Bridget / Michael
They had met under the giant tree between the dorm buildings, her heart still pounding rapidly from the brief but intense conversation they had in their journals before she threw it down and started to get dressed, throwing her clothes across her bed and digging around in the closet for her skate shoes. If he liked her hair, or even her, he probably wouldn't care if she showed up in tennis shoes and that was her plan, besides, it was cold outside and there was no way that she was going to be waltzing around outside in a pair of heels.
When she saw Michael, she quickened her pace and raised her hand at him, granting the most awkward hello that she probably ever had in her life. Her hair was sticking out from underneath her hoodie and she had no makeup on - what time was there? Absolutely none. They walked together through the woods making small talk, Bridget trying her best to not say anything stupid as they went. She tried her best not to look at him out of fear that she would make a stupid face but when they got nearer to the cabin, she paused in the middle of something silly that she was saying and turned to him, crossing her hands across her chest.
"I've never been to a party before," she confessed, shivering a little in the cold air. Her nose was bright pink and her cheeks weren't too far behind, though she couldn't tell if it was from the cold or because she was blushing. "So, you know, don't laugh too hard if I do something stupid."