A new face

Eleanor laid back in her newly made bed. She was startled by a face peering down at her from the top bunk. "Hi" a muffled voice came from above. The face disappeared briefly and her bunkmate jumped down. Turing around, Eleanor was met with a tall boy, about her age. He had wavy straw coloured hair and a slightly impish face that looked like he was up to no good. He wasn't wearing a shirt either. He looked like a stereotypical surfer guy, a walking cliché as Claire would put it. "Hey, I'm Ethan" he said, holding out a hand. "I'm Nell," she replied. "And I'm dying from this heat" muttered Claire behind him. "That's Claire" Nell said. "Don't mind her, she's just tired" she added. "I don't blame you," Ethan said. "Takes a while to get up to speed, but you'll get there," he said with a grin. "Catch you later" he said. Turning to leave, he stopped in the doorway. "Oh, by the way, a few of us are going to grab a few beers and sit by the fire later tonight if you wanna join." "Cool, maybe see you there" Nell said with a smile that quickly faded once she met Claire's gaze and subsequent eye roll.