Hey, this is my first Pyschonauts fic so please be kind. I asked Vykerlady, creator of DJ and Trista if we could collaborate. This is what came out of it, so I hope you like it. I don't think Fred gets enough love. Read and Review please, it is much appreciated!!

Disclaimer: Fred and Crispin aren't mine, there Double Fines. I already gave the DJ and Trista shpiel…

Fred pushed his hair off his forehead and slouched further down into the hot fake leather seat of the bus. Camp bus, hell, the seventh level of Dante's Inferno, it was all the same damn thing. The yellow shirt of the camp uniform stuck to him and he was happy he packed his old ratty converse in his backpack. Crispin, his best friend and co-councilor at the camp, sat in the seat adjacent to him staring pensively out the window and listening to music. The old school bus chugged down the old road. No one inside talked to each other at all there were only seven boys on the bus, including Fred and Crispin. They were the other councilors of the sleep-away camp that volunteered for the community service project. Fred was becoming impatient, how far could this place be?

"How much longer?" moaned Fred, now pushing his way further up the seat and getting on his knees to put his head next to the open gap in to window.

"I don't bloody know," he blew a strand of dyed blue hair out of his face. "I have a better question though. Who else is gonna be there? Me, you, Trista…Trista's friend from your chem class…anyone else we might know?"

"You mean DJ?" he replied quickly "She's gonna be there?"

"Yes Romeo, your lab partner is going to be basking in the sunlight with annoying children with us"

"I do not like her like her like that, we're only friends. I would just be comforting to know that someone will be there to keep me company while you and Trista are off…doing…whatever it is that you do whilst your alone" snapped Fred

"Whatever, just shut up and listen to music or something." Said Crispin

"Drina-Jye, 16 years old, tall for a girl, an absolutely brilliant. Well, in my head at least…" he thought.

He did like her, he had for about a year and a half. He had the weird feeling that she knew about his feelings toward her. She had caught him staring at her from across the lab table, not thinking or doing anything just staring. It really wasn't his fault, or that's what he was trying to convince himself, it was the teachers. He wanted to work alone but she wanted her "star pupils" to work together. Through bumps in the old road he concentrated on the next month, with her. He was gonna either get over her and accept the fact that she had no interest in him or grow up and ask her out. It wasn't healthy, though, thinking about her all the time. He had no idea how mush time had passed with his head leaned against the window. The constant vibration had lulled him to sleep, that and the heat and the thoughts of DJ.

"Fred, you awake mate?" whispered Crispin, nudging his shoulder.

"Mmmph, waaah?" replied Fred

"Mate, we're here. Get your arse up."

Fred got his ass up, hitting his head on the low ceiling of the bus. This is gonna be a greeeeaaat fricken month. At least I have my CD player and music. Thank God… He picked up his duffle bag filled with two weeks of clothes, favorite CD's, and various other personal items. In his other arm was his sleeping bag and pillow.

"Before I cross my heart and hope to die at all," he sang to himself as he stepped off the bus, the last inkling of civilization, and onto the gravel driveway in front of the camps main cabin. "Take off my mask and leave the lies to the liars. Before I cross my heart I hope to give it all, take off my mask and leave the lies to the liars…"

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It was the most painfully long camp registration he had ever had to go through. First he had to fill out pointless form, then the physical. Never before had he felt more violated. Lastly, the searched his bags for drugs and alcohol. He had none, unfortunately. They gave him his cabin assignment, with Crispin of course, and kicked him out back into the hot humid camp area.

There were other people there, councilors at least. The midgets didn't arrive for another four days. Most of the girls were on the beach, tanning or swimming with their friends. He looked for DJ or Trista but didn't see them and continued to shack where he and his friend would reside for the next thirty-one days. He pushed in on the screen door and ducked into the small, soon to be crowded room. Crispin had already dumped his stuff on the top bunk so Fred took the bottom. It was easier. It was ridiculously hot, beach hot, sun hot, DJ hot…What the hell am I thinking?!?! Stop that, be logical. It's the heat, I need to go cool off, swim or something.

He opened his bag and searched around for a pair of shorts and quickly changed. It was around two thirty in the afternoon and mostly everyone was here. The beach was even more crowded than when he had initially passed it. The male population of the camp had gone to fine their female counterparts, he knew that or at least assumed it because he found Crispin and Trista holding hands on a dock near the middle of the lake. Again, DJ couldn't be found. He walked around about half the lake before he gave up and sat down on a rock and dangled his feet in the cold water.

"Shit, she's not here." He mumbled, somewhat depressed.

"Who's not here?" asked a feminine voice sweetly