Dylan shut the door to the cabin, sighing and thinking about his predicament. Mr H... left for the night and now they were stuck here? Jesus. He had to be stuck in a cabin with these stupid counselors, of course.

Except for Ryan. He liked him. Maybe a little much, but he was always really sweet yet quiet. Dylan decided to sit on his bed and think for a while, and they hoped everything would be good when they did the late night party that night.