Camp Kyojin: Dawn Of The Dorks

FIVE: Here's To Experimentation!

The ridge has always been a place of bewilderment for Connie and I, we discovered it when we got lost on a hike in our first year and eventually found our way back when Reiner and Bertholdt stumbled across us, simply looking out at the camp as if we were stood on Pride Rock in The Lion King.

I love the ridge. Everything about it is totally incredible. The view, the memories, the atmosphere, everything.

Connie is running ahead, storming through nettles not caring at all. There's rustling from either side of us, I can only assume it's more fleeing guilty parties such as Eren or Annie. Both groups have respecting hiding places. I wonder where Ackerman and his cult fled to. I bet they have a great hiding place, beyond the levels of the stone ridge. To my knowledge, Eren and his friends made a tiny den in their first year here in the canopy of trees that surround us, I know for a fact that Armin usually goes there if he's having a breakdown. He's not exactly what we would call stable.

The sun is rising to its highest point as we continue on our race toward a safe haven. There's not too much ground to cover, just a hill to climb.

"C'mon, Sash'!" Connie holds his hand out to me as I stare at the hill.

"Kill me now!" I complain, my inner fat girl shining through.

"I'll do you one better." Connie crouches down. "Hop on."

"No way!" I gasp, shaking my head as some of my friends flee, rushing off to their own hiding places. Eren's being followed by Armin and Mikasa, they're going to the left, while Annie and Bertholdt are scuttling up a tree, one that leads into a network of branches. If they move with care they could escape to the bleachers as easily as you can count.

"Yes way, I've got a six pack, didn't you know?"

Those words provoke me to hurl my body on top of Connie's. This reminds me of that scene in the Twilight movies, where Bella truly gets to experience Edward's speed as he runs through the woods.

Connie isn't that slow either, he's not Edward Cullen fast, or Mo Farrah fast, but he's no weakling, we're up the hill in minutes. Connie Springer is clearly a much faster mode of transport than my legs. I may be thinner but I'm still unhealthy.

He's panting as he shrugs me off his shoulders.

"C'mon, Mr Six Pack! Race you to the ridge!" I exclaim, now, this I can do, the incline's barely noticeable to clamber up the rocks and settle in our best hiding place is so fun.

"You're on, Sash!"

I grin, running ahead before he can call for a proper race, scuttling over the rocks and crawling onto the smooth stone ridge.

"I win!" I declare.

"Try again." Connie sneers, lifting up his shirt.

Immediately, my eyes are wide and my hand is covering my nose. No way. Is that real? When the hell did he get a real six pack? How fit is he.

"Sash? You okay?" Connie asks, kneeling in front of me. I nod, not moving my hands from my face, he doesn't need to see my mortified expression, he doesn't need to see my nose, what if it's bleeding?

"Look! I stashed a few cans of Hooch up here." Connie moves a rock aside and producing a can each from the small hiding place.

"Brilliant." I take the can from him, as Connie deals with the rock, I use my phone to check my nose. No blood, thank god. Man, I feel so superficial, Connie's suddenly nosebleed worthy now that I know he's got a six pack! How shallow!

But that's no mediocre six pack! That's a fully developed set of abs,, prominent and pretty much washboard level. He's making me think of him in a totally different way, I always thought he was cute and sweet, but now. Wow.

I'm so shallow!

"Sash, here's to experimentation." Connie holds up the can of Hooch.

I nod, cheeks burning at the connotations of that comment. Wow. What's wrong with me?

"Here here, now!" I produce me phone and scoot over to my best friend to snap a few pictures of us as we sip from our cans of Hooch at like 1:30 in the afternoon.