When Matusen walked off into the woods to relieve himself, Devan walked over and whispered to Lorelle, "Aren't you being a little too nice?"Lorelle ch...ckled and said, "Watch and learn, Devan. Trust me."Devan shook her head and said, "Okay."Matusen set watch for the night, and the kampar actually proved a welcome addition to Devan in that regard. It reduced the amount of time each of them had to stay awake. Devan was given the first watch because she had never done it before, which would provide. “What’s wrong Max? Ashamed that you find your sister’s ass beautiful?” Max looked down in defeat. She rubbed his head. “It’s alright, Max. It’s alright to think I’m hot.” She stared down at him. “In fact, I think you’re pretty cute too.” He looked up in surprise. “Oh yeah. I have sometimes imagined… well, let’s just say that my mind is just as dirty as yours.” She hesitated. “You know what? Yeah. Let’s get it all out in the open.” She took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. “I think you are. "They got a strong hint later as class was about to begin, when Walter said, "I dreamed about you, Leslie." His voice cracked and squeaked on the "Leslie" part."Well, I don't want to hear about it!" snapped Leslie. That wasn't like her, if all that was involved was Walter's own dream. He was one of the more clueless boys around, and his skin now had that oily look to it, matching his changing voice. Cyrus might not be cool, but he was smart. Tara was glad it wasn't Walter who was coming to her. And then I met him. Trav Northrop. What a weird name I thought. I giggled initially when I first heard him say it with that friendly Texan accent of his. He had the most angelic looking gray eyes I had ever seen. He always called me Laine, a shortened version of my actual name, Alaina. It was a slow night that day at the bar. We were one of the few people in there. Now that I think about it I don’t know why I was all sad. A 21 year old fairly attractive girl like myself was in such a funk. Hard.