Sooooo! This is my brand new story! I think it's(hopefully) better than The Wedding, which to me was a complete failure after reading it over and over again. So yeah! Enjoy or not!

My hand skimmed over the pile of neatly folded clothes in my suitcase. I searched my room in case of something forgotten. My closet was slightly open but I could see all of my clothes were hung up inside of it without a strap off the hanger. The digital clock on my dresser told me it was 1:00a.m.-I was supposed to be asleep by 11-while everything placed on my dressed was perfectly settled. Nope. Everything that I needed was safe and sound hidden away. Hah, and my family thought I was ruthlessly messy. Just because I didn't want to do the things they asked me to do didn't mean I was horrible at it.

I closed the lid over my suitcase and zipped it up. I breathlessly dragged the heavy luggage across my room towards the door. The rest of my set-up(sleeping bag, pillow...) I was taking care of in the morning.

I turned off my lights, grabbed my iPod off of my dresser, and started to play Why by Secondhand Serenade.

I slumped onto my bed and spread my arms over my comforter. I closed my eyes and dreaded tomorrow. I shouldn't of gotten this kind of cruel and unusual punishment. So, yeah, sure I didn't get the best grades I could've. Wizard or school. But hey, it's passing! They didn't see it that way. So they have decided to send me to a camp. A friggin' camp! "Justin'll be there!" they say. Well doesn't that just make it so much better! They also said I wouldn't be able to change their minds because they'd paid over 600 dollars for both of us. No refund. My mom had spoken to me saying how much fun I'd have. How do my parents seriously not know me?

To release my frustration, I grabbed my pillow and screamed as loud as I could.

In reply, I got a bang on the wall from Justin's room.

I banged back louder.

I started to pound my pillow as hard as I could. Ugh, doing that was tiring. So I decided to just sit there and glare into my pillow.

Suddenly I heard a door close shut down the hall. I quickly held down the bottom of my iPod to turn it off and shoved myself under my heap of blankets and pretended to be asleep. I heard my door open then close.

"Alex, I know you're awake," a familiar voice stated.

I felt a slump on the right side of the bed as my brother sat down.

"What are you even doing up this late?" he asked.

I still ignored him and moved a tiny little bit.

Why do you do this to me?

Crap.

Why do you do this so easily?

I quickly paused it and pushed the hold button to the right. I sighed and sat up. "Do you ever knock?"

I saw him look down and chuckle. "But you were sleeping. I wouldn't want to wake up my little sister, would I?"

I glare at him and roll my eyes. "What do you want, Justin?"

"For you to go to sleep. Unlike you, some people actually like to get some rest," he said.

I glare at him again. "For your information," I start. "I was packing."

He opens his mouth for a reply. But instead, we hear footsteps closing in towards my room.

"Hide!" I whisper. He just stares at me with wide eyes. "Oh, Justin, just move!" I push him down and throw the blankets over us. He tries to get up when I push myself over him. We both hear my door creaking open. Doesn't anybody knock when I'm asleep?

"Alex?" I hear my mother ask. I breathe in hard and fast.

"Sweetie?" she asks again.

I start to move up a bit when Justin's hands hold my waist down. I don't know whether being under all of the covers is making me hot or being under all of the covers ontop of Justin is.

She starts to walk over to my bed. I breathe faster.

"Mom?"

She stops suddenly and turns around. "What is it, Max?"

"I'm having the weirdest dream," I hear him say groggily.

That part makes me smile. I press my mouth to Justin's chest to restrain a giggle. His grip tightens.

I hear the door close. I wait a minute until I know she's out of hearing range. I start to move again but Justin still keeps his grip. "Uhh, Justin? You can let go now," I say.

I start to move up again, regardless of where his hands are. "You know this wouldn't have happened if you would've just minded your own business and gone back to sleep," I state. My legs are wrapped by his sides and my hands are on his chest as I say this. We stare at each other for a few seconds until sudden realization washes over both of our faces. "Oh my god," I say. I stumble off my bed to the hard, wooden floor. I hiss in pain. That's totally gonna leave a mark.

"Honey?" I hear my mom ask outside of my door. Here we go again.

I push Justin over(again) and slide my body in. He wraps his arms around my body and holds still. He was quite comfortable. This should seriously feel wrong. It doesn't.

"Theresa?" Does everybody come into my room when I'm sleeping?

"Jer-"

"Come back to bed," my dad persists.

"But..." she trails off. I hear them converse a bit more when I hear my door close.

We stay there again for a moment.

I snuggle up to him. "Mmmm, you're comfy," I state hesitantly. Again, I realize my mistake. I push myself off of him. His face is gleaming with surprise. "I shouldn't of said that," I say.

He gets out of my bed quickly and heads to the door and says "I'm sorry, Alex. I really shouldn't of come in here. Get some sleep. See you... tomorrow. Goodnight."

"Justin." I look up at him pleadingly. I hesitate. "Goodnight."

He stares at me for a moment longer before heading back to his room.

And I did not sleep a wink that night.

Yes, I think I used "ruthlessly" wrong :P Haha, oh well. So! This story basically explains itself more in further chapters but it's basically about Alex and Justin going to camp and stuff and then other stuff. I think that explains it all, right? Haha, it is SO much more than that so please don't really think that's what it's about, alright? PLEASE! I'm serious.

I just got back from a freaking torturous girl scout camp and had the WORST time. Yes, my mom made me. I was going to say that Theresa had gone when she was a little kid and had a cool bean time but I remembered in Quincenera(add little squiggly thing that Senora Venzora told me about which I will remember right after this, please) when she didn't have a lot of money so I couldn't because it seriously costs like 300 smackaroonies.

Sorry for long Author's Note! Bye! Peace!