Saturday

Frank led the way and Jane followed behind closely as they made their way around the camp once more. They couldn't really find much to do at the moment, but they did find a few more trails they could take.
"Let me go back and change; I don't even have a bra on", Jane complained. This made Frank blush a bright, bright red and look down at the ground. "O-okay", he stammered and Jane giggled, walking in front of him and assuming the lead. He followed behind, trying to compose himself. He was such an idiot, he thought to himself. The simple MENTION of a fucking bra had driven him to such an awkward, blushy state. He needed to man up.
They got back to the cabin, which was empty when they went in. Jane grabbed some clothes and other things from her bags and hurried into the little bathroom. There was a small stand-up shower in one corner, and a toilet and tiny sink occupying the other end. She hadn't really examined it when she had arrived not even 24 hours ago. She quickly showered and brushed out her long hair, throwing on a pair of shorts and a Paramore T-shirt. Yes, she had quite a colorful taste in music. She could listen to Sinatra, Nirvana, Blink-182 and Of Mice & Men all in one sitting. She liked being all over the musical spectrum; it broadened her senses and ability to talk with people who enjoyed all different types of music.
She sprayed a little perfume on her shirt, not even bothering to apply any makeup and exited the room. Frank had taken a seat on the ground with his guitar and was strumming along at something. He turned and looked up at her, and Jane noticed he tried to conceal a blush. It made her heart flutter. Why was he blushing over her? She was disgusting, and ugly. He couldn't find any interest in her. But she was finding interest in him, which drove her wild. "You can go shower if you want", Jane said quietly. "I'll just change", Frank replied even softer than she had spoken. He stood up, avoiding her eyesight and grabbed some of his things from a bag. He hesitated. "I-is it okay if I wear shorts?" He asked softly. Jane raised an eyebrow. "Of course, it's summer", she exclaimed and he blushed. "Y-yeah... I'm just... I just... Don't really like my legs", he said with a shrug. "I prefer wearing pants", he added sheepishly. Jane shook her head. "I'm sure you look fine", she said encouragingly. "Now change so we can go", she added playfully. Frank flashed a tiny smile and nodded, proceeding to head into the bathroom. Jane sat on the floor, just like Frank had and examined te guitar which was now on the floor. She didn't dare touch it, but she took in the details of it with her eyes. She heard a sink running and zippers being zipped and eventually Frank came out of the bathroom, looking refreshed. He nodded down to her and smiled slightly. "Ready?" He said, sounding more enthusiastic than normal. She nodded and he held out his hand to help her up. Jane blushed and took it. He pulled her up rather quickly; almost too quickly. Jane was light, partly because she forced herself to be. He pulled her up so quickly she stumbled into him. Their hands were still locked together from frank's help. Their bodies were close together, their faces inches from each other's. Jane and Frank stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds, and those few seconds felt like an eternity. Eventually Jane realized what she was doing and blushed brilliantly. She let go of frank's hand and turned towards the door, concealing the rest of her blush. "Let's go", she said shakily and beckoned for Frank to follow her out towards the trails. Frank followed behind her with equally red cheeks.

Notes

Just call me Queen of Crappy Updates. I've got to get on top of updating. I'm just so slow! Super sorry, those of you who read. If you still are reading this, thanks so much for doing so! It means everything to know there are actual humans out there that read this and have subscribed. It feels really cool. I dunno I'm lame. Sorry. Love you guys! -Shannon xo