Summary: "I am never going on that death trap again!"

Disclaimer: Yup, still not in my possession, too bad.

So, he had to admit that it had been three days, and he wasn't ready to kill anyone yet. And maybe, just maybe he was glad that he had been forced into coming to the cottage. Truthfully, after the first day, everyone seemed to divide off, doing their own thing. Shane and Dustin had gone backpacking over night, they'd be back later today, Tori had decided to go into town for something or another, and that had left Blake, Hunter and himself. Somehow the thunder brothers had talked him into tubing, which was why he was now hanging onto a small tube for dear life.

If he kept his eyes closed it wasn't so bad, but then again, in a way that was like admitting defeat. So he kept his eyes open, with the handles on the tube in a death grip, as they towed him around the lake at top speed. Next time, someone else could volunteer to go first, even if he hadn't volunteered at all, it's more like Hunter volunteered him. He could see the blond watching him from the boat, he seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Watching him. It was like whenever he looked up, Hunter looked away. It wasn't that he minded, it was just that he wasn't sure what he meant by it.

A sudden wave sent him flying into the air, as the tube was airborne underneath him. He hit the water hard, sinking into the silent depths, slightly dazed. He really was starting to wonder if the water had something against him, as he propelled himself to the surface. The boat was about twenty feet away, and he was immensely glad that he was wearing a life jacket. His limbs felt like jello. Blake had spotted him floating in the water and was steering the boat close enough for Hunter to pull him up and over the side, so that they were both sitting on the floor.

"You okay?" Hunter asked checking him over for injuries.

"Yes, but I am never going on that death trap again." He started undoing the clips to his life jacket, choosing to remain where he was on the floor of the boat. Hunter stood up, satisfied that Cam was not broken in anyway, and going over to the steering wheel. With Blake pulling in the tube. This gave him the perfect view of Hunter. He realised he was staring, and quickly looked away, only to see Blake watching him.

He blushed and focused on a point on the floor as they headed back to the doc.

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"Dude, I'm telling you, if you don't do something soon, I'll lock the two of you in a room together." Blake was sitting on Hunter's bed, as Hunter rooted through his duffle for his crimson sweater.

"You know I can't do that." He stood, growing even more agitated at the missing sweater.

"Yeah, yeah I know. Cam doesn't like guys, well dude, I'm telling you he was checking you out on the boat the other day." Blake rolled over to look under the bed "well, unless you own a green sweater, I found Cam's sweater." He held up a green sweater. Hunter snatched it away, placing it on a chair.

"I was cold, Cam lent me his sweater, 'cause I can't seem to find mine." He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Alright, dude I give up. Where could it be?"

"Maybe you should wear the green one." Blake smirked as Hunter threw one of his shirts at his brothers head. "Why do you want it so badly any ways?"

He picked up his duffle, emptying its contents onto the floor. "I'm cold. I don't like being cold." A knock on the door caught their attention, before Cam poked his head in.

"Hunter, you left your sweater downstairs." Hunter opened the door, shoving the pile of clothes out of the way. "I don't want to know, do I?" Cam asked looking around the room. Hunter took his sweater, pulling it on, muffling his response.

"Oh, I have your sweater too." He grabbed the green sweater from the chair.

"Thanks." Cam took the sweater, his fingers brushing against Hunters, before he turned and hurried out of the room.

"Dude, if you didn't see that, then it truly is hopeless." Blake watched Hunter blush red, toeing on his shoes.

"Come on, we're going to be late for the campfire." He turned to turn off the light, as Blake left the room ahead of him, showing his grin to the empty room.