A few minutes later, I emerged from my room, wet clothes in hand. The bathroom door was wide open, so I went in and hung my clothes over the side of the tub.
      "Same idea, huh?" Lewis said, standing in the doorway.
      I stood up. "Apparently."
      "You were using an umbrella. How could you bet soaked?" he said, coming over. He flung his shirt over the side of the tub.
      "I just did, that's all," I said, shrugging.
      "Oh," Lewis said, then draped his jeans over the side of the tub. "What was with that glaring contest out there? I felt like I was getting the third degree without words."
      "I was just trying to coax them into coming inside. I just hope they don't complain when they get sick now from being out there," I said.
      "Man, how do you do it?" he asked.
      "Do what?" I asked, with no clue of what he was talking about.
      "Well... how can I put this nicely... You're like the way we should be, age-wise, and we're the way you should be, age-wise," Lewis said.
      "Yeah? Huh," I said. Dammit, did he hafta bring up the age thing? "Have you ever really thought about the age difference?" I realized I said that out loud. Crap.
      I watched the look on Lewis's face. I caught him off-guard with that one!
      "Well..." he started.
      "Just tell me the truth," I said, crossing my arms.
      "Okay, a few times," Lewis said.
      "Me, too," I said. "Every time I end up wondering what my parents would think. They don't even know! Let's hope they don't find out... atleast not the hard way."
      "Mine don't care as long as I atleast have a steady girlfriend before they die," he said.
      "That's a lovely thought," I said, cringing.
      "You know what I mean," Lewis said.
      I uncrossed my arms. "Yeah." I sighed "Being stuck here is really starting to get to me."
      "It's not really that bad here, though," he commented.
      I shook my head and glanced out the window. "I think it's hailing now." I glared at him and then went over to the window. "Yup, it's hailing."
      Lewis came up next to me. "I bet they're still out there playing pool."
      "Idiots," I said.
      "Certified," he agreed.
      I looked at him. "Anyway... Now what?"
      Lewis looked around. "We leave the bathroom?"
      "Good idea," I said.
      We went out into the hall.

      That night, about 1:00am, I'm watching the rain again.
      "Man, I hope someone's got an ark built," I said to myself. "It's never gonna stop raining."
      There's a knock at the adjoining door. I went over and opened it.
      "Hey, Lewis," I said.
      "Hey, Lauren," he said. "Watching the rain again, huh?"
      "Of course," I said. "What're you doin' up?"
      "I couldn't sleep," Lewis said, then came in. He looked around. "Really making yourself at home, here, aren't ya?"
      I glanced around at the mess. "Well, yeah, since we seem to be stuck here."
      "It's kinda funny," he said, then sat on the end of my bed. He smiled. "You've got a mess all around the room, yet the bed is made." His smile nearly turned into an evil grin.
      I raised an eyebrow. "It's an organized mess."
      "Oh-kay, whatever you wanna call it," Lewis said.
      "All right, what would you call it?" I asked, then sat next to him on his left.
      He thought for a moment. "A chance to do this..." He leaned to his left and kissed me.
      I should've known something was up when he gave me that evil grin. Instead, I lost all sense of time and place.

      The next morning, I woke up at about 8:00am. I stretched, then sat up. I glanced over at the window. Still raining. I looked around the room, trying to decide if I wanted to stay up or go back to sleep. I looked over the side of the bed and stopped.
      Lewis was asleep on the floor, looking like he was tangled up in one of the blankets. I thought back to the night before, but wasn't really remembering much, except that I'd changed clothes.
      I concluded it was too early in the morning and decided to go back to sleep. I laid back down and faced the window. I was just about to fall asleep, when a thought entered my head. Why the hell is he still here, again?
      I sat up quickly, picked up my pillow, and smacked Lewis in the head with it.
      "I'm awake!" he said, sitting up quickly. He looked at me. "What'd you do that for?"
      "I don't know. Besides, why're you still here?" I said.
      "I wanted some company," Lewis said.
      I thought for a second. "So... that's why you've been in here every night," I said, matter-of-factly.
      "Just don't tell the others, okay? They've already got enough material for jabbing at me, I don't think they need this, too," he said.
      "No problem," I said, then paused. "Moving on to another subject: I wish it'd stop raining already."
      "Yeah, but even when it does finally stop, who knows how long it'll be before someone fixes the bridge," Lewis said.
      "True," I said, sighed, and looked back towards the window.
      A few moments passed.
      "Man, this floor is hard," Lewis commented.
      I turned to him. "Yeah, so?"
      "Please?" he said, almost pleading.
      "No," I said.
      "Come on, it's a queen size bed!" Lewis argued.
      "No!" I argued back.
      "Please!?" he pleaded.
      "You're like a big kid, you know that," I said.
      "Is that a yes or a no?" Lewis asked, looking hopeful.
      "It's an 'I can't believe I'm gonna say this, but, yeah, okay' on one condition," I said.
      "What?" he asked.
      "You use that blanket and lay on top of the rest," I said.
      "Oh, alright," Lewis said, then stood.
      "And no jumping on the bed!" I added, then smiled.
      "Man..." he said.

      About noon. Kate entered the living room to find Drew staring out the window.
      "Staring at it won't make it go away," Kate said.
      "So that's why you're still here," Drew teased, without turning away from the window.
      "Oh, ha ha, very funny, Drew! My sides are splitting!" Kate said, sarcastically.
      "Anyway," Drew said, changing the subject, "anyone else awake yet?"
      "I don't think so. It was very quiet up there," Kate replied.
      "Figures," Drew said. "And, to think, this was supposed to be my vacation. Feels more like jail than my cubicle does."
      "It's the thought that counts, Drew. You found a wonderful cabin and you were willing to share it with us," Kate said.
      "Thanks, Kate," Drew said, turning towards her. "I guess we should just enjoy ourselves and worry near the end of the two weeks."
      'Exactly," Kate said. "I bet you feel better already."
      "I kinda do," Drew said.
      Oswald came into the kitchen. "I'm goin' stir crazy!"
      "Tell him what you just told me," Drew said to Kate.
      "I'd rather not," Kate replied.
      "You know what, I'm gonna call around and see if there's someone out there who isn't afraid of a little rain and will fix that damn bridge," Drew said and got up.
      "Drew..." Kate said, following him into the living room.

      A few hours later...
      "Thank you!" Drew said, then hung up the phone. "Finally, I found someone."
      "Good, we'll be home soon," Kate said.
      Drew gave her a look. "I thought you liked it here."
      "Oh, please, I only said all that for moral support," Kate said.
      I entered the room. "I'm kinda gonna miss being here."
      "Yeah, sure. Awe, back to your lonely dorm room," Kate said. "Please, give me a break."
      "I'll give you a break..." I said, starting to go after Kate.
      Lewis got up from the couch and stopped me.
      "What're you holding me back for?" I asked.
      "We're all going crazy from being here," Lewis answered, then sat back down.
      "Fine," I said, then sat down next to Lewis.
      "I guess this wasn't a good idea after all," Drew said.
      "Drew, it wasn't a bad idea," Lewis said. "The problem is, we've all got cabin fever from being stuck inside the last couple days."
      "Yeah, well... everyone has bitched about this at one point," Drew said.

      A few days later, we made it home.
      I just finished putting all my stuff away at the dorm.
      There's a knock at the door.
      I opened the door. "I knew it was you."
      Lewis came in. "Why, how'd you know?" He smiled.
      "Lucky guess," I teased. "Did you want something?"
      "Well..." he started.
      I glared at him. "No."
      "Just trying to find that moment," Lewis said.
      "Yeah, well, I wouldn't hold my breath," I said, then grinned.

The End