([A/N] The only reason I'm posting this here is because it's such a frequent question; No, Shelby isn't supposed to me, her name was overall just being lazy. My legal name isn't Shelby Johnson but I've been seriously considering changing it to as much or at least using it as a pseudonym.)
Hoisting up Shelby with a single, strong arm, he led her off towards the clear pond he'd found not long before. As they began walking, his injured redhead leaned her head on his shoulder and took his hand, melting his fears instantly. When they reached it, a smile grew on her face.
"Ladies first," he joked, nudging her towards the pond. But before he could react, she shoved him into it and laughed at the startled yelp he made, just before cannonballing in herself.
"You sly thing!" he replied, and grabbed Shelby by the waist from behind, trapping her in his arms. After thrashing and laughing for a bit, Shelby looked up at him.
"Now let me go so I can wash off. I feel grungy and I doubt it's very attractive." Herobrine did as she asked, but gently took her face in one of his hands.
"Hey, do you really think I care?" he whispered, and then let her get to washing her long hair and clothes. After a minute or so, she turned around and looked uncomfortably at the man sitting on the ledge next to her who was staring into open air.
"Can you turn around for a sec'?" she asked quietly. He turned to her, eyes coming into focus and then switched his dazed look to one of curiosity.
"Sure… why?" in response she began to blush madly.
"Because I'm taking my shirt off and I don't want you staring at me, fair enough?" Smirking, he turned around and stared off in another direction.
"I said no looking!" throwing his arms up; he turned around for the last time and waited for her command.
When she finally did let him turn around, she was in the middle of tying up her corset.
"Hey," the man said, making her look up and receive a splash of water to the face. "Payback."
Before they knew it, they were in a water war. Splashing at each other, it quickly grew intense, a fierce competition between the two. With every slap of water, every idiotic movement, they got closer together, until they were inches away. Shelby looked up at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him and smiling as he held her closer by the hips. Amidst the mind-numbing embrace of their make-out session, the two didn't notice the pale blue eyes watching them from a distant tree. Nor did they notice the triumphant grin plastered on her face.
Sydney knew.
Mentally shaking himself, Herobrine pulled away from Shelby, both telling her it was time to go and releasing the lustful pull between the two of them.
"We should leave." He muttered, breathing deeply to calm himself down. 'His' redhead pouted jokingly as she climbed out of the small lake and head off to Sydney's place. He followed close behind.
Reaching the little campsite, they were greeted with the smell of cooking meat, a scent to make anyone's mouth water.
"What'cha cooking, Syd?" asked Shelby, breaching the small clearing with Herobrine catching up behind her.
"Pork." The brunette replied, smiling giddily, pulling said meat out of the coals and onto some hot rocks next to two other pieces of meat. Gratefully taking the cooked pig from Shelby's closest friend, he watched the slowly rising sun as it slowly reach the top of the trees. He had been unconscious for a while. As if she knew he was thinking about earlier, Sydney looked at the man with a hesitant expression saying;
"Herobrine, how did you do that fire trick earlier? Sorry about that, by the way." Turning his head back to the two, looking across the fire to see them, he collected his thoughts, deciding what and what not to share.
"I don't know. I had this notion in my mind that I could do that when I was dealing with Richa-" The shocked and confused expressions he received made him stop in his explanation.
"You did that?" Sydney said slowly. And the other just watched, trying her hardest to remember what had happened. He nodded.
"Why?"
"Because of me." Shelby said stiffly, causing her friend to turn to her with a start.
"I stepped out from behind that ledge, and he shot me." She continued, staring at the floor as it all hit home.
Still with a shocked and confused look on her face, Sydney continued,
"But why would he-? Oh." Her confused look changed to realization. "Notch never told them."
"Never told them what?" Herobrine asked, interested in his brother's actions since he'd been out of reach.
"That Shelby is innocent, that Jack was killed by Notch because-" and then she stopped.
"Oh, Shelby, you have a lot of catching up to do."
Looking over at the uninformed young woman, he saw burning curiosity in her eyes, but also the work she was putting into stifling a yawn.
"Tired?" he asked simply.
"Exhausted." She replied, resting her head on his arm momentarily before noticing the elated look in Sydney's eyes and sat back up.
"You can crash with me." She said, holding back a grin, "At least until we find something better to do with you. I'll set up a tent for Mr. Silent over here." By the time he'd turned to complain about the nickname, she was already half way done building him a small tent with some sticks and wool blocks.
"Wow, that was fast," Shelby said quietly, stifling another yawn and stealing the thought from her significant other's head before he could even contemplate saying it.
"Alright that's it, you're going now." Sydney said suddenly, pulling her tired friend from the floor and into her own tent before heading out into the woods by herself.
Waiting for a moment, Herobrine stayed for a second just to make sure the brunette wasn't coming back before heading into the hastily-made shelter and falling asleep quickly in the comfort of a once underappreciated bed.