So we cleaned the hall and headed back to our cabins, Michael lagging behind with Ben while Cody fought to keep up with me in my attempt to run away from him.  Once again, the door was open to our hut and I practically tackled a confused looking Drew, shimmying myself behind him to hide from the ex.  

Emmett and Ted, who never really liked Cody, were quick to step in front of me as if protecting me from the evil that is Codfish…uh Cody.

The good thing was, he eventually got the message and fucked off like the good little sheep he was.

Lights out was twenty minutes ago and none of us can sleep.  Well that’s a lie, Ted’s snoring in a way that resembles a fog horn and that Blake kid’s KO’d.  

No surprise there.

Smoke’s rising from what I assume is Kinney’s face (cause if it’s the other end, I may have to run around the campsite screaming ‘The Witch is Burning’), the noise of turning pages is coming from above me.  

Trust Mikey to be reading comics at this hour.

“Hey, Justin, do you think there’s a killer out there?”

Everyone stops their activities.  Mikey stops mid page turn, Kinney, mid inhale.  Me?  I stop raising my hand which I was going to run through my hair as six pairs of eyes rest on the speaker.  Drew’s eyebrow is raised so high, it may get lost in his now flat brown hair and Ben just looks amused.

“Emmett.  If you ask that one more time this year, machete wielding, hockey mask wearing killers will be the least of your problems…”

Ben, Kinney and Drew look at me in alarm.  Well come on, Em asks me the same fucking question EVERY year.  Emmett nods and rolls over.

He’s asleep within minutes; he got it into his head two years back that I’d protect him from whatever tried to get in.  And seeing as Mikey’s closest to the door and I’m closest to the window (and I’m the only one with any martial arts/self defence experience), I probably would.  Hence how I broke Aved Chanders’ nose last year.  Stupid fucker tried to sneak in the window.

It’s not long before Drew and Ben are asleep; Ben’s kinda cute when he does cause he hangs over the edge of the bed.  Drew just looks dead.  There’s a shuffling of bedcovers underneath me and a body looms over me.  I already know who it is.

“Don’t move about to much…” is all I whisper as they crawl in, spooning up behind me with their face buried in the back of my neck.

Mikey always was the cuddly kind.

I lay in the dark, my eyes open as I stare at the glowing orange light in front of me before it went out.  Hazel eyes met my blue before I looked away, closing my eyes.

I didn’t see the jealousy flitting over Brian's features as he rolled away from me to face the wall.