Chapter 10
Louise woke with a start. Someone was gently shaking her shoulder. She rubbed her eyes, blinking madly, and Logan's face swam into vision directly above her, making her jump.
"Time to get up, Bunbun" he grinned down at her.
"This is possibly the most frightening thing I've ever woken up to" she whispered. "Except when Dad put that turkey in the toilet on thanksgiving..." she trailed off.
"Get used to it" he winked, as he silently jumped down from the bunk bed, and onto the floor.
"What does that mean?" Louise thought, jumping out of the bed, and landing softly. Together, still in their pyjamas, they made their way out of the bunkhouse, and towards the camp bins. These were the main containers of waste for the entire two weeks, and the overflowing garbage already stank. "It's like Gene's bedroom" Louise whispered "Only less concentrated".
"Ok, here's the chocolate" Logan said, pulling a large bar from his pocket. "That chunk was already missing" he grinned guiltily.
"Jackass" she groaned, snapping off a piece for herself before laying it down on the wet grass. Carefully, they arranged the box on a small stick, which would fall down and trap the raccoon as soon as it attempted to eat the chocolate. "Perfect" she grinned, crouching down by the box.
"That'll definitely work" Logan said as he crouched beside her. She turned to look at him, and realised how close beside her he was. She swallowed nervously as he turned to face her, and smiled. For a few seconds, they crouched there, staring into each other's eyes through the darkness, neither saying a word.
"Oh my god" Louise thought in a panic. "Are we about to kiss? What if I mess up? Am I ready for this?"
"Come on, we need to get back before anyone notices" Logan said, standing up and beginning to walk towards the bunkhouse. Louise's heat sank, but she too stood up, and headed back to her bed.
"I didn't even want to kiss him anyway" she told herself defiantly, trying her best to ignore the knot in her stomach. "Why would I, he such a… a…" but her thoughts trailed off as she imagined their kiss. "You are sick Louise Belcher, sick!" she told herself as she clambered into bed.
"Goodnight Louise" she hear Logan whisper, but she didn't reply. She just rolled over, and angrily threw the blanket over her head, blocking out the outside world.
