(Third Person Limited Jeff's POV)

'Will she ever sleep?!'

"I have to go to the bathroom."

Jeff stared at the girl in the darkness. Her face was pink as she looked away from him. He was grateful that normal human eyes cold not see in the dark, his face dropped to a dead pan level as he thought about what that meant.

The teen stood up and stretched as he casually commented, "There are plenty of trees around here."

He walked over to the door and undid the latch, opening it to let the cold night air penetrate the shack. He waited for a moment for Sierra to walkout first, and when she didn't, he looked behind him. Sierra sat on the mattress, looking up at him with a deep shade of pink.

"I thought you had to piss," Jeff questioned, very unceremonially.

"I… I do…"

"Well?" He chided, a little impatiently.

He stood holding the door open as Sierra scooted to the end of the mattress, then slowly used the wall and her good foot to push herself up and support herself in a standing position. The girl was clearly in pain from doing so and Jeff wondered if there were other places where she had gotten injured in her fall. The pained teen attempted to walk normally, but resorted to limping and trying to hold her leg up as she hopped-stepped to the door. Jeff found the scene simultaneously amusing yet shameful. It was amusing because this kitten was trying her hardest to be a lion, but was finding it rather difficult to do so. He felt shame, knowing that he was the cause for her pain and current injuries.

Jeff watched as Sierra's eyes focused on Jeff as she managed to go past him and out into the cold night. Jeff shut the door behind him as she leaned against the outer wall of the shack. They stood in silence, only the whispering leaves speaking.

"Do you need help," Jeff questioned, becoming uncomfortable now. It wasn't like he didn't want to see her naked, it wasn't like he hadn't seen her naked before. It was that he was uncertain of how to respond to her hesitant behavior. She said she had to pee, so why didn't she just go already?

"You… you were serious… You don't have like… an outhouse or something?"

Jeff stared at her with an expressionless face before laughing, no longer trying to hide his laughter behind forced coughs. He could feel the girl's death glare on him but ignored it, too caught up in her question.

"A… an outhouse? …. Tchs… What do you think this is? … A… a cabin? Do you… think we're… camping?" he said between fits of laughter.

After a couple minutes of laughter, Jeff looked up at the girl. She was still leaning against the shack, but there were some very important differences in her position. For starters, her hands were in tight fists, one at her side and the other on the wall. Next, her head was turned away from Jeff in a very obvious avoidance manner, staring at the never ending stretch of trees. Lastly, her eyes were hard as tiny amounts of liquid seeped over the bottom edge.

Jeff stopped laughing.

"There's a… uhm, spot… right there," he pointed at a little clearing a couple feet away from the shack, slightly downhill, "you can… go there."

The girl nodded slightly without saying a word. Her cheeks were clearing red, anyone could see that regardless of normal eyes or not. Keeping her hands in tight fists, she limp-hopped to the spot and stood there silently. Inside his head, Jeff was curing himself for humiliating her by laughing at her. How could he be so heartless? She simply needed to relieve herself and he had turned it into some hilarious joke to mock her about. It wasn't like she could control it, and it was likely that she had been holding it for awhile. Jeff watched her head rotate around her, taking in all of her surroundings. Not wanting to mock or pressure her any more than he already did, Jeff simply cleared his throat, giving a message without saying any words.

"You're not… going to watch me... are you?"

Her timid, nervous voice with sad eyes glancing at Jeff made him confused and frustrated at himself. He was the one to make her so upset and embarrassed. He had to be the one to fix it.

"And give you the free opportunity to run away? Not a chance," Jeff said with mild sarcasm in an attempt to lighten the tension. Unfortunately that plan backfired as he glimpsed her face as she turned away from him. It had redden more, whether in embarrassment or in frustration, Jeff wasn't sure.

Jeff stood silently as the girl continued to face away from him and gradually crouch down. He stared at her hair, the straight dirty blond locks matted with dirt and blood, as the girl shimmied her leggings and undies down her legs. Jeff made a valid attempt to respect her privacy and not look at the exposed skin, but as the thought to actually respect her privacy for once crossed his mind, he glanced at the round, plump, butt that showed itself to him. Jeff looked up at the roof of the shack as the sound of fast liquid hitting ground made itself known around them.

He continued to focus all his attention on studying the roof of the shack for the next minute or two, he wasn't quite sure how long. It was a very interesting roof, made of wood panels like the walls and rubbery slabs of black tar. There was clearly weathering damage on some of the slabs and what seemed like animal bites along them. He noticed that there was a large amount of fallen seeds and acorns and nuts on the roof as well. Some spots had holes also. He'd decide on if it was worth fixing up on a different day if he ever decided to use the shack again. And oh, there was this old bird's nest on the corner of the roof. And look! There was an owl in a tree a couple yards away from him. And my goodness, the moon was shining quite brightly in it's almost full glory. And how long does it take for a girl to simply pee? And wait, wait! There was an egg in the nest! It wasn't an old bird's nest after all! But where was it's mother? Surely the egg had a mother. Or quite possibly it was a egg that had been forgotten or abandoned by it's mother. Mothers were supposed to protect and love and cherish their children no matter what! How dare such a bird abandon a child. And look! Another Owl!

Jeff had never realized how hard it would be to respect the girl's privacy for once, when he was actually trying to.

Finally, after what seemed like a life-time to Jeff but was likely just a minute and a half, the sound of liquids hitting earth stopped. Jeff looked over at the squatting girl, only to mentally smack himself as she was clearly still exposed.

"D-…do you... by any chance… have tissues… or something…"

Jeff glanced up at the sky and mentally punched himself in the gut for his stupidity and lack of thought.

"I… uhm… forgot that," the now uncomfortable and self-hating teen admitted.

"F-forgot?"

"Yes, I forgot!" Jeff snapped at her curious stuttering as he tried to cover his own insecurity, "It's not like guys need to wipe themselves. Just… just use some leaves or something."

'Great,' Jeff mentally harassed himself, 'First you put her through hell, then you indirectly cause her to break her ankle. Next you scare her. Then eventually humiliate her. Try to make things better only to make things worse. And then she needs toilet paper. You got bandages, gauze, a cliff bar, wrappings, but no toilet paper or tissues. Well… you did get disinfectant wipes…' Jeff thought about offering the girl a disinfectant wipe to use on herself, then put a little more thought into how the sensitive skin would react to the chemicals, 'Stupid. Stupid. Stupid."

Jeff heard a snap and glanced over at the still squatting girl, only to once again yell at himself and look away.

'Didn't care about respecting her privacy before when you were watching her change into pajamas every night and out of them every morning, did you? But now, respecting her privacy is everything. What is wrong with you?!'

The next time Jeff risked a glance at the girl, she had just finished pulling her clothing up and was adjusting her leggings on her hips. The leggings, however, did not leave much of her round bum to the imagination as he saw the outline of her underwear and how each cupable lump was clearly outlined. He cursed the invention of leggings. How was he not supposed to look at her butt when it was as if she had simply dyed her skin a different color?

Exhaling a sigh of relief when she removed her hands from her waist and her bagging shirt fell over her bum, Jeff opened the shack door. He watched silently as she turned around and began her way back to the shack.

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A/N

Five chapters in! WHOOH~~! *fist pumps air* Dedicated! Yeah! *does little happy dance* okay guys. :D So what do you think of me going back and forth between Jeff's and Sierra's POV? I honestly prefer doing that. I have some trouble writing in First-person sometimes (especially in the romantic stories) and I find that Third-person-all-knowing can get boring because it doesn't leave anything for you to guess.

So here is where I would LOVE ideas. ^_^ Any advice, positive or negative criticism, ideas for possible scenes/plots, anything? I'm all ears. You can type in that really cool box that's located somewhere

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