Back at the cabin, Jared was able to fully unpack his bag and hide his secret stash of snacks under the bed. He flopped down in his bed, watching Evan and Connor continue to put things away.

    "Hey Ev, I really like those purple under garments you got there." Jared snickered, watching as Evan quickly shoved the boxer shorts into a drawer.

    "They're probably nicer than the crusty underwear you probably have on." Connor smirked, hopping off the top bunk.

    "That's implying I have underwear on!" Jared wiggled his eyebrows. Evan made a disgusted face from across the room.

    "I agree with Evan, no one wants to know what you are wearing under your jeans." Connor grabbed a hairbrush from his dresser and began to comb through his hair.

    "Anyone would be lucky to know what I'm wearing under my jeans!" Jared said defensively, sitting up.

    "The word you're searching for is unfortunate." Connor laughed. Jared couldn't tell if Connor was joking with him or making fun of him.

    "Jerk." Jared stuck his tongue out at Connor.

    "Are you guys almost ready for the bonfire?" Evan asked them, pulling on a secondhand pair of tennis shoes his mom had given to him as a goodbye gift, he was very proud of them.

    "I suppose." Jared swung his feet off the bed and slipped into a pair of flip flops.

    "Flip flops?" Connor asked in disgust. "Jared it's dark out there, you'll trip and get a mouthful of dirt."

    "My mouth's already filthy." Jared shrugged, heading for the door. "Let's go, it's gonna take forever for us to walk there." Connor rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath about how Jared was going to regret his shoe choice. Jared opened the door, letting Connor and Evan walk through first.

    The three walked in silence through the dark woods. Jared began to wish he had brought a sweatshirt. He rubbed his arms, relieved when they finally arrived at the campfire. Jared sat between Connor and Evan and listened in boredom as everyone told crappy horror stories.

    "-and it ate him!" One of the younger boys shrieked, ending his story. Evan jumped and grabbed Jared's arm. Jared rolled his eyes,

"C'mon Ev, it's not even a good scary story." Jared frowned.

    "Yeah, I can tell you guys some horrifying ones later." Connor grunted, trying to sound unamused, but Jared could see an odd excitement in his eyes.

    "That'd be awesome." Jared grinned, shaking Evan off of him. "We have to toughen Ev up somehow."

    "Or we could not." Evan added in a small voice.

    "What's the fun in that?" Jared turned back to the other kids, staying quiet for the rest of the stories, except for a few sarcastic remarks.

    After the stories were finished, they were allowed to each have one s'more before heading back to their cabins. Jared complained that they wouldn't need to ration the s'mores if they were allowed to bring their own snacks, but mostly everyone else just ignored him.

    It was nearly eleven when they started walking back to the cabin. The trees blocked out any light from the moon, so the three were stumbling around in pitch blackness.

    "I wish I would've brought a flashlight down with us." Evan sighed, leading the way through the woods as he was the most careful.

    Jared opened his mouth to make a snarky remark when his foot caught on a stone and sent him tumbling to the ground. Luckily, he was able to catch himself before he face planted into a pile of rocks. That wouldn't have been fun. Behind him, he heard Connor snicker.

    "What did I fucking tell you?" He asked, reaching down and grabbing Jared by the scruff of his shirt. He quickly pulled Jared up and set him back on his feet.

    "Well you weren't completely right, I didn't get a mouthful of dirt." Jared stuck his tongue out, positive Connor couldn't see it in the dark.

    "That can be arranged." Jared heard Connor bend down and grab a handful of soil. Jared shrieked, pushing past Evan and making a mad dash towards the cabin. Connor ran after him, laughing.

    "Guys, wait for me!" Evan called, following behind them. When he finally caught up to the other two, Jared had locked himself inside the cabin with Connor hovering outside.

    "You can't hide in there forever, Kleinman." Connor was panting from the chase.

    "Watch me." Jared hummed from inside.

    "You have to let us in, we sleep in there!" Connor pounded on the door.

    "Jared, can I come in?" Evan asked from behind Connor.

    "No, because you'll let him in." Jared glanced around the room. "Hey Connor, what did you pack?"

    From outside, Connor heard a drawer open.

    "Stay the fuck out of my stuff, Kleinman, or you'll really get it." Connor pounded harder on the door. "Fuck, Jared, truce?"

    "Does that mean you won't rub dirt in my face when I let you in?" Jared walked over to the door.

    "Yeah, sure, I guess." Connor sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Just let us in." Connor heard a click and the door opened. Jared stood there, his arms crossed and a large black scarf wrapped around his neck.

    "Why'd you pack a scarf?" Jared giggled, fiddling with it.

    "I told you not to touch my stuff-" Connor fumed, storming over and grabbing one end of the scarf, yanking on it. Jared's head was jerked down before the scarf unwrapped from his neck.

    "Ow, what the hell?" Jared stepped back, rubbing his neck. Connor shoved the scarf back in it's drawer, slamming it shut with a loud bang. Connor paused for a second, taking a deep breath.

    "I'm sorry, just, please don't touch my stuff." He said quietly. "I'm going to take a shower."