Bellamy;

You stood in yours and Bellamy's tent changing into the shirt that you wore when you went on hunting trips so you could get bloody and dirty and still have a 'clean' shirt to come back to.

You pulled your current top over your head with your back to the entrance and looked for your hunting shirt, getting down on your fours you checked under the bed when you heard the tent flap open, you stood up quickly covering yourself.

Bellamy stood in the doorway with a smirk on his face, "Jesus Christ Bellamy, if you're going to be in here at least help me find my hunting shirt." You scrowled, he chuckled and walked to the table in the tent handing you the freshly washed shirt. Octavia and a few other girls had gone to wash clothes at the river and Bellamy gave them your shirt.

You sighed and put on your other shirt before having a pair of arms wrap around you.

"Just saying, this body is all mine." Bellamy whispered in your ear making you shiver.

Finn;

You groaned, blood soaked your shirt from when you were hunting, you had about two other shirts but neither were clean. You stood in your tent shirtless figuring out wha the hell you were going to do.

"Hey babe-" Finn stopped in his tracks a tint of pink outlining his cheeks. "S-sorry," he stuttered, you couldn't help but laugh.

"It's totally fine Finn." You told him picking up one if his shirts and pulling it on over your head. You walked up to him and quickly placed your lips on his.

Monty;

You had just woken up and felt grimy and nasty in the clothes you were in so took off your jeans and T-shirt trying to find the pair of shorts you had and the long sleeve to go with them.

"(Y/N) can you-" Monty's voice stopped and you looked behind you to see Monty's face go red and him quickly scurry out of your room. You quickly scrambled to find your other clothes and change into them before you ran out chasing your boyfriend.

Jasper;

You had fallen into the lake and you were completely drenched. You hated it, so as fast as you could you made it back to the camp and into your tent ridding yourself of the horrid clothes and finding your others.

By the time you had your jeans on the tent flap opened and there stood Jasper, "I'm- shit- s-sorry." He stood there stuttering and stammering over his own words. You threw one of your shoes at him which made him run away.

Murphy;

You hated sweating, and you hated when sweat was attached to your clothes and body, so after you had cleaned yourself you attempted to pull your tight jeans onto your wet legs.

Murphy walked in the tent and stood there admiring your body. "Need some help?" He asked you, you glared at him and tired again, you signed and Murphy helped you to your feet grabbing your belt loops, you held onto his shoulders as he helped slide your jeans up your smooth legs, you put your shirt on then wrapped your arms around his neck.

"You're the best," you told him before placing your lips on his. "So I've been told." He replied kissing you again.