**Okay, I know it's been a LONG time since I posted any updated chapters, or new stories, or anything at all really! I usually have a billion reasons, but not this time. I'm just distracted, that's my excuse. Sorry!

Anyways, here's a new one I've been working on...It's nothing fancy, but the idea came to me and I decided to run with it. Hope it's not TOO bad! Lots of dorkyness, but still no porn. Suckers!**

"It's all written right here," said Jill, looking down into an instructions manual.

Chris ignored her, keeping his attention on the task at hand; assembling a tent. It was a really elaborate process, but he was convinced that once he figured out how each part worked, he could do it.

"They even have pictures showing each step," Jill added.

"I don't need pictures."
"Clearly."
Chris looked up. "Jill, seriously, I got this."

Jill kept her eyes on the manual. "I never thought I'd see the day when a stick-man managed to do something you can't do," she said.

The tent-pole spiked into the ground at her feet, causing her to look up. Chris' face was slightly red. "I can do this, but you sitting there criticizing doesn't help. Now, either you help me, or leave me alone," he said.

"Gees, calm down will you? I could swear you're being jealous or something," said Jill.

"Jealous of what?" asked Chris.

"Of the stick-man."
"Why would I be jealous of a stick-man?" he asked. The red in his face was now replaced by a very confused expression.

"Because he can do things better than you," replied Jill.

"That's stupid," said Chris.

She looked back down at the manual. "I mean, he's not very attractive, definitely lacking muscles and all...but he does have this slight manliness about him, the way he's pitching that tent so well-" before she could finish mocking him, Chris took the manual out from her grip and tossed it aside.

"I'm way more manly than a stick-man in some stupid instructions manual," he said.

"Sure, dear," said Jill, holding back a grin. She got up and walked off in the woods to where the other tent was being pitched. I wonder if I can bug Leon just as much with his tent, she thought, laughing to herself.

Chris watched her go and sighed. He waited until she was completely out of sight before picking up the discarded manual and finding the step he was out. "Alright, stick-dude, it's just you and me now," he said.

"Dude, that's sick."

Chris dropped the manual and looked up to see his sister walking into the clearing. "Don't do that!" he said.

"Do what, sneak up on you when you're talking to your...stick-dude...?" she asked.

"I was talking to the stick-man in the manual," he said defensively.

Claire shook her head, turning to walk off where Jill had gone. "Sure, Chris, whatever floats your boat," she said.

"Instructions manual! For the tent!" he yelled after her.

Claire waved her hand as she walked as though shooing something away. "Whatever!" she yelled as she disappeared into the trees. Chris sighed, glaring at the manual. "This is why guys hate your kind...you always get us in trouble or make us look like idiots," he said.