Walking down the stairs I couldn't help but notice the loud crash noises coming from the kitchen. When I got to the kitchen door I opened it to find the boys scrambling to throw as much food into a duffel bag as possible

"What the hell do you think your doing?!" I yelled from the door way. "Were packing food for Phil and April!" Glomp said excitedly shoving a cake into the bag.

"What for?" I asked not sure if I really wanted to know the answer. "Because," Bam said turning to me, "we're going to leave them on and island next to 3-mile-island." He said with a big grin, "for 24 hours,"

"You're what?!?!?!" I yelled clasping both sides of his face and shaking his head until he pushed my hands off. "Bam you cant do that!!"

"Oh yeah, Why not?" he mused. As if knowing I had nothing good to say everyone stopped and waiting for my answer. "Well… cuz… it wrong?" all the guys booed and went back to food cramming. I had nothing to back up my theory. But I was still apposed to the idea.

The Boat…

Raab had lent me his sleeping-blindfold-thing so I couldn't see that we were on the water. Every one seemed to be enjoying them selves actually; even I was enjoying myself a little—as crazy as it may sound. But I was still getting a bit unnerved by the sounds of the boat so I plugged in my iPod snuggled up to Dico and silently rocked out to the Clutch.

I think I might of fallen asleep because next thing I know I'm being woken up to a big bucket of water pouring down on my head. "Really?" I wined sitting up and seeing that I was not in the boat anymore but on an island in the middle of the river.

"Where the hell are we?" I asked—the water long forgotten. It was clear we were not in West Chester anymore.

"Were stranded on an island," Bam told me dumping the rest of the bucket. "Stop that!" I yelled taking the bucket and throwing it into the woods. "I thought the point was to stranded Phil and Ape." thinking back to this morning I remember some of what Bam had said about that we where stranding don Vito, Phil and April. Not the other way around—because I didn't see them or the boat any where around the island, that I suddenly noticed was surrounded by water.

...water?

"They abandoned us—Cam are you okay?" Bam asked with a slight hint of actual worry in his voice, that might have been because I looked so pathetic standing there dripping wet…. Oh right—that would be pity he's feeling. I smiled and nodded my head reassuring him I was fine; however, by slumping to the floor and my increasingly raged breath proved to him that I wasn't. "Is it the water?" he asked slumping down to the floor with me.

"What was your first clue?" I snapped dropping my head into my hands to ease the pounding fear. "I'll be alright in a minuet," I told him, with a wave of my hand, "Go, your fans and friends our waiting."

He didn't look convinced, however, with one parting pat on my head he stood up and went to his friends who where all hovering over the same duffel bag they filled this morning. One of the camera men where still pointing the camera at me—I didn't realize until just then I had been watching Bam walk away—the man was smirking. "What are you smiling at?" I snapped, I've gotten used to the cameras constantly catching me do embarrassing things. "Because you like him," he said cheekily, as if he's seen it a million times.

"He's my best friend, yeah right." I said in my defense. "Haha well the cameras don't lie sweetheart," he pushed.

"Yeah well neither dose my fist, darling."

He shrugged and followed Bam leaving me alone and wet. I decided to go to the other side of the island and dry my clothes, I'll interrogate Bam later about how exactly I got into this mess and why no one just left me in the boat—because that little detail bothered me a bit. I figured it out; I would go far enough back into the woods and find a clearing so none of the boys can sneak a peek. Being with all these boys get a bit over whelming—sometimes a girl needs some time to her self, especially if she's soaking wet. Sneaking around the boys, I stole a somewhat clean towel from an abandoned duffel bag and walked in an away direction. Whichever way I went, I walked long enough and ended up at a clearing near the edge of the island. Satisfied with the location I began stripping off my damp clothes until I was down to nothing but my underwear—I wasn't going to go that far. Using the towel to dry off my body, and avoiding letting the unidentifiable stains to touch my skin, I proceeded to lay out my clothes over a bush in the sun so they would circulate and dry.

Hopefully it won't take too long to dry because I was getting cold with out clothes and my skimpy neon colored undies just weren't cutting it. I sat down along the bank and stared at the water, it was floating by peacefully, but my head was not in peace. Unknowingly I was gripping my hands tightly in a fist; I hated that I was scared of the water… I can barley get in the pool with out feeling light headed.

It bothers me to know as well that I'm holding everyone else back when we do water induced activities. I groaned in frustration as the wind kicked up a little, hugging myself tighter, I looked away from the water and tried not to think about it. But the only thing that popped in my head was what that camera crew man said.

I didn't realize how much that comment was bothering me, only because I fear he may be right.

Meanwhile, back at camp

I left Camden sitting on the ground, soaking wet, and in a state of panic. That was probably not one of my smartest decisions, but she looked a bit as if she wanted to be left alone—so I did, but should I have? I had no clue. This wasn't the time for me to be thinking about this, she can take care of herself and I've got work to do.

I'm getting myself a ramp in the middle of this island and not even Don Vito can ruin this.

"Hey Bam," Glomp, my personal handy man called from somewhere threw the trees, "Yo," I called back. "Do you wanna see?" he asked.

He had finished the ramp. "Yeah man! Ill be right there." I looked back at Camden to find her talking to the camera man with an agitated look on her face. Ill have to ask her what that was about later, or ill just find out when I edit the show.

Hiking over to where Glomp stood I saw that the half pipe sucked.

"Yo man, what's the problem?" it looked too cramped for what I had in mind. "I don't know man, try it out. I think it's a waist of time to be honest, with all the trees, and it's starting to rain a little."

It was true; I looked up and saw a big dark storm cloud making its way over our little island. Ignoring the rain I picked up my skateboard and tried out the half pipe. It was uneven and not sturdy, and from the looks of the wood supply, there wasn't enough to fix it. "All right, well bail on that project. Instead," I said putting my hand to my chin as if I was thinking, "use the wood to build a little roof for the storm." Glomp beamed proudly at his new challenge. "I can do more than that." He smiled.

"Well then get to work man!"

Leaving Glomp to his wood and termites I looked around for Camden, I just wanted to check if she was all right. I probably shouldn't have carried her onto the island with us but, I thought she wouldn't appreciate it if I left her on the boat and she woke up to find that she was alone and surrounded by water. She might have had a seizure or a heart attack, or what ever phobia people have in there phobia moment.

"Have any of you seen Cam?" I asked a few of the guys who were hanging around the fire pit when I couldn't find her in the spot I last saw her. "No, but I did see her head in that direction," Rakeyohn said pointing to a little path, but who ever listened to Yohn anyway? Why was he even here?

Following yohns tip, I told every one I was going to take a dump and for no cameras to follow or I would throw there very expensive cameras in the river, I headed down the little path to see if I could find Camden. That would suck if I caught her in the middle of going to the bathroom but it's been like 10 minutes since she apparently disappeared, that's long enough so I think I'm in the clear.

I continued to walk the path until I saw a breach in the brush up ahead (a clearing btw) I stopped cold at what I was caught looking at. It was Camden, and she was crying by the looks of it, but that's not the only reason I stopped cold; it might have something to do with her being what I would call "naked" by my standards.

She was sitting on an edge, her head in her hands, and the sun shining down on her—I could see her sun-soaking clothes laid over a bush next to her. I had never seen her like this. Bare, vulnerable, are a couple words I would use to describe the way she looked. And she always puts on a brave face for everything, so seeing her like this was a little unnerving. Something told me I should go and confront her but… Maybe she wouldn't see me if I slowly walked away. I decided to go down that road and took a step back the way I came, but suddenly a branch snapped under my foot and she whipped her head around.

How Cliché.