I sat at the corner of the steps to my cabin quietly. The snores of a sleeping Harold were enough to wake up the heaviest sleeper.

I jumped from my seat when I heard yells from the boys cabin.

"Hey, Nerdy Redhead!"

Pushing my hand to my forehead, I thought about the green mohawked teen inside who hadn't slept in four days. I felt so sorry for him.

I heard a grunt. "Hey."

A few mumbles, probably Harold's.

"Stop snoring!"

"Gosh!"

"You know what? I'm too tired right now."

I heard the door open and I quickly hid out of sight.

Then I saw him. Black circles under his eyes, he slumped over in a hunched position. His Mohawk was all out of proportion, all split and loose. The teal in his eyes was a shade greyer than usual. Also, he was only wearing boxers.

He sighed. "Better be glad I'm too tired to be mad Harold." His figure went over to the dock, and sat down.

I thought about it, and then walked over to him carefully, sitting down beside him. "Hey."

"Princess." He didn't even look at me, just closed his eyes and smirked.

I smiled. "Tired?"

He nodded, yawning loudly. "Stupid Harold."

"Don't get cranky."

He smiled, not a smirk, but a genuine smile. "Can't be with you around." He looked into my eyes. His lost some of the grey when both ours locked.

I blushed. That always seemed to happen when I was with him.

He hadn't moved his eyes from mine yet. He tilted his head like a curious dog. "What color are your eyes?"

"Black, Coal, Onyx. Whatever you want to call it." I shrugged. When I first noticed my eye color, I thought I was half demon or something.

He nodded. "Cool." Still transfixed on my eyes he put his finger to my cheek and brushed against it with his thumb.

I closed my eyes, shivering at his touch.

When I finally opened then, he was staring at the water. "I love the reflection of the moon in the water."

I saw a rim of light coming above the hills."Have you ever seen a sunrise before?"

He turned to me. "No. Why?"

I smiled. "It's your lucky day." I pointed in the direction of the hills.

We both watched as colors like pink, orange and yellow rose with the sun.

I was amazed at it, like I always was.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

No response.

"Duncan?"

When I didn't get an answer, I looked down to see his head in my lap, his chest rising and falling, breaths coming out slowly.

I smiled at his sleeping figure, running my fingers through his Mohawk. "Good night, Duncan."

Me: so sweet.....
Courtney: corny.
Duncan: cheesy.
Harold: and totally in my face!
Me: hope you enjoyed!