Erin felt her conscience slowly lull her away.
She opened her eyes, and let them dart around habitually for a clock, spotting one above the bunk with Collin and Ben.
9:47 it blinked at her in red.

Throwing her hands above her head, she stretched, groaning slightly, and then relaxing, putting the covers up over her head, wishing she could go back to sleep.
But she wouldn't.
Erin peeped her eyes over the covers and looked around.

Ben slept like a typical boy, head on the pillow, drooling ever so slightly, one leg and one arm draped off the bed.
He was a belly sleeper.

Luke was more reserved, sleeping with one hand lifted up over his head, and his feet crossed at the bottom of the bed on his back.

Mike was in a weird position, looking cramped. His face was slightly contorted, and Erin could almost feel the pain. His legs were lifted as though he was sitting in a chair, and his head was back as far as his back would let him.

Chris and Connor looked reserved in their sleep.

Yawning, she threw her covers back, and stepped onto the cold floor, feeling the shivers seep in through her socks, which she slept in.
Then, she got up, and pulled out her suitcase, carefully picking up a package of mini-muffins that she didn't eat on her ride up, and crept downstairs with her MP3 and her book.

Erin looked around the empty room.
Then, she headed toward the loveseat, got comfy in the corner, plugged in her earphones, and opened her book.

A small while later, a thump thump thump caught her attention over her earphones, and she pulled them out, waiting to see who came downstairs.
It was Connor, sleepy-eyed and drowsy.
"What are you doing up this early?" he moaned to her, walking over to the love seat, and finding a seat next to her.

Erin smiled.
"If you're so tired, go back to bed," she replied with a hint of morning cheeryness.

Connor nodded. "I came down here because you were suddenly out of bed. I'd seen you earlier this morning, like...seven something, and you were still sleeping, and then I wake up again, and BAM you're gone. Don't do that." Connor scolded.

Erin grinned.
"Yes sir," she replied, and returned to her book.
Connor leaned over, resting his head on her shoulder.
"Whatcha reading?" he asked her in a very childish manner.

"The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants," Erin replied.

"What's that?" Connor asked again, still very sleepy.
Erin sighed. "Read it," she replied.
"I hate reading," Connor sighed, but read anyway.

The two stayed like that for a good twenty minutes, Connor occasionally complaining because he wasn't done with the second page.
"I thought you hated to read?" Erin asked him.
Connor sat up and shrugged, taking the book from her hands.
"Only if they're dumb books,"

Erin nodded. "Can I have it back?" she asked him politely, but Connor shook his head no.

Erin scoffed. "Why not?" she demanded.
Connor smiled at her. "Because, I want to read it," he told her, and patted his shoulder, indicating for her to lean on him.

Giving up, Erin obliged him, and leaned over, looping her arm under his so she could make it both more comfortable for him and her.

Connor read at his pace, which was considerably slower than Erin's, so she had time after every page to look around, mostly at Connor.

He was devilishly handsome, with a strong jawline, a prominant chest, and deep greenish hazel eyes.
He turned the page and Erin sighed, moving her hand across his stomach, resting on his chest.

--

Connor felt Erin's hand snake over across his stomach and up to his pec. The warmth that her hand spread to his chest made his arms errupt in goosebumps.
He thought about the lecture that Ben had given them.

But then again, he didn't agree with the lecture.
He'd always been used to going after the girls he wanted, but even though he had dated his good share of girls, they always dumped him after he let them in. After he really let them into the part of his life that was more important than any girl in the world. Art.