Cabin 304

5. I'll have you know that my hands aren't the only things I like getting dirty

Joanna's Point Of View

On the weekends, we had two choices. Participate in a bunch of activities with the rest of camp, or stay and relax in your cabin. My zit-marked butt (not literally) decided to stay in bed. I was tired from the busy week and had too much on my mind to concentrate on anything else.

Okay... That was half a lie. I was tired-but not from the busy week. I'd been tossing myself into different positions all night, trying to get comfortable. At one point, I accidentally flung myself onto the ground, throwing my arm out to land on my palms and instead caught the cord of a lamp and watched as it fell to the ground with a loud crash. Quickly gathering up all the glass, I set it back onto the nightstand (left of my bunk) in a neat pile, getting back underneath the covers and planning onacting clueless in the morning.

Anyway, the reason why I'd been so restless was one simple reason. I was nervous. But two reasons for why I was nervous: Candice and Age mingle. You could count age mingle and Candice into the same category if you'd wish, because honestly, I was scared that I was going to be matched with her. And after my seconds of a confident outburst, I'd realized what I'd done and that there was a large chance she heard me.

Two words: Oh shit.

All I could think about was if she heard me or not. I decided on not telling Ally. Yes, she was the closest thing I had to a 'good friend' here, but I wasn't sure if we were close enough for me to be telling her my problems yet. Sharing clothes seemed not to be a big deal though.

Ally stood in the mirror, fixing her eyeliner as I sat and watched. Putting on makeup seemed like an awful lot of work. Her left eye was being stretched by her middle finger, as she slid the liquid eyeliner across her lid. Snapping it back into place, she blinked and examined her work.

"Do you think this side looks uneven?" She asked, glancing down at me. My eyes flickered between her two blue ones.

"No they look good," I said. It was true. She was like some sort of professional when it came to makeup (I've learned).

"Good." Ally said, smiling at me in the mirror.

She was going to hang out with Megan. She woke me up in the morning, shaking me and requesting assistance when choosing what to wear. Even though I was surprised she asked me (having no fashion sense because of my parents) I managed to get up and lay out a few outfits onto her bunk. Everything was going smoothly until she gasped at one outfit that she found repulsing. Before I could reply by blatantly stating that they were in her suitcase, and were her clothes in the first place, she exclaimed, "Megan is so hot though! I'll look like an ugly piece of crap in that!" That's when things got semi-awkward... for me at least. Was it normal for girls to call their friends hot? I'd never know.

Luckily, the awkward feeling that I got didn't affect Ally. I wouldn't want it to in the first place, though. Mutual awkwardness is the worst. She simply skipped towards the bathroom, calling for me to be her makeup assistant if needed.

I wasn't needed though. I think she just liked the company.

"Done!" She chirped, snapping the cap onto the eyeliner. Setting her stare on me, she raised her eyebrows. "Does Joanna want me to put makeup on her?" She asked.

"For the last time Allison, I'm done with makeup. Friday was my last day of cover up unless this thing doesn't go down by tomorrow." I said, pointing at the pimple on my chin, which thankfully had reduced in size by about fifty percent. Thank you, Clinique face wash.

She held her hands up in defense, turning back towards the mirror on her heels, "Okay, okay." She smacked her lips together making a popping sound, before scratching at the corners of her mouth. "So when are you going to start wearing makeup?"