♫It's such a good vibration

It's such a sweet sensation♫

The game seemed to go on forever, and at some point it had mutated into Never Have I Ever. I checked out long before that though, retreating to the back corner with the kids improvising. At some point they asked me to sing a blues scale, which was equivalent to them asking me to speak Latin. So, I found myself walking back to the room long before anyone.

In a way it was good, because I could shower without having to worry about other people walking in or needing the bathroom. Someone had obviously decided that for a room that fit six people one shower and toilet was sufficient. Fucking idiot.

I grabbed my shower bag out of my suitcase and a towel. When I had my Grade 9 orientation camp I had managed to forget a towel and had to share- I can honestly say I will never make that mistake again.

While my hands were lathering shampoo into my hair I heard the faint noise of the door opening. That sped up my shower infinitely, because I was not about to have someone decide that flushing the toilet while I was showering was funny. I rinsed my hair, letting the shampoo cascade down my shoulders and fall into my motherfucking eyes. The only thing I could compare it to was what I imagined getting hot sauce and dog piss in your eyes would be like. I was crying, I'll admit it.

So I stumbled out of the shower half-blind and realised I hadn't grabbed any clothes because I overestimated how much time I would have until the guys got bored in the common room.

They were laughing as I walked in, Sidney spread across his bed with a goofy grin as Jonathon retold some story from last year. Ian was listening to music with earbuds in, drowning out everyone else as he lay on his bed. He was one fucking weird dude. I was yet to understand why they were friends with him.

I grabbed my towel tighter because I could see Hudson's swift grab from a mile away. He tried yanking it from my hips regardless.

"What are you hiding, little man?" Hudson teased as I dug through my suitcase for sweatpants and a graphic t-shirt. I ignored him with an eye roll.

"Probably a whole inch," Sidney added. I glared at him and he broke out into laughter. I rubbed the end of the towel between my fingers as my cheeks turned bright red.

"That's being generous," Jonathon joked and I threw my shirt at him, it landed right onto his face.

"A lot of guys mature later in life. It's okay." Hudson laid a hand on my shoulder and I pulled away from his grip, staring at all of them with such intensity my eye twitched. Twice. Was I really going to do this? I didn't have to prove myself to them. I was good with myself and that's all that mattered, right? Apparently not.

So, I dropped my towel and allowed it to pool around my feet as their gazes shifted from my eyes. Sidney was the first one to talk, his eyes still wide.

"Oh shit."

"I call dibs," Jonathon announced, raising his hand. I flipped him off and he fell back onto his bed laughing.

"If he's a bottom that's just a complete loss."

"Bottoms can have a nice package," Sidney shrugged and my entire face felt like it was on fire. I tried to make my way to the bathroom gradually, not revealing how awkward I found this. It was one thing when I did it to Flynn to get into the bathroom, but this was completely different.

"Can you just not?" I muttered as I pulled my pants over my hips in the bathroom, which was slightly redundant as everyone had seen what I was covering anyways. I walked back over to Jonathon, snatching my shirt from where I had thrown it and pulling it over my head.

"Hey, you're the one that went showing off your junk."

I chose to ignore Hudson and tried climbing up to my bunk, only to lose my balance and fall the first time.

"Smooth," Jonathon slurred.

I looked up at him from the ground and smiled. "Go fuck yourself."

I got off of the rough carpet and gripped the railing tighter this time as I climbed the small ladder and had to duck at the top as not to hit my head. I couldn't even sit up on the bed without awkwardly crouching so my head didn't rub on the ceiling.

"We should probably sleep," Sidney suggested, but he already had his hand hovering over the light switch. No one objected, so he hit the switch and everyone settled into bed. Clothing items flew across the dark room once they were inside their sleeping bags.

There were a few seconds of silence, and then a sound came up through the floor. It was a mixture between a cat going through a wood chipper and a washing machine. I recognized it instantly- it was Emily practicing one of the solo songs she wanted to audition for in the choir. She was very cocky and saw everyone else as inferior and not nearly as talented; even though it was obvious to everyone she couldn't sing.

"What the fuck is that?" Jonathon complained into the darkness. I stared up at the ceiling, sighing in annoyance.

"It's Emily singing."

"It's two in the fucking morning, and that is not singing. It sounds like she needs help," he continued, not that I could argue with him.

I heard Sidney shuffling in his bed underneath me, "I'll deal with it."

"I'm coming." I quickly scurried out of my bed, and no one made some comment about me being his bitch, so thankfully I didn't have to kill anyone.

The dark haired boy pulled the door open and waited for me to climb down from my bunk bed. I slipped out after him and we walked down the halls barefoot.

He turned to me, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Having fun yet?"

"Totally."

I cursed myself out mentally for killing the conversation as we quickly climbed down the stairs to the lower level where the girls' rooms were. Sidney didn't attempt to talk to me again, obviously because I was such a conversationalist.

"Care to share your fantasy?" I blurted out, trying to latch onto anything that would start us talking again.

"My what?"

"You said you've fantasized about me. Just curious."

He shook his head and laughed a little, ignoring my question completely. We walked past all the doors straight to the end of the hall, following the sound of strangled walrus.

Sidney didn't bother knocking. He opened the door to reveal Emily walking about in circles with sheet music in hand. She was fully dressed in the stupid blouse she always wore and looked up at us shocked.

"Shut the fuck up." That was all he said before slamming the door. I suppressed my laughter and we walked back to the room again. But as soon as we entered we could hear her voice floating up through the floorboards with the gracefulness of a chainsaw. Sidney stomped his foot a few times and then ceased for a few seconds. There was no noise after that, so we climbed into our beds and fell asleep.

I woke up probably an hour or two later because my bed had moved. I saw a figure leaning over top of me and I felt my heart rate accelerate and instinctively punched them in the face.

"Fuck." He pulled a hand away to rest against his freshly damaged face, causing him to fall half on me and half on the bed. A curl brushed against my face and I squinted through the darkness.

"Sidney? What the fuck are you doing being creepy in the dark?!" I whisper-yelled at him, and even though I couldn't see his face I knew I was receiving a murderous glare.

"You asked about my fantasy- I was going to show you. You fucking punched me in the face! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I'm sorry you're a fucking creeper? It's called self-defence. I was literally unconscious."

He groaned and rubbed his face with his eyes closed. I bit my lip and looked around. I was awkwardly squished, half under Sidney's body and pressed against the guard rail of the bed.

"K, well if you want to show me now..."

"Right now my fantasy is to castrate you, so maybe rethink what you're saying."

I wasn't quite sure what to do. I couldn't really move, and I couldn't ask him to move. But I also couldn't just go back to sleep now that I'd punched him in the face, and I was too lazy to volunteer to get ice. So, my solution was basically just to lie there until Sidney sorted himself out and got off of me and the bed.

Eventually my foot started to cramp from having the weight of half his body on it. I moved it just a few inches and I heard Sidney suck in a breath.

"Shit," he muttered.

"What? That couldn't have possibly hurt you."

He gently shook his head as he closed his eyes and took his hand away from his face. "Do it again."

"Move my foot?" My forehead was creased in confusion and he heaved a sigh, taking his hand from his face to lift his body up.

"You know, you're one of the most clueless people I've ever met. It's a good thing you're okay to look at."

I was mid scoff when he ground his hips into mine and it transformed into a gasp.

"Holy fuck," I uttered as Sidney let out a small laugh.

"I know."

And then we were full out grinding, in my bunk bed, at four in the morning.