We are still enjoying the afterglow, lying wrapped in each other’s arms, when Abner walks in. He freezes mid-stride when he sees us. I grin widely and make a peace sign with my fingers, “‘Sup, Abner?” while Santiago bursts into laughter at the shocked look on his face.
He stammers, “I’m sorry… I can come back later, when you’ve finished… commencing.” He turns and is halfway to the door in the amount of time it takes me to open my mouth to speak.
“No, it’s okay,” I assure him, “we’re done.”
“But you’re lesbians. Can’t you… commence… several times?”
“Who says we haven’t?” Santiago challenges him, and then it’s my turn to dissolve into laughter. Abner sits on his cot, seemingly unsure what else to do.
“So, uhhh. You two, huh?” he says awkwardly.
“Yup!” I smile brightly. “So, what’s going on out there?”
We make small talk for a few minutes, Santiago and I snuggled up against each other under a blanket.
Just then, Kimberly bursts in. “What are you guys doing?! Charlotte is crying.”
“What?” I exclaim. Both Santiago and I sit up and make a mad scramble for our clothing.
“What happened?” I demand, fastening my bra.
“She ran off,” Kimberly says evasively.
I sigh, slipping my feet into my shoes. Before we leave the cabin, Santiago grabs me and kisses me again. I relax against her, the entire world melting away.
“You guys! Your friend is crying! This is no time for making out!” We break apart guiltily and rush from the cabin to look for Charlotte.
We split up to look. First I check the main lodge, which is almost completely empty. I walk around just to make sure she isn’t hiding in a corner somewhere. Next, I check the bathrooms. “Kimberly?” I call out. It’s silent. No one there, either.
When I peek into the Darkroom I find Kimberly topless–well, “topless” at least in terms of clothing. She’s laying on the floor with Sam straddling her, pinching one nipple while slapping the other breast. I pause in shock. Her words from just a little while ago echo in my head: Your friend is crying! This is no time for making out! Well, this explains why Charlotte is upset. Kimberly catches my eye and grins at me. I shake my head in exasperation and turn around, walking silently back outside to continue my search for Charlotte.
I’m about to head toward the Pillow Room when I spot her across the path, walking with Dawn and… Max, I think his name was? Santiago spies her from across the field as well, and we arrive at the same time.
“Charlotte!” I call out.
She stops and looks at me. “Hey,” she says glumly.
“Are you okay?” I ask. “I heard you were… upset.” I choose my words carefully, glancing at Dawn and Max.
“I’m fine,” she says calmly. A bit too calmly.
“Are you sure?” I press.
“Yes. These two lovely people were about to show me a good time.”
I am taken aback: casual sex is not usually Charlotte’s style. And what the fuck happened with Kimberly? I exchange a Look with Santiago. “Oh. Umm… okay. You’re sure you’re okay?” She nods. “Okay, well… have a good time, then.” I watch her skeptically as she disappears into her cabin the with two strangers.
I sigh softly. “I hope she’s okay.”
“I’m sure she’s fine,” Santiago says. “She’s probably just blowing off some steam. Lord knows, she could use it.”
“Yeah. Well… I’m going to bed. Are you coming?”
“I’m going to stay up a little while longer,” Santiago says. Oh. My face falls. I know what that means.
“Okay… have fun,” I say, trying to sound cheerful.
“Thanks. See you later,” she says, heading back across the lawn.
I head back to the cabin, feeling strangely empty. The last thing I see before I fall asleep is Santiago’s empty bed.