"I think I saw Ryan over by the stormshelter being all mysterious, so we know where he is." Kaitlyn mentioned.
"All right. I think Abi is still by the cabins. Emma's probably with her." Lydia assumed.
"So what now?" Dylan asked.
"Uh, we wait?" Lydia told him.
"Booooring." Jacob complained.
"How about we, uh... get each other's phone numbers and stuff like that?" Lydia suggested.
"Good idea." Kaitlyn agreed.
"Let me just..." Lydia then grabbed the strap of her guitar, pulling it over her head.
Dylan looked over at Nick, then he nudged him lightly.
Nick quietly exclaimed and looked over at Lydia. "Lydia, do you need help with--" He began to ask.
"That would be much appreciated." Lydia said.
Nick held his hand out, Lydia giving him her guitar.
"What a gentleman." She commented as Nick took her instrument to the van and loaded it into the trunk with the bags.
"Okay, let's-- oh, fuck me." Dylan cursed as her turned on his phone, noticing his percentage.
"What?" Lydia asked.
"I'm on like, five percent." Dylan said.
"Ahaha! Oh, idiot. Hahaha." Jacob laughed at him loudly.
"Does nobody own phone chargers anymore?" Kaitlyn asked.
"I didn't know Mr. H was gonna take the phones!" Dylan defended himself.
"You didn't?" Lydia asked him, Jacob letting out another laugh as he threw a hand onto Lydia's shoulder.
"Well, you're a dumbass then." Kaitlyn said.
"Aw, that hurts, Kaitlyn." Dylan mocked an offended look as he spoke with sarcasm. "It's okay. I'll just go get some juice from Mr H before we go." He said.
