II don't own family guy

Warning: girl x girl, violence, bullying, language, and mature content, stereotypes, etc.

A/N: None so far

Chapter 2: "Camp"

Getting off the bus proved to be more difficult then possibly imagined, no one knew what it meant to be considerate. It was either go with the flow or be crushed in a very painful way. I looked behind me, hoping with everything in my being that Ulana would behind me.

"Stop looking behind you and keep walking, Meg." Ulana scolded me and I couldn't help but smile softly and letting a sigh of relief pass my lips.

She's behind me and she's real.

I'm so damn sick in the head that I have to make sure that she's real and looking at me the way she did when I sat next to her. I looked down at the ground as I finally stepped off the bus as I realized the direction my thoughts were taking. No . . . no, no, no, this is not happening. I am not falling for someone I barely know . . . is that even possible?

I frowned harshly. I mean, for years rejection and disappointment has always been apart of my life that it's normal to think that one ray of hope is surely something to cause me to crash and burn to nothing and only nothing. I looked behind me and looked at her, taking in her sight. Yep . . . she's one that could actually break me this time and I'm hoping it's with style.

She caught me staring at her and her beautiful plump lips curved into a small smile as she placed her hand on her hip, "What? Something caught your attention?" She seemed very amused and I couldn't help the small smile.

I almost nodded my head and answered with, 'yeah it's you that's caught my attention.' But that sounds creepy, even to me if some person I just met says that to me.

"Just taking in the sight of this..." I looked around and frowned, "This...I don't even know what to say about this place."

I wasn't even joking. The place looked fucking terrible, I mean just terrible. The cabins looked unkept, the paint on it was cracking and peeling off. The windows collected so much dirt and dust that it seemed impossible to clean off. There were patches of grass that refused to grow. I mean the wood that were used to make the cabins looked as if it was rotting off. I sighed softly, clearly not surprised at all by the conditions of this so called camps. I mean here I was actually hoping for at least something that wasn't so fucking crap that I'm almost disappointed.

"and why am I not surprised?" Ulana more like commented then questioned.

I sighed once again feeling more anxious as one bad thought after another creeped into my mind, "well," I looked at her with a soft expression, "at least we're room buddies." I half joked.

She chuckled softly, "yeah, that sounds wonderful."

I shivered in delight as I heard her soft chuckle and I realize something...i want to hear more. I want to hear her laugh more because of me . . . I never thought I'd be so damn greedy.

The lady on the bus from before walked in front of us again, holding a clip board in her hand as she looked up at each in everyone of us in that stupid ass gym outfit that seem to be a bit big on her, her face giving an obvious smug expression . . . that bitch.

"I'm called coach Zanders, and I'm your instructor through out your stay in camp." She pointed towards the cabins, "take the partners that you've been assigned to while on the bus and get into a cabin." She finished her sentence as she walked away towards a new looking building to the far right.

I looked at Ulana and she looks at me. She raises an eyebrow and shrugs as if she wouldn't bother to question what that coach requested of us, "Come on, Meg." She walks towards one that actually looks like it could house life inside it before the other girls did.

I walked after her. Feeling guilty for letting my eyes roam around her backside and enjoying every moment of it without feeling shameful, I looked up and frowned instantly as I took a closer look at the cabin.

"Ulana, this is seriously way beyond what I thought this place would look like." I commented, "i mean how does this camp not get closed down and slapped with a huge bill for reckless endangerment?"

She looked back at me and laughed softly, "Well, be lucky we aren't sleeping outside or something." She opens the door and walked in.

I sighed more, I'm beginning to be annoyed with my sighing business, and walked in behind her. And as she mentioned before, 'at least we aren't sleeping outside.' I couldn't complain when I looked around on the inside. . . it was moderately complementing. . . I hate lying.

I randomly picked the bottom bed of the bunk beds and through my stuff on top of it. I looked at Ulana and for the first time I noticed her bag. It wasn't really as overstuffed as mine but it was something that made you wonder what's inside of it. But as memory would serve me correctly, people don't like others to butt in . . . right?

She looked up at the top bunk and frowned slightly, "i don't think that thing on the top is safe to sleep on."

She walked forward towards the top bunk and touched it lightly but quickly pulled her hand away when she heard it making loud cracking noise as if it would suddenly topple down. My body flinch, getting in a stance that I hoped would of prepared me for that moment when it does decide to topple over. She looked at me pleadingly, "...we're gonna have to share a bed..."

My heart did flips and flops, almost like I was having a mental heart attack, (you don't have to know what that means) as I took in what she said. Me and her, sleeping together in one bed, using my half heart excuse that I was sleep touching, (it could be a thing) that's more then I can ask for. I tried not to smile or do any weird thing that would fuck up anything and decided to play it off cool-like. "Sure, its not like I mind anyways." I shrugged slightly to prove my point.

She let out a breath of relief, "Good...because you didn't have a choice either way." She laughed softly and I swear I shivered at the sound of the infectious laugh.

Is it bad to think I would do anything to continue to see and hear that laugh of hers? I sighed softly, well to myself anyways, and looked around. I'm glad the roof is leak free . . . it looks leak free, when it starts raining we'll find out. The door looks sturdy enough to actually lock the door but looks weak enough that it would lose a battle against a small gust of wind.

She took a seat next to my bag, placing her's right next to mine, "so. . . should we. . . uh . . . get to know each other. . . or what?" She looked at me and I swear I would've melted under her gaze if I could.

But the feeling quickly flew away as I processed her words. 'Get to know each other?' That isn't possible . . . I don't like the things I've done or what my life has been over these past 17 years of my life. . . I don't want to tell her anything about any of that bullshit.

She caught on to my expression and sighed, "Okay . . . I mean you don't have to confide to a total stranger but we're gonna be here for a . . . long while so let's at least have each others back or something."

"You first." I sort of interrupted her, sitting right next to her. Avoiding her gaze, fearing that all my secrets would just spill from my mouth and she would give me a look of complete disgust and disappointment. That would hurt me the most if she just judges me from my past mistakes without trying to get know me as of right now.

She sighed softly, "Where do I start?" She was quiet for a moment before she started again, "I'm here for anger management," She laughed at some irony that I didn't really get, "I was angry at the world, blaming everything and everyone around me for what i couldn't control." She looked at me, "And looking back on it right now I've realized that I just wanted an excuse to vent out my anger that I had for myself, for feeling weak and helpless so I did the next best thing . . ." She rolled her head to the side as she looked at the ceiling, "I became the very thing that I hated."

I could see the disappointment she had for herself as she looked back at me.

"And to top it all off, I was sent here without a second thought by my so called mother. . . . and that's the story of why I'm here." She leaned back on her elbows and looked at me, "You're turn."

I didn't look back, "Is there anything else you want to add?" I wanted to buy time but I might of came across sounding cold and uncaring seeing as Ulana kept quiet as she stared at me.

She was quiet for a bit, I could feel her gaze boring into the back of my neck, " . . . I'm not someone that would look back into my past and feel sorry for myself, that's just a waste of time but that doesn't mean you can look down on me because you think you've been through worse, I'm not comparing and I never will." She spoke calmly.

I turned to look her with wide eyes and frowned, "That's not what I meant-"

"Then what did you mean then?" She interrupted, she looked me straight in the eyes, "What exactly did you mean?"

I hesitated for a bit, opening my mouth to speak and closing it a few times as I tried to figure out the right words to start with, "I'm not proud of all lot of things that I've done."

"You don't have to be proud," She lightly touched my lower back, "And you don't have to tell me everything in one day. Why don't you just start with how or why you were sent here?"

I shivered at her light touch, the warmth of her fingers seeped through my shirt and I swear I never wanted it to end, "I was involved in a fight that I didn't start. . . got the shit beaten out of me even through I didn't fight back and then got sent here because they got tried of me and my so called trouble making." I frowned at the memory and I almost reached up to touch my eye.

She looked at me, "So. . . you were punished for something you didn't do?" She asked in disbelieve.

I nodded slowly, "Its the norm for me, Ulana." I looked at her expression, "Its not like I choose to live like this, its just handed to me with a huge sticky note that says 'just deal with it' slapped on my fucking forehead."

She let out a deep breath, nodding as she sat up, "I get it . . . things cant be helped. . . and in a lot of cases, there's nothing you could possibly do about it." She looked me in the eyes, "I understand the feeling. . . "

I felt relived that she didn't look down on me, wondering the impossible from me. I took in a deep breath, feeling more relaxed then ever. I fell back onto my back and closed my eyes, "what do you think is going to happen during our stay here? . . . Are they going to make us go through hell and back?"

She laid back and sighed, closing her eyes as she folded her hands onto her stomach, "Its a 99.9% that they will surely make us wish we were 'well behaved' before." She turned her head and looked at me as she handed her hand towards me, "promise we'll have each others back . . . no one is left behind."

I couldn't help but laugh slightly as I grabbed her hand and gave it a hand shake, trying to hide the fact that I was enjoying the feel of her hand more then I should, "You make it sound as if we're going into war and never making it back."

She shrugged as she sat up and looked at the door, the intercom in our cabin turned on and her expression showed totally displeasure and annoyance. "They have an intercom in the cabins? . . . Can they even afford that?"

"All cabin mates report to the court yard after you are dressed in the camps uniform that has already been provided for you. . . and ladies you have 10 minutes to get ready or else." The voice on the intercom instructed, ending the sentence with, what I recall, an evil laugh.

I frowned a little as I sat up, that laugh turning the gears in my head. I turning my head and looked at the table in the far corner of the camp. "Uniforms . . . if we were going to wear uniforms why makes us pack stuff into our bags?" I stood up, walking towards the table and pulled one of the shirts up to examine it and groaned in disappointment.

Are they seriously taking joy in fucking with us, that they feel the need to embarrass us more with these ridiculous outfits?

I mean the fucking color of the whole outfit was barf green, the design on the shirt didn't make sense, it was like a series of random numbers coded around the left breast side. (it makes sense, I think) Why would they have to label us with numbers? This is suppose to be a camp, right?

"I...really want to burn these clothes and wear my own," Ulana's voice brought me out of my thoughts, "but I really don't want to find out what would happen if I didn't." She sighed as she looked at the outfits with disgust.

I fucking hate shorts. . . . I mean, I don't wear shorts and this suppostive outfit consist of wearing shorts. I looked at Ulana and instantly blushed harshly, gasping softly, seeing her in only an a black bra and panties, changing in to the camp uniform. Damn . . . I almost had a nose bleed from the sudden hotness my eyes just witnessed. I breathed a little hard and watched with careful eyes as she continued. Tracing every curve, every imperfections that laid upon her smooth looking milk chocolate skin. Resisting the urge to reach out and let my fingers explore her body.

"Aren't you going to change?" She looked at me and I instantly avoid her gaze, her voice snapping me from my daze.

"Uhh. . . yeah . . . I will . . ." I turned my attention towards the other set of uniform.

She frowned, "Did you forget? We're being timed." She looked at me, "Just go ahead and change into the uniform already."

Fuck! I don't want her seeing my fucking body. I frowned softly, "I don't want you to look. . . "

She gave me a look of disbelieve, "Meg. . . I just changed in front of you-"

"Yeah because you have a perfect body!" I interrupted her. The look on her face told me the tone of my voice was harsh and the actual words spoken caught her off guard.

"Perfect body?" She looked slightly flushed but frowned non the less, " That's what you think? I don't understand . . . what you meant by saying something as stupid as that. I don't have a perfect body, I just had some courage to change in front of you." She looked me in the eyes as she came towards me, tugging at the end of my shirt, "Stop thinking stupid and just change, we don't have a lot of time left." Her tone of voice was soft and playful.

I relaxed as I looked at her and nodded slowly. Fuck, she's right, there's not enough time for this sentimental bullshit.. I hurriedly pulled my shirt and pants off, blushing harshly as I heard her soft gasp. I shivering slightly under her gaze. I knew she was watching me, as much as I wanted to cover up and tell her to stop staring, I sucked it up and finished changing with a huge blush on my face.

"Finished." I finally said, breaking the small silents that formed between us.

I looked at her and she looked at me. Watching her expression has become my favorite thing to do and seeing no presence of disgust or regret was no where to be found and I smiled softly as her expression mirrored mine: 'embarrassment and disappointment that the show was over.'

Ulana walked towards the door first, being the first one to break eye contact and opened it, looking back at me with a shy smile, "come on . . . lets get a move on."

I walked towards her, walking out with her towards the court yard. Seeing other girls already there but knowing full well that not all of them were present. I stood next to Ulana, standing so close I could feel the warmth of her skin radiating against mine.

"10 . . . 9 . . . 8 . . . 7." Coach Zander counted off, more of the other girls coming out but not nearly enough, "6 . . . 5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . 1"

Zander sickly smiled as she pulled out a button out of the deep pockets of her sweat pants and pressed it. We all turned towards the cabins at the sound of the rest of the girls that were inside the cabins screaming loudly in unimaginable pain. I gasped loudly, obviously shaken up as I saw claw marks at the dust filled windows at their attempt to escape.

Ulana grabbed my arm and held onto me in pure fear as she stared at the scene in front of her, "Oh my . . . Whats happening to them-?!"

A loud blow whistle was blown behind us, silencing our panicking, "That is what happens when you maggots for brains don't understand what is being told to you." Zander spoke calm. Almost like that bitch was enjoying this as if this was some fucking show.

We all slowly looked at her, confusion and fear as all of our expressions.

She looked at us all, "Those uniforms you all are wearing, as you were instructed to, prevents you from falling ill to the poison that was slowly given to you during your bus ride. In other words, you're wearing the antidote." She chuckled at our confused faces.

"I want to go home!" One girl to our left screamed out and the rest of them started crying and begging to be sent home.

Ulana looked among them and frowned as she looked up at me as she continued to cling to me, "Oh. . . no . . . . What have we gotten ourselves in to?" She trembled in fear and realizing that what the other girls were asking for would never be granted.

I held her tight, encasing her into my arms, feeling dread and ultimate betrayal coursing through my body, "What the fuck is going on?"

A/N: Finally got this finished. Please excuse any grammar or spelling error, my computer crashed and this took me a long time to finish on my phone. Thank you so much for your reviews. Tell me what you think. :)