Camp Cherokee

Chapter 8: Everyone Spills The Tea

Lilac leaned against the closed door. Dynamite looked up from her spot on her bed.

"You okay?" She asked. "You look a little flustered." Lilac nodded.

"I'm fine." She said. Dynamite raised an eyebrow questioningly, but said nothing. Lilac made her way over one of the empty beds and sat down. The Pink Room was, as the title suggests, painted a pale pink. Three beds were set up against the far wall. Each bed had a fluffy pink comforter and lots of soft pink pillows. The large bay window was framed by, you guessed it, pink curtains. On the opposite wall was a door that led to the bathroom.

"Wow," Lilac said as she gazed around the room. "They really stuck with the pink theme, huh?" Dynamite laughed.

"They sure did. You should see the Green Room. It looks like the jungle threw up in there." Dynamite said jokingly. Lilac yawned.

"I think I'll go to sleep." She said. Dynamite nodded.

"There's some pj's in the wardrobe." Lilac got up and opened the wardrobe doors. She grabbed a hoodie and a pair of black leggings, then went into the bathroom to change. Once she was changed, she went back into the bedroom and got into bed. The blanket was soft and warm, and Lilac was asleep in seconds.

•••••

Vixen was in shock. He was still standing outside of the door to the Pink Room, right where Lilac had left him. His cheek was still warm from the kiss. The sound of footsteps approaching from behind him awoke him from his daze. Vixen quickly hurried down the hall to the room he was sharing with the other boys. He walked into the room, and immediately face planted onto the bed.

"Help," he mumbled into the sheets.

"With?" Canada's voice asked from the bed next to his. Vixen just groaned in response.

"Oh no! You killed someone!" Exclaimed Canada. Vixen rolled onto his back.

"I didn't kill anyone," he said. Canada's face fell.

"Oh. Too bad. I have so many great ideas for places to hide a body," he said. Vixen raised an eyebrow at Canada.

"You're a weird kid," Vix said. Canada grinned.

"So if you didn't kill anyone, what's wrong?" Leaf asked.

"Well..." mumbled Vix.

"Yes?" Leaf asked excitedly.

"Lilac kissed my cheek and I freaked out and just stood there awkwardly like an idiot and she went into her room and I just kept standing in the hallway for like five minutes and I probably looked so dumb and argh!" Vix groaned. Canada laughed.

"That's your problem? A girl kissed you? That's not exactly a bad thing," Canada grinned at Vix.

"It wasn't a real kiss," Vixen mumbled. Leaf raised an eyebrow.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think I agree with Canada. This is a victory for you," Vixen turned to face him.

"You think so?" He asked. Leaf nodded.

"What was it like?" Canada asked suddenly.

"What?" Vixen said, confused.

"What was it like? I've never had a girl do anything mildly romantic to me," He repeated. Leaf laughed.

"Canada, your twelve. Of course you have no romantic experience. Vixen is sixteen. He probably has way more experience than you, right Vix?" Leaf turned to face Vix.

"Nope," Vix mumbled.

"Your kidding. You've never kissed a girl before?" Leaf asked. Vixen shook his head.