Mitchie stepped quickly into her cabin and shut the door quietly. But Caitlynn heard her anyway.
"How was it?" she asked, bounding up with engery and excitement. "What did you do? Why are you all wet? Did he kiss you again?"
Mitchie held up her hands. "Whoa, whoa, Cait," she said. "Let me dry off!"
"Okay," Caitlynn answered. She went to her laptop and played a few chords. Mitchie quickly got into dry clothes and sat on her bed. Instantly, Caitlynn repeated her questions.
"We went for a canoe ride. It was awesome and I fell out. No, he only gave me a hug anything else?" Mitchie answered.
"You fell out?" Caitlynn repeated, biting her lip to keep from laughing.
"There was a rock," Mitchie mumbled, blushing. "I lost my balance. Then a plant decided it wanted to keep me prisoner."
"How did you get out?"
"Shane. He dived in after me when I didn't come back up."
Caitlynn grinned. "Shane Gray to the resuce," she murmmered.
"Be quiet," Mitchie replied, smiling and throwing a pillow at her. Caitlynn shrieked and hit her back.
"Pillow Fight!" they declared. Soon, the entire cabin was covered in feathers and the girls were breathless. Caitlynn looked around.
"Shoot. How are we going to clean this up?" she said.
Mitchie flopped back under her covers. "In the morning," she said, yawning.
"I can do that," Caitlynn answered.
"You better."
"I will."
"Good night."
"Good night, girl of Shane's dreams."
Mitchie yanked her second pillow from under her head and flung it at Caitlynn. She laughed and threw it back.
"I speak the truth. Nothing else."
"Whatever."
Shane shivered as a cold wind blew through the camp ground. He sprinted to get back inside his warmer by not much cabin. Nate and Jason were waiting for him.
"Thought you'd go for a canoe ride, not a swim," said Nate, grinning at Shane.
"Thought so, too, but then we hit a rock and Mitchie fell out."
"You went in after her?" Jason said.
"No, I decided to fall out, too," Sahne said, grabbing a towl and drying his hair off. "Yes I went after her. A plant decided it wanted to keep her as a pet."
Nate grinned and looked back down at his guitar that he was strumming. "Bet Mitchie liked you for that," he said slyly. "You kiss her?"
"No," Shane said darkly. "Shut up."
"Only asking."
Jason looked back and forth between them. "Hey, to change the subject," he said finally when it looked like they might tackle each other. "I'm working on my birdhouse, since somebody didn't finish it last year." He looked pointedly at Shane.
"I never promised you I'd make you a birdhouse!" said Shane.
"I know," Jason said easily, picking up half of the roof. "Why do you think I'm making one now?"
"Because you're the maker of OCBHD," Shane replied. "Obsessive Compulsive BirdHouse Disorder!"
"Really? They have that?"
Shane looked at Jason for a long time. Something was not right with this one. There never was. "Now they do," he answered finally.
Nate snorted. "Jason, dude," he said. "Get a girlfriend or a new hobby. Do you even know why you want a birdhouse?"
"Yes!" Jason cried defensively. "I want to see more birds in my garden."
"Do you not have eyes?" Nate sighed. "There are hundreds in there everyday! Expecially hummingbirds. They like those cherry blossom things."
"Well, now they can have a home," Jason said confidently. "And maybe I'll make a birdfeeder…" he trailed off thoughfully.
"Uh, guys?" asked Shane, now dressed in dry clothes and looking out the window. "Brown's coming. What did you guys do?"
"Us?" asked Nate. "Nothing. He's probably coming to question you about using a canoe at night."
Shane paled. "You think?"
"How should I know?"
Shane gulped. "Uh oh."