Chapter 1
Moze and Ned were sitting out in the Bigby's backyard. They were both lying in the hammock. It was then that Ned thought of a great idea.
"Moze?" Ned said breaking the comfortable silence.
"Yea Ned." She responded.
"I think we should have a campout tonight. Wouldn't that be fun?"
"Definitely. Where do your parents keep the camping stuff?"
"In the shed."
Ned began walking towards the shed in his backyard. Moze followed. He opened the door and pulled out a tent that they were going to use to sleep in. Unfortunately it had to be assembled, but they both didn't mind.
"I'll get the sleeping bags." Moze explained.
"Okay they're in the back corner, over there." Ned said pointing in the direction where the sleeping bags were bunched up.
"Gotcha." Moze pulled them out of the heap and followed Ned back to the area they were going to set up the tent.
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After about an hour of confusion and failed attempts the two of them finally got the tent up. They climbed in and dragged the sleeping bags with them. Moze set hers up next to Ned and they laid down together, proud of their accomplishment.
"So, Ned what's up with the huge sleeping bag? It looks like it could fit two of you." Moze asked curiously. She began to laugh.
"Why do you want to come in with me?" He asked, laughing and raising his eyebrows seductively.
"Only in your dreams." Moze said sarcastically.
"Come on it wouldn't be a bad idea, and you know it." Ned reasoned.
"Is that a dare?" Moze asked blushing violently.
"What if it is?" Ned responded.
"Then I might just have to come in there with you."
"Okay then it's definitely a dare." Ned said very matter of fact.
Moze crawled out of her sleeping bag and got in Ned's. He invited her with a big seductive hug. She yawned. Truth was she was glad he had invited her in. Moze really liked Ned but she would never ever admit it to anyone, especially not to Ned himself. She let him hug her tightly for most of the night until she finally fell asleep in his arms.
A few minutes after they were both asleep Ned heard a voice that sounded familiar, but he was too tired and ignored it.
"Ned? Moze?" Questioned a very familiar voice.
