...hey got back to the cabin, Jack asked Mark, “So? What did she say?”
Mark proudly grinned and said, “It’s a go.”
The entire cabin erupted into cheers of “get it!” and “give it to her!”
Mark gave an embarrassed smile.
Beep beep beep. Mark’s watch alarm woke him up. He pulled it from under his pillow and checked the time. 1:45 AM. Perfect. He slipped out of bed, already dressed in a black sweatshirt and a pair of black sweats. He slipped past his still-sleeping counselors and out the door of his cabin. He made his way across the Upper Boys’ cabin path and out to the soccer fields. The Rock was a large, flat boulder near the fields, used by generations of Hawk Lakers for romantic moments. Shannon was already there lying on a blanket and staring up at the stars. Mark snuck up behind her and said in a dignified voice, “Excuse me, ma’am, but aren’t you supposed to be in your cabin.
Shannon swung around, wide-eyed and scared. Recognizing Mark, her expression immediately softened. “Shit, you scared the hell out of me, Mark. You bring the music.
Mark produced his Nano. “Yup.” They both sat down on the rock as Mark put on some Reel Big Fish. They listened for a half hour, softly singing along to the ska beats. Then, Mark selected one of the better romantic songs, “Drunk Again.&rdq...