*Seriously, this is a problem. There are NO Lump fanfics! It's about time that one is made. All the chapter names (if I remember) are going to be song names/book names/movie names but changed to fit the chapter R&R

A Little Less Eighteen Candles A Little More Touch Me

The smooth sound of southern music filled the air of the air conditioned cabin as I watched my mom rummage through a few papers at her desk. Gretchen Wilson's voice was ringing through my ears, the scratchy orange knit couch was under my body and I stared up at the ceiling, wondering about how my hair wasn't frizzing out in the hundred and three degree heat.

My mom, the Warden of Camp Green Lake, insisted…or forced me to give up my summer vacation so I could help around the camp. It wasn't so much 'giving up' my summer vacation because every summer since I was thirteen, I would spend with my mom. And since they were filled to the max with 'campers', they needed all the help they could get. I had been here before though, away from the apartment with my dad to come visit my mom a few times a month and all two months off summer vacation. I had moved out of this little cabin when I was thirteen years old, sick of being homeschooled and wanting to get the real teenage experience.

My moms fiery red hair was flailing around her pale face as the fan brushed air against it. Her deep brown eyes were set on a document which she had on her desk as she chewed on the side of a pair of glasses held in her long boney fingers.

To be honest, I looked nothing at all like my mom. I had my fathers dirty blonde hair, which I dyed black underneath and reached just below my chest, and icy blue eyes. I was tall though like my mom, about five foot nine, and had an athletic build from many years of middle school and high school cross country and soccer. My skin wasn't as pale as my moms, but I did have a few freckles like her. Sometimes our style seemed to be the same, being that we were both full fledged country girls, accent and horseback riding, whiskey loving rednecks. I pretty much always wore a pair of skinny jeans which were most of the time torn up, a spaghetti strap tank top, and occasionally a flannel shirt on top.

"Em?" my mom called over, not glancing up from her papers.

I turned down the radio, "Yeah ma?"

"Can you go mosey on over to the storage room and drop this off there?"

I sighed, standing up and pulling down my white camisole, "Yup."

"Don't sound too thrilled to be doing actual work baby girl," she glanced over, shooting me her infamous 'do it or else' look. I grabbed the pair of boots from her hand and gave her an obnoxious fake smile.

Instead of giving her further complaints, I walked out into the blistering heat dragging my boots in the dust.

"Hey it's the little Warden!" X-Ray called. He and the rest of D-Tent ran over.

"She's probably spyin' for the Warden," Zig-zag said, his eyes widening.

I laughed a little, "Nah, I just gotta drop off something."

"Isn't her accent just the cutest thing ever?" X-Ray asked, smiling at me slyly.

I raised my eyebrows and rolled my eyes, "X-Ray…"

"Yes doll?"

"Shuddup boy."

Everyone laughed before dispersing when I reached the storage room where as usual, someone was shining shoes in. A tall guy with slicked back brown hair turned around, his strong features showed no sign of emotion on them. His hazel eyes studied me for a moment. There was a crash in the next room over, and I noticed that Dr. Pendanski was rustling around.

"What do you want?" his voice seemed a little harsh.

"You would think that with a name like Lump you would want to lay low," I snapped back, placing the shoes on the desk before snatching his clipboard from his hands.

He leaned back on the table with a smug expression, "You know what they call you around here?"

I glanced up from the paper which I had scribbled some words on, "Warden's daughter?"

"The one with the nice ass," his eyes showed amusement as I stared back into them, glaring slightly.

"I think you're the only one who calls me that Lumpy," I sat down on the wooden table in the center, going back to my work. I felt a hand wrap around my waist and pull me back onto the table a little more, I smirked down into the clipboard as his tongue flickered across the back of my ear quickly as his arms wrapped tighter around my waist.

"Watch your mouth with me girlie," he bit down a little. There was more rustling in the next room and I leapt off the table, pushing Lump away in one movement.

Dr. Pendanski appeared in the doorway a second later, "Oh hello Emily!"

"Hi," I cleared my throat, sitting back onto the table and saw Lump shining old dirty boots in the corner of my eye, not looking up from his work.

"You and Lump are arguing again?" Doctor asked, wiping his nose.

"He is just a complete moron, that's all," I shrugged, noticing I was scribbling little stars and circles onto the paper.

"You know better than to sass the Warden's daughter," Doctor said. "Lump, leave her alone or she may report you to her mother."

"Yessir," Lump said, a tinge of sarcasm hidden in his voice.

Dr. Pendanski left the room and I scribbled for a few more moments, watching him out the door, before entering his own tent across from the storage cabin. I dropped the clip board onto the ground and jumped onto my knees while still on the table. Lump's strong arm's were immediately around my waist, embracing me into a deep kiss.

Yeah, I think I should explain something. Lump has a sentence for Camp Green Lake from the age he was at when he was convicted which was ten, until adult hood. The camp had always been filled with older teenage guys, so when I was younger, I never had anyone my own age around to talk to before I moved away to live with my dad. But then when I turned ten, a camper with long brown hair and an awkward build came to camp. He and I immediately bonded, hiding every moment of our time from my mom. We were always best friends, for almost eight years now. Lump and I had plans to leave this place in a month when he turned eighteen. I knew that I was going to college already, I had gotten accepted to a few places. Lump had a painfully rich family back at home which he knew he got a ton of money from, being that his parents both had recently passed away. We could finally not have to hide everything from anybody. I could kiss the man I loved in public and not have to check behind me before I did it. But…it hadn't gotten like this until last summer.

That was the summer that changed my life.

TITLE: A little less sixteen candles, a little more touch me BY: Fall out boy