Freaking out, Thomas running to the table, face pale and eyes wide.

"Jesus!" He breathes out. "Did anyone in our hut hide the book of the Tom Riddle or anything? And did Ginny come and steal it and left the whole place like Gryffindor's dorm?"

Confused, I look up at him. "What do you mean, Tommy?"

"Exactly as I'm saying! Someone demolished our hut! Like, they went through my stuff, and Lelia's stuff, and Clint, Fry, and Jeff's! And they left it all over the floor!" He then looks at Jeff. "May I ask why you brought coffee cups?"

"I—"

But before he can reply, I do. "Let me see if you're not being dramatic, because you usually are."

"Alright. Hey, where is your Siamese twin?"

"What?"

"Lyndon," Clint hints.

"He's showering," I tell them. "Why?"

"Usually he goes where you go, and the other way around. He must come see this."

I sigh. "Just show me first."

Thomas practically runs to their hut, so I have trouble catching up. By the time we've arrived, he's breathing even heavier.

"Lelia's gonna kill me for letting this happen." He opens the door.

It only takes a second of looking for me to realize he was not being dramatic.

Clothes are lying all over the floor. Toiletries are leaking and spread everywhere. The sheets have been pulled off the beds. There's rips in some clothes.

Everything is somewhat ruined.

"And when did this happen?"

"I left to get breakfast when it was still normal, but then I realized I forgot something, so I went back, and saw this."

A bad feeling crawls up my stomach. "How long were you gone?"

"Only like five minutes. So whoever it was must've already been close when I left, except I didn't see anyone."

"Well, the woods are right behind this hut, and on the other side of the field, there's even more trees. Someone can easily slip in there. But who? Did you make any enemies?"

"Definitely."

My face falls.

"But none of them would do this."

I shake my head at his absurdity. "Alright, then. Just tell an instructor. Preferably not Janson. Maybe Jorge or—"

"Oh my God." The color drains away from Thomas's face again, his eyes focused on something behind me. "Newt, don't turn around."

"What—"

"Someone's watching us. From the woods. Like ninety feet away. It's a man. I don't know him. We're gonna die. Please—"

"We're not gonna die," I interrupt, though pure terror hits me at the thought of an unknown man watching us. Makes me shrink. "What is he doing?"

"Walking away. Into the woods. I think he saw me looking. Do you think—"

"Tommy." I press my hands down on his shoulder. "Calm down. It'll be alright, okay? Don't freak out."

"How can I not?" He peeps, voice high. "Newt, someone broke in and was watching us!"

"I know. Just don't panic yet. It might be a false alarm. For all I know... Gally needed to let go of some thoughts... or Minho was being funny—"

"Minho's not even here!"

I let go of a deep breath, pulling his arm. "Just calm. Tell Jorge and no one else until we know more. Don't want to make these kids scared."

"Okay." He seems to get a little more color in his face. "Okay."

"Okay." I nod.

"But I might have nightmares for the rest of my life—"

"Now you're being dramatic."

☀︎︎

"Here." With a shy smile, Lynn hands me like the fifth shirt he has painted me.

My face lights up. "Thanks, Lynn." And my cheeks get red, but he probably won't notice. He never does. Or perhaps he just doesn't mention it out loud.

He painted one of my blue shirts. At first it was just plain, now it has a blue turtle, waves, a jellyfish, and a shark. It's hard to explain how he made them look so perfect together because it's so beautifully done.

He does have a certain style when it comes to shirts. Whenever I give a black shirt, he makes something colorful, like thermal hands. The yellow shirt I'm wearing has gotten a sunset painted on it. He matches things with the color of the shirt.

"Like it?" I do notice that his cheeks catch a blush. "I wasn't sure what to do because I didn't have much time and my hands were shaking so I couldn't really—"

"I love it," I interrupt. "Now come on. We've got breakfast to eat."

I want to tell him about what happened in Thomas's hut, but I don't. Lynn's got enough to worry and think about at the moment, and it really might be false alarm and some kid decided to play around.

"Excited to see your sister again?" I ask, cutting him a piece of bread. I'll really have to ask him things if I want to start a conversation, especially in the morning.

"As long as Minho hasn't pissed her off so much that it ruined her mood, yeah," he replies, and I smile.

"He'll tell me everything that I need to know, and then I'll catch you up."

He smiles at me, and my smile brightens. He's bloody adorable.

But I don't tell him that. Not yet.

Stupid thing about being gay and liking a boy: the chance they fall in love with a boy is smaller than the chance they fall in love with a girl when you don't know their sexuality... get what I mean?

But I know Lyndon just isn't sure, so I have a chance. Except I don't want to push him. He gets uncomfortable easily— which isn't a wrong thing, by the way.

But if I don't push him a little bit, he'll never figure things out because I can see he doesn't want to. Yet he'll eventually have to.

We pass Noelle as we make our way to our usual table. I feel him tense beside me, so I take his arm and quicken up our pace of walking.

I look to my side. I see his eyes are a bit unfocused. Me pulling his arm is the only thing that keeps him moving forward. He's staring at the ground. "Lynn." I pull his arm a bit harder to shake his out of his thoughts, which likely aren't good at the moment.

He blinks, looks at me, mutters an apology, and then follows me onto the bench, across from a less panicked Thomas, Winston, Sonya, Harriet, and Clint.

Jeff is more tidy than Clint, so I think he's cleaning his stuff up, since Thomas obviously told his roommates what happened. Teresa is already doing the dishes of the people who have finished breakfast, and Fry might already be working on lunch. Minho and Lelia will be here in exactly—I look at the clock—twenty minutes.

"Morning," I greet. Most of my friends have finished their breakfast as I was with Thomas and Lyndon, so now they're just talking before the day actually starts.

"Morning." Winston grins. "So how's it going with the STMBPLBBWAM list?"

Right. Steps To Make Boring People Less Boring By Winston And Minho.

"Uh, we're not really far," Lynn admits. "Lelia and Minho are likely gonna win. I heard they only have one thing left to do."

"What do y'all still have to do?"

My eyebrows furrow as I try to call them. "Steal from Janson, prank someone, and... what was it again?"

"Change Ava's shampoo with dye," Winston finishes. "Well, you two have some work to do."

I sigh. To be honest, I haven't spilled a single thought on this list since the party, where Lynn was kissing Harriet. Nothing is awkward between them now, so I guess he doesn't remember. I do, though. Wish I didn't.

We talk for the next minutes, not about a lot, until Minho and Lelia arrive. Curiosity drips off everyone's face when they look up, and I just know we all know they 'hate' each other.

They don't look as exhausted as I thought they would look. And don't look very pissed at each other, though there is some kind of tension.

Well, that tension has always been there.

"Well?" Thomas blurts out.

"Well what?"

"Who slept where?"

The two of them share a glance. "Minho slept in the bed for a few hours, then I did," Lelia says.

My eyes flash to Lyndon. He'll know when she's lying. He turns to me, making a movement. I know enough.

Bloody liars.

But Minho will tell me exactly what happened.

Thomas's eyes are full of desire when Lelia sits down next to him. I guess he'll beg until she snaps and tells him.

Minho slides next to me, too. "You'll never guess what happened," he whisper-screams.

"You shared the bed."

He pulls a face. "Now you ruined how I was gonna surprise you."

"Whatever." I chuckle. "Just spill."

"Okay. So, I gave her the crossword puzzle you helped me make, and she got red. She was blushing, Newt."

I give him a soft slap, eyeing Lelia. If she wanted to, she could easily overhear his words.

"Sorry," he whispers. "Anyway— I got the bed first. Then she did, but then I told her she owed me, so then she sat down on the ground. Then she started shivering, blah blah blah, and then we ended up betting."

Confused, I raise an eyebrow. "You're gonna have to be more detailed than that, man."

"Lyndon, please don't kill me for all of this," Minho says. Then he starts explaining in full details, face glowing.

Lynn's eyebrows fly up, almost dangerously. "You let her sit on the floor—"

"I did offer the bed!"

They bicker for a while, which I can't help but smile at, and then Minho continues telling us what happened. Lynn scowls at the fact that they cuddled, and I smile.

Once breakfast is finished, we're headed to Mary and the art hut. We're in the middle of a pottery project. Our works have dried, so we're gonna decorate them today. AKA, paint, and that's Lynn's favorite thing. I can see his excitement while walking there.

"So... we're gonna go to my house this weekend?" I offer. "My Dad can pick us up. Guess it would be nice to get away from this camp for a few days."

He nods. "Sure. I'll still have to tell my parents, but they're probably fine with it. You only live half an hour away, right?"

"Yeah."

"Where, exactly? I'll have to let him know."

"Just tell him Smith Reservoir."

He stares at me. "You live close to a lake?"

"Right in front of it."

"Really?" His eyes light up. "That's so cool. Or isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is." I chuckle. "Remember Fleur and Bill from Harry Potter?"

"Eh, yeah."

"If someone asks about our house, Sonya just says it's like that one. The inside, at least."

"Oh, wow," he breathes out. "Now I'm really excited."

"The water is really cold, though. So don't look forward to it too much. And my room is boring."

"I'm sure it isn't. I'll stay excited."

Again, I chuckle. "Okay. You do you."