It was hard for him to stay asleep in a new place. Especially somewhere that he didn't really want to be.

3 am, TJ was walking around the cabin while the others slept away. Probably the best time for him, anyways, he wouldn't run into any of them.

Sure everything was nice, but so far the only thing he liked was that walk in tub. Whoever Spinelli's cousin was, they sure as fuck loved bath and body works. . .

He turned around the corner. Maybe he should go back to bed, it was nice and warm under the blankets. He carried his sketchbook with him, just in case he couldn't fall asleep again and needed something to do.

Turning the corner, TJ spotted the sun room. Despite the large windows, it was just as warm as the other rooms. He turned on a lamp and settled onto a couch. The others might be asleep, but he still felt like he needed space from them. He opened his sketchbook and started lazily drawing nothing in particular until he could fall asleep again.

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Gretchen was an early riser. Always had been, and most likely always will be, and she was thankful for that; it meant she had more time to get work done. But it was difficult to sleep in once she did wake up at her usual 6 am sharp, even on days where she wanted to relax.

The sun hasn't risen when she found herself laying awake in bed first thing in the morning. Judging by how quiet it was, she was probably the only one up. Rather than wait, she climbed out of bed and left her room. She wanted to get a better look at that observatory.

Of course she came here to primarily spend time with her friends, but that observatory was nice, and she was going to get some stargazing done while she was here. Still a bit unfamiliar with the cabin's layout, she tried to remember the path up to the observatory. The normal staircase didn't lead to it; it had it's own.

Downstairs, left to the staircase, down the hall past one of the bathrooms, past the library (she had to see what books where in there, too, this was going to be a fun vacation for her), past the sun room where TJ was-

Gretchen stopped.

So she wasn't the only one awake. . .

Stepping inside, she called his name only to get no response. Moving closer she saw that he was asleep, with a sketchbook laying on the coffee table in front of the couch. Spinelli had mentioned that she'd seen his drawings and had been rather impressed, which meant a lot, considering her own talent.

Rather than waking him, she continued to retrace her steps to the observatory. Gretchen wondered, was he still into astronomy like he was in elementary school? The two of them didn't have as much in common as some of the others, but the love of all things space was something they shared. Was that still there? For a moment she considered turning back and asking him to join her, but opted against it.

ZZ

TJ's Bar Mitzvah was space themed, because duh. What else would it be?

He loved space, enough to read a book without pictures to learn more about it. Tables decorated with each planet in mind, a chocolate cake with galaxy colored frosting, decorations that glowed under the UV light, and the telescopes! His parents actually got a few telescopes to place outside so everyone could do some stargazing.

He pointed out the constellations, having memorized a large number of them. Though he was eager to share what he knew, this cousins and others quickly lost interest and went back inside, but that was okay. He was used to that. He knew it was hard to get him to stop talking when it was about something space related.

It would've been nice to share it with someone, though.

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