Shawn and Devin will share a tent?

Now that's definitely a cliffhanger ending!
Again, beautifully written, FishWings. A few favourites...
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I smile when I think about it, the way he zooms from aisle to aisle like a puppy, making a few friends here, exchanging words there, stealing hearts everywhere. He kept looking back at me and grinning like I was his owner or something, which gave extra doses to those vicious butterflies in my stomach. Perhaps they weren’t butterflies, after all. Maybe they were bombs.
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I admit, although I’ve never actually been in a forest before, it was amazing how quiet it was -- at least through the first hour of our walk. It was as if the tall trees themselves held an invisible force, sealing lips and stitching cloth onto the bottoms of our feet. The scents of dirt, dust, rock and leaves whirled in a sharp but soothing cacophony through our noses, prickling our ears into full alert onto any sounds. It was eerie, but not uncomfortable.
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I looked over at Devin, as he pulled himself over rocks and fallen logs, cropped hair damp, lips folded in exertion, amber eyes narrowed to a feral snarl. He looked so powerful, as though he was one of wild; effortless and free, unshed feathers beneath the strong muscles of his shoulders.
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Sure enough, the faint churn of water reached my ears soon enough and I stopped to survey our surroundings. We had reached the rockier parts of the forest, and spires of stone rose around us, carpeted in moss and vines. The rasp of cicadas and birds seemed to erase the silence that had been deafening only moments ago. It was like standing in an ancient, weathered cathedral where the only source of light was from green stained glass.
Some great humour as well...
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“Old man needs to get some sex.” Devin yawned, stretching his arms high in the air and eyebrows rippling at Coach’s forced demeanor. “See how he’s so tensed up? It’s bad for your spirituality....”
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...and Ms. Bridge passed around our papers we had to fill out on our trip, and reminding us of the precautions we had to take, but in a very quiet voice. I was pretty sure she wouldn’t mind that much if one of us toppled over a cliff.
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We stood back and watched the rest of the class clamber laboriously across, stifling laughs when Ms. Bridge fell face-first into a bush.
Ok. I'd better stop here before I copy and paste the entire chapter into this post.
Conner