Bored. So very bored.

it feels like a perfect night to dress up like hipsters
and make fun of our exes
it feels like a perfect night for breakfast at midnight
to fall in love with strangers

oh my gods, i was bored. there was absolutely nothing to do in my cabin. GAAAAAA! i was lying on my bunk, looking at the ceiling. since when had the ceiling been so BORING? my foot was drumming on my mattress, one hand was dangling over the side of my bed, swinging wildly, and my other hand was twirling a strand of hair around and around. why wasn't anyone ever in the cabin when i wanted them to be? i decided i should walk around and look for someone. i jumped down from my bed, still in my pajamas. i wasn't wearing a shirt, as i'd gotten hot during the night, and my hair was ruffled. i probably looked like i'd just woke up, though it was rather late in the day. i walked through the cabin, trying to find someone. anyone. why was our cabin so barren? was there some sort of awesomeness going on that i had missed? oh my gods, i was bored. someone had to be in this cabin, somewhere.

we're happy free confused and lonely at the same time
it's miserable and magical
tonight's the night when we forget about the deadlines, it's time

I nodded as he spoke, my mind trailing away to the cats that were currently occupying Dylan's bed. I smiled as a way of saying 'thank you' since that really wasn't my thing. He mentioned two girls named Grace and Zoella, probably friends from other cabins. I was pretty sure I'd heard the name Zoella before but I couldn't place a face to the name. It was probably just because she had such an unusual name. Grace was too common for me to remember, though. When he mentioned something about being the 'crazy cat boy', a vague memory of one of my sisters talking to me about him. I hadn't really been listening (we were right beside a window and that was far more interesting than listening to someone gossip about one of their siblings (talk about being rude). But I wasn't going to tell him that someone had said that to me about him, that would be almost as rude. So I shook my head, telling him, "Nope, doesn't ring a bell. I don't spend that much time in here, though. Too boring. Outside is much more interesting,". When he mentioned Zayn and Niall, my two favourite members of the band One Direction, my eyes immediately went to where he was motioning. His cats. He'd named his cats after One Direction. In my opinion that was awesome.
"So, where'd you go on your vacation?" I asked him, trying to move the conversation forward.