Omigosh, you all have put me in the best mood ever. Like I feel great that you reviewed, but what you said in the review just made me ecstatic. So thanks!
If you thought we were depressed before we found out, you should've seen us after. After an hour and a half of Claire sobbing (very loudly), the room was absolutely quiet.
As soon as Landon had told us, we all went into our own ways of coping. Claire sobbed on her bed; Olivia had shouted "Bad sushi!" and ran to the washroom, where I could hear her puking up a lung; Dylan had left the cabin, slamming the door behind her (she still hadn't returned and it was almost 5 hours later); and I had covered every inch of myself with duvet, having my cell phone as my only light source.
kristen: sorry about your frend…o well, that will show you not to get atached to stranjers
Her spelling errors prove how stupid she really is.
massie: she was not a stranger, kris! she was my best friend. she still is my best friend, just cuz she has leukemia doesn't mean she's going to die!
kristen: actually, i'm pretty sure it does
At that, I start to cry again. I've never, in my life, cried in public. Ask my parents: as a baby, I never cried. People always told my parents I was a perfect baby. I only cried alone in my crib.
But now here I was, crying in front of my cabin. Although, by the sounds of things, everyone was asleep. Our counselor had decided to sleep in the Counselor's Lounge, hoping to get away from our crying. There hadn't been any sounds at all for the past hour. And it was 12:54 am. And Dylan still wasn't around.
All these little things just make me cry harder. Finally, when my sobs are reduced to hiccups and sniffles, I hear Olivia say "Mass?" really softly.
"Yeah?" I sniffle.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," I sniffle-sigh. "Mind asking me that later, though? I have a feeling I wont be okay once we venture out into the real world."
Olivia giggles, but I can hear that it's not as perky as it usually is. "What time is it?" she asks.
"Twelve fifty-eight," I glance at my phone again.
"Where do you think Dyl is?" she sniffles.
I have a pretty good idea, but I don't want to rat her out. "No clue…maybe she's at the beach or something."
"Massie?" Olivia says, her voice really small. "Do you think I can come up there with you? Claire's way down on the bottom bunk and asleep."
"C'mon," I smile through my tears, and wiggle to one side of my bed. "But bring your pillow, 'cause if you steal mine, I swear I'll suffocate you with it."
She giggles and thumps across the room. I can't see her, but I smell her Bumble and Bumble shampoo the second she's on my bunk.
"No fair," I hear Claire's voice across the room. "I want to sleep there too!"
"We thought you were asleep!" Olivia giggles. I feel her shoulders shaking, which makes me start to laugh.
Claire's at the top of the wooden ladder in seconds, feather pillow in hand. "I felt left out," she explains. "Besides, it's not a sleepover without me."
Me and Olivia squish over to the left to make room for Claire. How the three of us fit up on my tiny single bed, I don't know.
"Thank god we're all thin," Claire laughs.
It's quiet for a few minutes, but not like uncomfortable silence. More like the silence you can only have with your best friends, when there's nothing left to say.
"I love you guys," I sigh, getting more and more tired.
"I love you too, Mass," Olivia rests her head on my shoulder. "Even if you have bony shoulders." She rolls her head to her other side and leans it on Claire's shoulder.
"I love you too," Claire sounds somewhat choked up. "I'm sorry for being such a bitch at the beginning of the summer. I'm really glad you're here."
"It's forgotten," I say. And it's true; I've put all of that drama behind me. These girls are too amazing to stay mad at.
Olivia takes both of our hands and squeezes. "Good night," she mumbles sleepily.
"Sleep tight," Claire yawns.
"Don't let the bedbugs bite," I giggle.
We all giggle, before snuggling deeper into my duvet. Suddenly, the door opens, causing the three of us to shriek.
Whoever opened the door shrieks too. "What?!"
"Dylan," Claire breathes. "You scared the hell out of us! Where were you?!"
Dylan flicks on the light; her curls are sopping and dripping down her face. "It's raining," she says, even though we can see that –and hear the thunder-, since she left the door open.
She shuts the door, and shakes out her hair. "What are you guys doing?" she asks when she notices the three of us in my bed.
"Having a sleepover," Olivia says. "None of us wanted to be alone."
"That's beside the point," Claire says. "Where were you?!"
Dylan meets my eyes. "No where," she says, though I know where she was. "Uh, just walking around."
"For eight hours?" Claire asks, incredulous.
"In a thunder storm?" Olivia asks, just as incredulous.
I nudge them to stop. "Wanna come up with us?" I ask.
"Slumber parties aren't my thing," she changes into her pajamas. "See you in the morning," she turns out the light and climbs into her own bed.
As I try to fall asleep, I think of all things that aren't Skye-related. I'm going to have majorly puffy eyes tomorrow. I'll have to borrow Claire's Laura Mercier Eye-Lifter if I'm going to be seeing Derrick…
Just as my brain starts to shut down, someone jumps on my bed, causing my eyes to pop open.
"Ah!!" Olivia screams.
"It's just me," Dylan says. "Sorry, but I didn't wanna be down there by myself."
"And I thought there was no room with the three of us," Claire grumbles, but I can tell that she's happy we're all together.
Somehow, we end up all over the bed, yet still attached. Like a pile of gerbils (those things are so cute!)!
And I fall asleep with my best friends snoring beside me.
The next morning my back is stiff from sharing a single bed with three other girls, my eyes are puffy and crusty with tears, and my head feels heavy, like I got no sleep.
"So…what are we going to do today?" Olivia says. I know she doesn't want to stay in here all day, and I don't blame her. It's too depressing.
"I say we go on with camp," I say, ignoring Claire's raised eyebrows. "We only have nineteen days left, and Skye would not want us to stay in here moping."
"Agreed," Dylan says. "Besides I am so craving fresh air. It smells like my grandmother in here."
We all giggle and walk out the door, not bothering to change out of our pajamas. We must all look like death: uncombed hair, puffy eyes, pillow creases on our cheeks. And yet, I've never felt more confident. Having your best friends near you can do that.
The second we walk into the DH, all talking stops. I can tell everyone is trying hard not to look at us. I'd be looking too, if the situations were reversed.
Then Derrick stands up and walks over to us. Claire and Olivia immediately turn to get there breakfasts, trying to give us privacy. That's impossible, since everyone's still staring at us. Dylan just smirks, and slowly turns away too.
"Hey—"
I'm cut off by Derrick pressing his lips to mine. "Hey, yourself," he says casually, as though we didn't just have our first kiss.
The only thing running through my mind is the fact that I have not brushed my teeth yet. Gross, gross, gross.
"Uh, hey."
"Sorry that took so long," Derrick said. "I was waiting for the moment when you least expected it."
Warmth spreads throughout my sad body. I know I look awful, but Derrick has just made me feel like the most beautiful person on earth.