Alright. Time for chapter two. This should go spectacularly. Allons-y!

Phil's P.O.V.

"And here's the dining hall," I say as we approach the round building. "I think that concludes your tour." Dan looks at the building for a moment in an almost fond manner, just as his stomach growls.

"So, when do we eat?" He asks, laughing a bit. I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone, looking at the time.

"Right about now, actually!" Dan grins at me as we start to make our way down the path. When we reach the doors, he's the one to hold them open. I try not to look too pleased. Inside, half of the camp crew is already seated at multiple round tables, ready to eat. I scope out my group almost instantly; we always sit in the same place.

"Phil!" Adam calls as if I don't already see them. I wave back, approaching the table.

"Hey Philly! Long time no see!" Monica, a Hispanic girl that I've known for three years now, says as she releases her grip on the friendship bracelet she's in the process of making.

"No kidding!" I laugh. "Oh! Guys, this is Dan! Dan, this is Adam," I point to Adam who waves and smirks a bit. "And this is Monica!" Monica smiles brightly at him and tosses her hair over her left shoulder.

"Hola," she giggles, batting her eye lashes a bit. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Dan roll his own eyes a bit, but none-the-less, he smiles back at her politely.

"Hey," He says, as he adjusts his hair.

"Paula, James, and PJ should be here soon for you to meet." I tell him. I'm certain that he'll get along with everyone quite well.

"Are you trying to have eye-sex with the fresh meat, Mon?" Paula asks, running up to the table and jumping into the chair next to her best friend, Monica.

"Oh, shut up, Paul."

"Don't call me Paul!"

"Dan," I chuckle, "This is Paula. Paula, Dan."

"Hi Dan, nice to meet you!" Suddenly, she adjusts her position and looks him dead in the eyes. "What is the maximum air velocity of an unladen swallow?"

Dan doesn't miss a beat. "African or European?" Paula squeals and claps.

"Welcome to the cult!"

"Wait, when did this become a cult?" Adam asks.

"Today." Paula says.

"Shit, do I have to shave my head?"

"Yes."

"Guys, come ON! Are we going to play or what?" Monica asks, leaning back on her chair.

"We're waiting for James and Peej. They should be bringing the food." I tell her.

"Play what?" Dan sheepishly looks at me.

"Truth, Dare, or Would You Rather. It's how we start camp every year." I smile at him. His eyes seem to light up as he nods back at me.

"Yeah, the six – now seven – of us all play together! That is, if you do want to play." Paula taunts.

"Of course I want to play." Dan grins at Paula. I feel a twang in the pit of my stomach. No.

"Come on, take a seat! James and PJ probably aren't going to be here for quite a while." Adam says, pulling up a chair for Dan. I take a seat next to him. Ten minutes later, James and PJ finally show up. James is tall, taller than me. His dirty blonde hair seems to always be in his eyes and a grin has permanently stuck to his face. PJ, or Peej, as we've come to call him, is also tall, but not as tall as the rest of us. A mesh of brown curls rests on his head and curiosity is always easy to find within him.

"There you guys are! We've been waiting forev- is that pizza?" Monica licks her lips.

"Extra cheesy." James says as he puts the pizza down in the center of the table. PJ and James both take a seat and everyone grabs some pizza.

"Alright, gang. Let's play." Paula commands, rubbing her hands together and looking around. Her eyes land on me.

"Phil," She starts, a devilish grin on her face. "Truth, Dare, or Would You Rather?"

Oooo cliff hanger…kinda. Sorry that this took a bit long to upload! I had it written but I wanted to build up more of an audience before getting too into it. What do you guys think of the O.C.'s I made? PJ obviously isn't one but he's going to be playing a big role in this. Chris just might even show up. C;

TTFN! Phancakes!

~TheInternetHomo~