You sat inside your shared hut, drawing away at some scrap paper Shauna gave you. Sometimes, when you were bored, she'd rip out a blank page or two from her journal and give you it to do whatever you please. She has her creative outlet, you have yours. Everyone else was out doing their tasks, and you became the seamstress around camp once Laura Lee passed away (you were the only one who's stitching wasn't loose and wonky). But unfortunately, there was nothing for you to sew, and the day was almost over, so you resorted to sitting in the hut.

It was fairly quiet around, the nighttime air peaceful, until a faint arguing noise was heard from not too far away. Two girls- obviously- but you could only identify one. Your girlfriend's. Not a shocker, with her attitude towards the others. After a few moments of squabbling, there's steps crunching the leaves angrily, straight towards the hut. And the curtain is ripped open by a scowling brunette. Correction, your scowling brunette. She walks further into the hut, plopping herself down beside you.

"Nat put me on house arrest for the rest of the night. Fucking bitch." Her words were sharp, but the way she slowly curled up next to you and laid her head on your shoulder was unmistakable. She was pissed, and she wants to be comforted a little, so what? When you don't wrap your arm around her, she huffs a bit, holding back a whine. She doesn't want to seem too pitiful. "Baby."