Due to the large response I got in such a short time, I decided to put up each chapter I've written so far. More will come later. Thanks for your input! I look forward to more and I hope you all enjoy the rest.


"Yeah... count me in, man. Should be interesting to see what all the kids are up to... Yeah, Im sure it'll be a blast, Chris. Thanks for the call... Uh-huh... see you in a couple weeks."A black haired young man set down his cell phone. He smirked, turning back to another dark haired man sitting across a table from him.

"You called it, dude." He chuckled, tossing a twenty dollar bill across the table. They had bet that something involving Chris Maclean would be happening very soon. It was ten year after the fact...

"Seriously, Duncan... you want to do this? Won't it be kinda rough if eh... 'Princess' shows up?"

"Trent, my man! I can handle this." Duncan sat across the table from Trent and began shuffling through some papers. Each had a few sketches on them. Once Duncan had been voted off camp, he'd gone back home and behaved himself during the time he was trying to work things out with Courtney. He'd spent much of his free time in art classes, perfecting his craft, then he'd opened up his own tattoo parlor.

Trent studied Duncan's face for a moment, trying to decipher his mood. They'd been spending a lot of time together lately, since Duncan was now divorced. He needed someone around to keep his mind off his problems. Trent had picked up a new guitar and gave his old one to Duncan, spending a few days out of the week teaching the former juvey how to play. He wasn't bad either. Art, whether drawing or music, was definitely Duncan's niche.

Duncan chuckled a bit, picking up a sketch he was working on and showing it to Trent. "This chick wanted me to 'use my imagination'... 'I like bunnies', she says... reminds me of DJ." Trent laughed at the picture Duncan held. A small creature looked like a rabbit, all except for the fact that its face was a skull. Much like the skull he'd crafted for Courtney... he wondered if she still had it...

"Dude, that's your 'imagination'? I think you should dig a bit deeper, my friend." They both laughed.

"I figured I'd give her this to chew on for a while when we're all back at camp. Not so sure that chick really wanted a tat anyway. We'll see." Duncan placed the sketch on the top of the pile and set them aside. Trent caught a glimpse of the first tattoo Duncan had done on himself. A small scroll with the letters D.N.C. across it. Duncan rolled his eyes as he noticed the gears working in Trent's head.

"I've had this thing for a year now... and you still can't figure it out?" He pulled back the left sleeve of his t-shirt, showing the tattoo.

A female voice rang in from a side room, "The D stands for Duncan!"

"Wrong you are Gwen!" Duncan grinned at her as she came into the room, rolling her eyes. She made her way to the table, seating herself next to Trent. They'd been a couple ever since camp, but no engagement, no wedding plans... whatever... they were two of his best friends nonetheless. Gwen was great at helping Duncan out when he needed a new idea for a tattoo. Especially for a female client. She was also great at singing praises to the boys when they got into a guitar session. Some of their best stuff was just after Duncan split up with his wife. Duncan would belt out some of the loudest, most hardcore solos that Trent and Gwen have ever heard, like he was possessed. They'd recorded some of their sessions and hoped that maybe someday they'd get a drummer... maybe start a band? Who knew. They'd have a chance to jam for the world back at Camp Wawanakwa.

"So did I hear you right Dunc, you're going back to camp for the big ten year reunion?" Gwen smirked. "Just don't beat up Harold too badly. Wouldn't want you to go to prison. You're not a teenager anymore, remember."

Duncan's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Harold? He's coming back?" He instinctively pounded his right fist into his left palm. "Ohhh he's going to get it..." It was all because of Harold that Duncan's relationship with Courtney had been so short. He hadn't found out until well after the geeky redhead was safe out of his reach, or Duncan would have had his head on a platter for sure. He'd never been so angry. He'd fought so hard to get Courtney to admit her feelings for him, and to get that taken away so quickly... he clenched his fists and slammed them down on the table in front of him.

"He better stay out of my way. He thought the wedgies and underwear s'mores were bad... he took something from me that I can never get back. If I get my hands on him, he'll be in a coma until the twenty year reunion..." With the threats out of the way, Duncan sighed and sat back down. He ran his hands through his black hair. He'd let his green mohawk grow out and now he kept it back in a short ponytail. It still hung in his piercing blue eyes in the front, which made girls go crazy whenever they saw him. Unfortunately, it wasn't the one girl he wanted more than anything. Maybe he'd be able to find out what went wrong once he got back to camp. Sure, he wanted to see what had happened to all of his old campmates, and be able to show the world that he might be a bad boy, but he was a talented one... but more than that, just to see Courtney again, would make the last few years of pain worth it.