I hovered over Kevin as he inspected Bree again in the light of the campfire.
"What is it?" I dared asking.
He sighed and then looked up at me, "Nothing you need to worry about. Just make sure everyone gets to their huts and don't sneak off again."
"What do you mean something I don't need to worry about? I'm capable of helping too."
"That's not what I meant. I just need someone to watch after the others."
"It's because I freak out all the time isn't it."
"No," he said irritably, turning back to a sleepy Bree, "But if you are going to freak out then yes."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I frowned, all the stress and lack of sleep in the past few days catching up to me.
For the first time since I'd met Kevin, he snapped, "I don't know Karissa. You always seem to think I'm the dumb one around here. Why don't you tell me?"
"I do not! I told you I was sorry."
"Yeah? Well than act like it and quit hovering over me like that. I know what I'm doing."
"I'm only hovering because you won't tell me what to do."
"I just did!"
"No, that was brushing me off!"
Kevin stood up from his crouch, "It doesn't take two people to bandage a broken arm, Karissa."
"A broken arm?!" I nearly shrieked, "So that's what this 'little fall' is all about?"
"I was just trying to make it easier on you, alright?! You're not the only one here so stop acting like a spoiled brat."
We both froze and turned to see our little group of campers all staring at us. The sudden silence made me realize just how much our voices had rose.
"Y-yes?" Kevin asked, rubbing his neck subconciously.
"We were just...going to bed. Goodnight."
"Goodnight," I muttered, a forced smile on my lips.
They hardly moved.
"Don't worry," I stepped forward and began ushering towards their shelters, "We're just really tired. Everything will be fine in the morning."
"Sorry guys," Kevin muttered, glancing up at Jim.
Though I knew they were hardly convinced, they obeyed. Sleep always seemed like the better option after a long day like this.
Kevin and I silently helped the injured ones into their makeshift sleeping bags and then moved towards our own sleeping quaters. But I noticed that Kevin walked right past his and out to the rocky outcrop where the campers usually sat. He sunk down, wrapped an arm around his legs, and began skipping rocks.
I turned back, exhaustion urging me towards my hut. But my concious tugged a different way.
Finally my gut feeling won over and I walked across the beach and silently sat down next to him. He hardly glanced up and chucked one more rock. We sat there for a few minutes just listening to the rolling waves.
Eventually, I found the courage to speak up, "Sorry. That was stupid."
He smirked, emphasizing the thin layer of whiskers that had begun to sprout on his unshaven chin, "Ditto."
"I don't even remember what the argument was about."
He shrugged, "That's alright. Nothing worth scrapbooking."
I found myself smiling, "I'm sure. I just wish...oh those poor campers."
"I know," he found another smooth rock and bounced it across the water, "Being stranded on an island is one thing. Having us as counselors is quite another."
"No kidding," I chuckled but it soon melted into a frown, "Do you think anyone will ever come looking for us?"
"I'm sure they already have. The question is if they'll find us. I'm not sure where that storm blew us," he smiled, "We'll have to ask Sarah tommorrow."
"Yeah," I agreed, "I hope so. They're really starting to grow on me."
He grinned and threw another rock, "I know the feeling. Much longer here and I might just have to kidnap them when I get home."
He looked over at me with that grin, "You really think I'd stay on the same island with your temper? I'd rather swim home."
I laughed and slapped his leg, glad his teasing self was back.
"Well," he said after a few moments, "We'd better get some sleep."
"Yeah," I agreed, standing up after him. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and gave me a side-hug. I returned it and we muttered our goodnights before parting ways.