69: Dreamy Cabin Life

69: Dreamy Cabin Life



The cabin’s interior felt larger than its already quite expansive exterior. A common area decorated with couches, spread across the center of the first floor’s interior. Attached to it, a kitchenette equipped with a fridge, stovetop, sink, and microwave. The rest of the first floor had doors leading to various dorm rooms, doubles, triples, singles, the whole swath sat available to the students.

Warm lights hung from the ceiling, casting a gentle glow across both the first and second floor as, instead of a solid divider between the floors, the second floor consisted of gallery walkways dotted only with the doors into bathrooms and dorm rooms.

“Second floor?” Nyssa nudged Celeste on the shoulder after walking a lap around the common area. “I’m fine with anything though.”

“Me too,” Celeste tapped her chin. “Want to get adjacent rooms? Or do you want to share a double or triple?”

“... I don’t really mind either way,” Nyssa paused for a second as they began hauling their luggage up the stairs. “It would be... well, yeah.”

Celeste set her luggage down as they arrived at the top of the stairs. Raising her eyebrows, she turned to Nyssa and reached out. After cupping Nyssa’s face with her hands, she began massaging her cheeks. “You should just say it. If we’re in a relationship, I want you to be open about your wants, okay?”

Unable to speak with Celeste messing with her cheeks, Nyssa gave her a helpless glare until her cheeks regained freedom. Once free, she patted her cheeks and leaned in a little closer. “Well, I would like to live in the same room if you’re okay with it...”

“Of course I am,” Celeste smiled, covering her mouth with a sleeve before dragging Nyssa forward. “Come on, let’s choose the corner room with windows on two sides before the others take it.”

“Okay!” Nyssa broke into a smile of her own as she dragged along her suitcase while following along behind Celeste. “What about your stuff though...”

“I’ll just leave it there for now, it’s not like anyone’s going to steal it. I’ll go back for it once we choose a room,” Celeste shrugged before turning back to look at Nyssa with a wink. “And I’d rather hold your hand in the meantime.”

“I’m fine with anything!” Nyssa bobbed her head. Her hand wandered to the bag, adjusting its strap. “We can wander, I’d like to get my feet wet in the ocean at some point though.”

Celeste nodded, reaching out and grasping Nyssa’s hand. As the hustling sounds of Albion, Titus, and Conrad began leaking out through the windows, she tugged on Nyssa’s hand. “Let’s get going before those three decide that their plans for the day are to join us.”

“I agree...” Nyssa half-jogged along behind Celeste. She ran her other hand along the railing as they descended the stairs running along the cliff to stabilize herself as they disappeared into the town situated around Cerbos Lake. “It’ll be nice to have some alone time.”

“But no more nap time today, okay?” Celeste countered with a laugh. “You’ve slept enough today.”

“I’ve definitely not slept enough today,” Nyssa shook her head before squeezing Celeste’s hand. “It’s okay, I won’t sleep, I want to spend my time with you awake.”

“Thank you, thank you,” Celeste smiled, returning the hand squeeze while covering her mouth with her free hand. A half-second later, she turned back forward. “There’s a convenience store up ahead, do you want to stop by there before wandering along the beach? We can get some snacks to walk along the beach with.”

Feeling her stomach quiver and mouth begin to water, Nyssa replied with a smile and “Sure!” The moment she and Celeste set their course though, they heard the shouting of Titus, Conrad, and Albion play fighting once more—along with the appearance of flames jetting into the sky.

Unwilling to have their alone time ended before it even starts, Nyssa and Celeste looked at each other, nodded, and began running forward. Their hair flowed in the wind and their bags swang in the air as they took the paved path around the beach’s sandy edge.

Not long after, they neared the doors and bolted in before they could slide closed. A blast of cold air shook both of them out of their sprint and the doors slid shut behind them with a quiet whoosh.

“Snack aisle first? Or drink aisle?”

“... Drinks.”