He heard the door slam one door over - well maybe it hadn't slammed but it had closed - and he momentarily wondered if that was her leaving. Could she have been right next door the entire time? That would be the biggest joke the planet had played yet if it were true. He shrugged and closed the laptop, tossing it lightly on one of the two beds before getting up. He'd promised her a head start so he pulled a fresh shirt from the drawer of his dresser, satisfied it was a simple black and nothing with a band logo. She was sure to dislike AC/DC and Iron Butterfly. He wasn't going to make that mistake right off the bat.
Not that he should be worrying what she thought about how he looked. They'd agreed... oh hell who was he kidding. There was a connection forming that he couldn't figure out completely and attraction was certainly part of it. Andy had called him whipped and he supposed he was because he made sure to give her a fair enough head start that she wouldn't possibly look over her shoulder and see him. He wanted that particular mystery to be solved when they had both arrived.
He left Lola in the closet. He didn't figure he'd need her so he didn't even bother opening the door to look at her. He set out then, approximately five minutes after she should have left. It was strangely quiet on the grounds. Everyone must be inside avoiding the lizards. Non-existent lizards. He saw nothing on his walk to the kitchen and he reached it in record time, having wandered there on more than one midnight snack run.
He was nearing the kitchen when he heard a distinctly female voice grumble, "Oh, my God, come on." He wasn't even late, in fact he was early. He raised his eyebrows and thought for a moment that he might just turn around and go back the way he'd come. He'd known a little bit of what he was getting into beforehand. And maybe it wasn't even Shannon.
So here it went. He turned the last corner and began down the hall. Which is when he both heard the racket coming from the kitchen and saw the blonde girl standing just outside. "What's going on in there?" he asked, still halfway down the hall from her. "The cook PMSing?"