Downstairs, the boys were lounging in the living room. There was a three-seater couch, a loveseat and two individual chairs. Mike and Chris had taken a seat on the loveseat, Luke was in one chair and Been took the other, leaving Erin to sit on the couch by Connor.

She smiled at the boys and flopped on the couch.

"So," Chris said, breaking the silence that had settled when Ben and Erin had entered the room.

"Your name was messed up and they placed you in our cabin?"

Erin nodded. "Yup."

"But isn't that against the rules or something?" Connor asked.

Been shook his head. "Nah," he replied. "But the camp prefers non-co-ed cabins. But since there's no shower, and the bathroom is smaller than my pinky finger, they probably think that it won't be a problem. And she paid for the camp, it's not like they can say 'Oops, now you have to go home.'"

Erin guessed that he'd been to the camp before.

"A counselor will most likely come over nightly to check up on her," Chris announced.

Benn nodded. "Probably," he agreed.

"DUDE!" exclaimed the very silent Connor, who was now looking at a text on his phone. "The Giants just beat the Patriots in the first pre-games!"

For a half an hour after that, the boys talked about sports, leaving Erin to sit and listen.

They got onto the subject of home sports, and Ben announced that he was the head lineman for his football team. His stocky build and lean muscles told the story for him.

Chris and Luke played baseball for their schools, which were rivals.

Mike was a goalie for both soccer and ice hockey, and he ran the 100, 200, 400, 800 and 1,600 meter relays for his track team.

Connor grinned when they asked him about sports.

"I don't play sports," he admitted.
Ben seemed shocked. "Really?" he asked.

Connor nodded. "Yup. I've tried them all, but I don't like people yelling at me, or having someone mess up on my team because of me. So it just stopped playing sports. But I'm in a weight lifting class." He added.

The conversation shifted from sports to how much they benched, making Erin giggle.

Chris and Mike lifted about the same, Luke went to a gym instead of in school and was a little behind Chris and Mike by about five pounds. Connor weighed in at 280 and Ben clocked in with a whopping 345 pounds on bench.

Chris looked at her when Connor looked disappointed to have Ben beat his weight. "What do you lift?" he asked her. Erin stopped laughing. "145," she admitted.

Luke raised his eyebrows. "That's not bad for a girl," he said, trying to compliment her.

"Why do you have to add the 'for a girl' part?" she snapped at him.

Luke shrugged. "Because most girls can't lift more than their book bags, and at that." He replied.

Erin shrugged. "I have more muscle in my legs anyway,"

Mike looked at her. "What sports do you play?"

Erin took a deep breath. "Uhmm..Soccer, volleyball, tennis...and I swim." She recited.

Mike was impressed. "I thought you played soccer. You have very tight legs." He said.

Erin suddenly felt subconscious about her body as all ten eyes drifted to her legs.

She covered them up with a pillow. "Thanks," she replied warily.

By the time they'd finished discussing sports, Erin had labeled them all.

Ben, obviously, was the cool jock with a super soft hear, but couldn't keep a relationship.

Mike was the athlete that had a steady relationship or no girlfriend.

Like was all baseball, and got B's and C's.

Chris was the nerdy, yet cool guy who could get a girlfriend, but never found the right girl, and was on heartbreak leave from girls and used baseball as an outlet.

Connor was the punk kid who wasn't great in his studies, but if he applied himself, he could get the best grades in class. He, of course had girls lined up for him to date, and he might have dated a few, but unlike most punk kids, he didn't use girls.

Erin mentally noted to herself to steer clear of him.

"So…" Luke said. "What do we do here?"

Ben was the one who knew the answer. "A bunch of things. Everyday, there's a craft in the main hall, and open gym where you can play just about everything. There are also a bunch of classes you can take like art class, cooking, sewing which involves crochet, knitting, embroidery, cross-stitch, and other stuff. There's a pool that open everyday except Sunday, and a REC center, where you just chill and stuff. Oh, and jousting."

Chris was laughing. "Been here before?" he asked. Ben was confused. "Yeah, once, why?"

Connor sniggered. "You know all about those sewing classes, Big Benny."

Ben rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Connor," he snapped, and relaxed into his chair.

"I'm hungry," announced Luke.

Chris nodded. "Yeah, me too," he agreed.

Mike looked at his watch. "What time is dinner being served?" he asked Ben.

"Around 5:30 is my guess," he replied. "That's what time is was served last year."

"Well, it's 5:28 now. Let's go," he said, and got up.

All five boys stood; Erin stayed sitting. She wasn't sure if the invitation had been extended to her or not, so it was better, she decided to sit just in case they all looked at her and told her she wasn't invited.

She looked up to see Connor's hand extended to her. "Coming?" he asked.

Erin smiled, and took his hand, helping herself up. As she got up, Connor's hands slipped to her waist, and shuffled out behind her.
Maybe that was an accident... she thought, but forgot those thoughts, and walked out the door after the ravenous boys.