Brady and Shawn quietly tiptoed into Belle and Chloe's cabin, trying not to wake their girls up. Earlier that morning, Dean had woken them up and told them to get Chloe and Belle for an earlier then planned emergency meeting.
After sneaking in the rooms, Brady slowly crept over towards Chloe's bunk bed and got down on his knees. He pulled her long dark hair off of her face and whispered in her ear, letting his hot breath linger. "Chloe, hey Chloe. Are you up baby?" Chloe stirred, she could still feel the aftermath of his hot breath on her cheek. "Brady?" She whispered, a small voice in her head wondering if he'd just called her baby. She sat up quickly, abruptly jerking her head up, accidentally slamming her head on the top bunk with a loud thud. "OUCH!" She wailed, ducking her head in pain. Brady sat down on her bed, gently rubbing her head with his hands. He cradled her head on his shoulder, brushing her hair away with his fingers. Suddenly six flashlights turned on them, each and every one of the girls staring at them in their compromising position. The six pairs of eyes looked from Brady, to Chloe, then back to Brady again. Each looking for some sort of an explanation. Brady and Chloe jumped off of the bunk bed and looked at each of the girls nervously. Everyone sat in an awkward silence, waiting for someone to speak. Finally one of the girls spoke. "What's a BOY doing in our cabin?!" She questioned, each of the girls wondering the same thing. Chloe looked the girls sheepishly, bringer her gaze to the floor. "It's nothing DeAnna. Just go back to sleep…all of you. Lights out was hours ago, and you're not allowed up 'til at least six." The girls looked at the two once more, all disappointed that there wasn't any more explanation, then they all flipped off their flashlights. As their counselors left, they each leaned forward to steal a final glimpse.
"Perfect girl." Shawn whispered, leaning down and kissing Belle's forehead gently. "You've gotta wake up Belle." "Shawn?" Belle whispered groggily, a small smile creeping onto her lips. She'd been dreaming up Shawn sneaking into her room for the last few months, no, scratch that, years, but never had her dreams felt so real. She could almost feel his breath on her skin, his lips… "C'mon Belle, wake up." Belle stopped. He'd never to her that before. She sighed, knowing she'd have to wake from the dream. Her eyes fluttered open, and as she woke, she saw Shawn's face in front of her. It hadn't been a dream; Shawn Douglas Brady was really there. He was standing in front of her. He was really there, she hadn't dreamt it. Standing in her room…she grinned. But her smile soon disappeared as she realized that it wasn't her room. Not only was it not her room, but there were six other people in there. Six girls that she was supposed to be responsible for, and set a good example for. And that meant no guys in girl's cabins, especially boyfriends. Like Dean had said before: "Guys are Blue and girls are Pink. You don't make purple."
Belle sat up, making sure not to hit her head. "Shawn! What're you doing in here? You can't be here." She insisted, not sure if she should be happy, or angry that he was there. "I know, I know. But there's an emergency. Dean called an extra early meeting." He whispered, pulling Belle out of her sleeping bag. Belle got up and pulled a red sweatshirt over her pink spaghetti strap pajama top. Belle sighed, grabbing Shawn's hand as they left the cabin. "Belle?" A voice called, interrupting Belle. "Belle…" "It's okay Jennifer. Just go back to sleep sweetheart." She whispered soothingly. After getting Jennifer back to sleep, she and Shawn tiptoed out the door. Once they reached the front porch she turned to Shawn and kissed him good morning. "You've got a lot of explaining to do Mr. Brady. Interrupting a girls beauty sleep."
Mimi entered Jason's cabin, her eyes instantly adjusting to the dark. She tiptoed to each of the beds, trying to find Jason. Finally she found his sleeping form. She got down on her knees, unable to tear her eyes away. He looked so handsome as he slept, she thought, stroking the side of his face with her hand. "Jason? Wake up." She whispered, continuing to stroke his cheek. "Huh?" He moaned. Mimi smiled, staring into his eyes. "Dean called a meeting, you've gotta get up." She whispered as his eyes finally fully opened. "Oh, yeah." He said, getting out of bed. Mimi grinned as she stared at his shirtless chest. Perfectly chiseled. She decided. She smiled following him out the door. He was one fine man.
After sneaking in the rooms, Brady slowly crept over towards Chloe's bunk bed and got down on his knees. He pulled her long dark hair off of her face and whispered in her ear, letting his hot breath linger. "Chloe, hey Chloe. Are you up baby?" Chloe stirred, she could still feel the aftermath of his hot breath on her cheek. "Brady?" She whispered, a small voice in her head wondering if he'd just called her baby. She sat up quickly, abruptly jerking her head up, accidentally slamming her head on the top bunk with a loud thud. "OUCH!" She wailed, ducking her head in pain. Brady sat down on her bed, gently rubbing her head with his hands. He cradled her head on his shoulder, brushing her hair away with his fingers. Suddenly six flashlights turned on them, each and every one of the girls staring at them in their compromising position. The six pairs of eyes looked from Brady, to Chloe, then back to Brady again. Each looking for some sort of an explanation. Brady and Chloe jumped off of the bunk bed and looked at each of the girls nervously. Everyone sat in an awkward silence, waiting for someone to speak. Finally one of the girls spoke. "What's a BOY doing in our cabin?!" She questioned, each of the girls wondering the same thing. Chloe looked the girls sheepishly, bringer her gaze to the floor. "It's nothing DeAnna. Just go back to sleep…all of you. Lights out was hours ago, and you're not allowed up 'til at least six." The girls looked at the two once more, all disappointed that there wasn't any more explanation, then they all flipped off their flashlights. As their counselors left, they each leaned forward to steal a final glimpse.
"Perfect girl." Shawn whispered, leaning down and kissing Belle's forehead gently. "You've gotta wake up Belle." "Shawn?" Belle whispered groggily, a small smile creeping onto her lips. She'd been dreaming up Shawn sneaking into her room for the last few months, no, scratch that, years, but never had her dreams felt so real. She could almost feel his breath on her skin, his lips… "C'mon Belle, wake up." Belle stopped. He'd never to her that before. She sighed, knowing she'd have to wake from the dream. Her eyes fluttered open, and as she woke, she saw Shawn's face in front of her. It hadn't been a dream; Shawn Douglas Brady was really there. He was standing in front of her. He was really there, she hadn't dreamt it. Standing in her room…she grinned. But her smile soon disappeared as she realized that it wasn't her room. Not only was it not her room, but there were six other people in there. Six girls that she was supposed to be responsible for, and set a good example for. And that meant no guys in girl's cabins, especially boyfriends. Like Dean had said before: "Guys are Blue and girls are Pink. You don't make purple."
Belle sat up, making sure not to hit her head. "Shawn! What're you doing in here? You can't be here." She insisted, not sure if she should be happy, or angry that he was there. "I know, I know. But there's an emergency. Dean called an extra early meeting." He whispered, pulling Belle out of her sleeping bag. Belle got up and pulled a red sweatshirt over her pink spaghetti strap pajama top. Belle sighed, grabbing Shawn's hand as they left the cabin. "Belle?" A voice called, interrupting Belle. "Belle…" "It's okay Jennifer. Just go back to sleep sweetheart." She whispered soothingly. After getting Jennifer back to sleep, she and Shawn tiptoed out the door. Once they reached the front porch she turned to Shawn and kissed him good morning. "You've got a lot of explaining to do Mr. Brady. Interrupting a girls beauty sleep."
Mimi entered Jason's cabin, her eyes instantly adjusting to the dark. She tiptoed to each of the beds, trying to find Jason. Finally she found his sleeping form. She got down on her knees, unable to tear her eyes away. He looked so handsome as he slept, she thought, stroking the side of his face with her hand. "Jason? Wake up." She whispered, continuing to stroke his cheek. "Huh?" He moaned. Mimi smiled, staring into his eyes. "Dean called a meeting, you've gotta get up." She whispered as his eyes finally fully opened. "Oh, yeah." He said, getting out of bed. Mimi grinned as she stared at his shirtless chest. Perfectly chiseled. She decided. She smiled following him out the door. He was one fine man.