Your pov

You brush bugs away from your face as you walk towards the pond; to retrieve your clothes. You grab both of your arms and rub them up and down to keep warmth. You start to see the glistening of the pond. You walk a little faster. You studied the pond. YOUR CLOTHES WEREN'T THERE! You began to panic. You jumped into the pond and looked over and over for them. 

"Ugh!" you shout. You bit your lip as you hopped out. You started to walk back towards the camp, hopping that Wilson had a spare of clothes.

Wilson's pov

I put on my last sock. I did feel alive when I was naked, but I can't stay naked forever. Your stomach started to rumble. It stabs me with pain. I walk over towards the dead pig and pick out some meat. I started a fire and sat down on the itchy green grass and started to roast my meat. Then you thought of her. I put my roasting stick down and pulled out some meat from the pig. I put the bloody meat on y/n's roasting stick and roasted hers.

Your pov

You kick over bushes that were in your way. Your wet hair hung over your face as you made your way to the camp. You then look up at the sky.

"Night," you slowly whisper. Then you see a line of smoke. you followed the long trail of the smoke until you make it to camp.

You see Wilson roasting some meat. He looked over.

"Gah! Your still naked!" he said covering his eyes as he blushed. You frowned.

"I couldn't find my clothes in the pond. Do you have extra clothes I could wear?" you asked him. He unshieled his eyes.

"Well, no, but I have my vest," he said unbuttoning it. You walk towards him. He hands you his red velvet vest. You quickly put it on. Wilson's vest had his smell on it. You smile. He pats his hand on the ground for you sit. You sit right next to him and put your toes at the fire. You shiver. You suddenly feel Wilson's arm cling on your shoulders and pulls you closer to him. He was very warm, of course, you never had this feeling before. It was great. You began you yawn and rub your eyes. Wilson looked down at you.

"Sleeping before dinner?" Wilson said, tilting his head. You rubbed your eyes again.

"Well, I don't know. I'm pretty tired from...yesterday..." you said as you trailed off. Wilson hung his head

"Come on, you need to eat. You haven't ever since...yesterday..." he said, nervously coughing. You look down.

"Yeah, I know," you say as you pull some grass out from the earth. He suddenly put a fresh cooked pork in your face. You smile and snag at it. As Wilson concentrated on the pork, you start to lay down. Wilson hears you collapse. He gets up and retrieves your old bed roll and lays it over you. You feel a little bit cold without his arm around your cold body. You hear him bite at his pork, like a wild animal. After he was done, he puts the cover over both of you, laying his arm over your body, making you feel warm again.