[your best friend!]

Outside, ugh. You hate being outside. Peter already dragged you out of your cabin, and now you’re laying in the grass, sulking. You’re sprawled out like a star fish with a face that shows pure hatred.

Scott sees you and sighs. He walks over to you and shifts his weight to one leg.

“Get up. You look stupid like that.” He says in a sharp tone. You can see the annoyance in him starting to build up. You refuse to get up with a whine.

“I said get your lazy ass up.”