My life as a poopy pants pea brain

In your lifespan you encounter acquaintances, friends, best friends and SUPER FRIENDS! (note that SUPER FRIEND cannot be said in a monotone manner, you must beam SUPER FRIEND as though announcing a hero!) My story has two heroes!
The setting is a lovely camp in northern Arizona. Every year, East Valley Bible Church (the best church in the west) takes their high school kids up north for a getaway week end. Although it was my senior year of high school, this was my first time. Ashley (SUPER FRIEND numero uno) and I were gallivanting about past curfew causing a ruckus. We were hopping from room to room listening to stories and what not. We came to a room where scary stories were told, turned gray with fear, and decided it would be best to sleep in Ashley's single bunk together. Nothing less than usual for us two, I woke up in the morning and started getting ready for the day. I grabbed my tooth brush and paste and headed for the community bathroom. As I walked out of the room, one young lady said "nice pajama pants Jodi". They were new Roxy pj's that I got for Christmas. I thought to myself, "why yes, yes they are nice" and continued down the hall towards the restroom. I was stopped yet again by another young lady who smiled and said "niiiicccee pants!!". I mean, the pants were pink, I guess they deserved the praise, so I kept on trucking. I reached the bathroom, many ladies staring at my pants. Feeling particularly fashionable, I took a look at the side of my pants and saw a brown streak, just as I noticed our second protagonist enters, Kristy (SUPER FRIEND numero dos). "What happened to your but?" cried Kristy with a hint of disdain. I take a quick peek in the mirror and to my horror, find a giant brown stain splattered across my bum. Baffled by this mysterious substance I take a recap of the events leading to that moment. Had I brushed against something dirty? or spilled something? the stories from the previous night weren't THAT scary, I doubted that I'd excreted any waste in my sleep. I rushed back to the bedroom only to find a giant brown stain, identical in color, embedded into Ashley's sleeping bag. The only thing left to do was to smell the brown goo. Praying it wasn't an excrement, I knelt toward the icky blob. Sure enough there was a Hershey wrapper hidden under the blankets. My warm scared body had melted two Hershey bars in the duration of my sleep, causing a beautiful leakage on both my pants and Ashley's sleeping bag. To this day, the sleeping bag will forever be stained.
Special thanks to Kristy for staying true to her form, always telling me when I've left a mess and to Ashley who continues to reap havoc with me!