?"
