Erin grinned on her way out of the cabin.
Maybe this won't be as bad as I thought she said to herself, and inserted her car key into the trunk key.
Maybe we'll even be friends.... she dared to think.
The Connor guy was super cute. And so was...Luke, was his name?
Erin opened her trunk and pulled the first very large suitcase out with a little bit of difficulty.
"Andrew packed these last," she groaned, pushing her legs against the ground and pulling the heavy bag out of her car.
Mike, the brunette who didn't say anything was the first to come out.
"Need help?" he asked.
Erin smiled. "Yeah, actually." she replied, and touched her suitcase.
"It's really heavy," she advised him.
Mike shrugged, kneeled down and wrapped his arms around the base of the bag. Then, in one fluid movement, he lifted the suitcase, and turned to go inside.
Erin grinned, and watched the muscles in his back flex and contract.
That's hot, she thought and turned to get the other suitcase, blushing.
Connor came out. "Hey, how many are there?" he asked her.
"Just two," she replied.
"Just two!!" Connor yelled back at the boys, who were crowded at the doorway.
Then, he went and leaned against Erin's car.
"So," he said. "Your name is really Erin?" he asked her.
Erin nodded, pushing aside extra bags to get to the other suitcase.
"Yup," she grunted, pulling on the handle, getting no where.
Connor pushed off the car. "Want help?" he asked her, coming up behind her.
Erin shook her head, her lips tight in a strained tug. "No," she grunted, and tugged on the bag.
Connor tried to get around her, but Erin wouldn't move.
"Let me help," he said offering-ly. "I don't want you to hurt yourself." he added frantically.
Erin shook her head again, and heaved the bag. It came loose from its hold under the trunk, and Erin lost her footing.
She released her grip on the suitcase, let out a squawk and reached out for Connor's arm.
Connor caught her, his body and chest acting as a shield. He slipped his hands through her outstretched arms, and caught her before she fell.
Erin looked up at Connor, breathing rapidly.
"And I asked to help you so you wouldn't hurt yourself," he said with a smirk.
Erin blushed. "Thaanks," she whispered, and let him shift her up back to her feet.
Connor smiled, and smoothed his hands down her sides.
"Anytime, beautiful," he replied, then leaned in, took the suitcase from the trunk, and hauled it inside.
Erin touched her hair, and watched as Connor walked inside the house.
Beautiful? She thought. Talk about random...
Erin got out the rest of her bags, her backpack that had extra stuff inside like her MP3 player and paper and pencils for writing, and her bathroom suitcase that had her "items", her make-up, and face cleaner, shampoo and conditioner, soap, and other things along that route, and last her purse in the passenger seat.
Then, she put her keys in her pocket, closed her car doors, and headed toward the door.
Connor was coming down the stairs when she came in.
"Oh, yeah. Your room is inside. Uhmm...you had to have the middle bed because we took the bunks, but you won't be sleeping under anyone, and you're closet to the bathroom," he told her, scratching the back of his head.
Erin smiled. "Okay, thanks," she said, and went up the stairs.
The second floor was decorated much the same as the bottom with wood walls and ceilings. There was a room for hanging out, minus the television, chairs and a small couch, along with a table that was secretly meant for card games at two in the morning.
Erin went from the first room the bedroom, and saw two bunk beds, and a pullout bed, that was already pulled out for her, with both her suitcases on top of it.
Down the wall a bit, the bathroom door was closed, and a light shining vaguely under it.
She set her stuff down on the bed, and then sat herself down, waiting for the bathroom.
She was going to install the air freshener she brought.
Guys thought it was cool to take a large crap, and then do nothing about the stench, so the air freshener by glade should do something about it.
The other beds were already set up with bags around them, wallets laying on them, and pillows at the heads, covered by blankets.
Erin decided she'd do the same.
Looking around, she decided to take off her suitcases before trying to find the sheets she would dress the bed with.
After she finished covering her bed with sheets, covers and two pillows, she organized her suitcases so they could slide under her bed.
The opening of a door startled her.
Ben looked at her. "Sorry," he said. "You...might not want to go in there for a while." he added, pointing to the bathroom.
Erin rolled her eyes, and picked up the air freshener off her bedside table.
"Here," she said, and handed it to him.
Ben smiled, and plugged it in the bathroom.
"Thanks," he said sheepishly, and looked at her.
"So...you think you can put up with five other guys?" he asked.
Erin shrugged, sitting on her newly made bed.
"That depends," she said, swinging her feet.
"Can you put up with a girl beating you at poker and blackjack?"
Ben laughed. "Oh, ho, ha-ha, I don't know about that, Missy." he told her, pretending to belly-laugh.
Erin shrugged. "We'll see," she said, and stood up, following him down the stairs.