Octavia
I sat under the tree in silence for several minutes. I didn't want to disturb the sleeping girl beside me. Not that I probably would. She was a heavy sleeper. We had tried to wake her one morning, and nothing short of playing an instrument above her head would even make her twitch and roll away from the noise. Luckily, camp beds are small, and she fell onto the floor.
Actually, she landed on my lap, but I got up and ran before she woke. It was pretty awkward. Her face was literally inches from a certain area. I died a little on the inside.
Now I could actually rest, and I didn't have to wake her. I could just enjoy the silence, and sort through how I felt about this whole "new friendship" scenario.
She wasn't exactly helping, though. As if it weren't awkward enough while she was conscious, she was now leaning her head on my shoulder. She may say she's awkward with strangers, but she seems pretty comfortable with me. That, and she has no conscious control over her body right now.
A breeze rolled through, and she shivered, curling closer to me. Oh God, why? I highly doubt that I've ever been in a more awkward situation. I tried to slowly extricate myself from her grip, but soon gave up when she only held on tighter.
After about ten minutes, Jayfeather came to my rescue. I quickly explained the situation, and he agreed to help me carry her to the cabin. He knelt down and slid his arms around her; one supporting her legs, and one cradling her back, bridal style. He stood up slowly, careful not to drop her. She murmured softly when he pulled her from my side. I stretched once, and then sprang up to help Jay with his passenger.
We managed to stagger over to the cabin's wooden front door. For a skinny girl, Vinyl's pretty solid. Luckily, Jay is pretty strong, for a flutist. I helped a little, but I'm sadly not very strong. I hope Vinyl doesn't make a habit of falling asleep like that. She's quite the odd girl.
Jay laid her on the bed, the springs protesting loudly at the weight. She curled in on herself, like a cat. I grinned at Jay, and we laughed quietly at the girl slumbering in front of us.
I walked back over to the door, and pushed it open, flooding the darkened room with sunlight. I turned to find Jay standing behind me, and jumped a little in surprise.
"Bro, that was creepy. Seriously, don't do that to me. I swear I had a heart attack." He just grinned at me, and shook his head slightly.
"You need to stop overreacting. I get that you're kinda skittish, but it was just me. You should realize by now that I would never hurt you. I honestly doubt that anyone could if they wanted to, Mike Hoofson." He chuckled at his joke, and I joined in. It was true, I could definitely kick butt if I had to. I've been training in various martial arts since I was six, and I've had boxing lessons, too.
So yeah, I'm a badass. But nobody knows it but my family and best friends. I don't want people to think I'm weird, or be scared of me. I have enough insecurity issues as it is.
I pushed Jay out the doorway, and gave him a two-second hug, before stepping back inside. I let the door swing shut behind me as I crossed the room to my own bed, which happened to be the lower half of one of the two bunk beds in the room.
I flopped down on the purple sheet with a heavy sigh, not bothering to remove my shoes. I curled up, facing the wall, and decided to catch some sleep of my own. I pulled my phone out and set an alarm for one hour from now. Placing my phone on my pillow, I closed my eyes. The last sound I heard was the deep breathing of my cabinmate and new friend, Vinyl.