"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!!" I sang joyfully, skipping to his tent. Well it was more like a bin than a tent.

"FUCK OFF, LET ME SLEEP," He shouted.

"My my, who is a little grumpy today," I giggled, poking him in his eye.

"Ger-Off-Me" he mumbled rolling over and squashing me in the process. I couldn't breath! I made a comment about this but I think I must have offended him, because the next thing I knew he was sat in a corner with his arms wrapped around his knees.

"Gavvvvy" I cooed going over to comfort him.

"You always comment about my weight… It's not my fault I'm BIG BONED"

"Hush now my dumpling"

"SEEE!!!" I laughed at his out burst, I'd forgotten what I'd come to ask him now.

"Just leave me alone, Darren. I'm not in the mood." He huffed, rolling over and folding his arms. I tried to make light conversation but he seemed somewhat disinterested in the weather and the Britain's Got Talent final. After poking him several times and still getting no reply I decided to give up. I left his tent and went to see my good friend Ruart.

"Hey Ruart, what brings you to these parts?" I asked.

"Well! The moss bark and fungi is very rare and exotic here. I just had to get some of my own!!" he exclaimed.

"Ah." I sighed "I did try and collect some for you but I wasn't too successful…I came out in a rash."

He laughed.

"You were always coming out in rashes when I showed you my collection, I told you that moss, fungi and bark hunting isn't for you," He said ruffling my hair.

"Oi! Any who how's Cyrus?" I asked.

"A handful, you know, he is always trying to kill himself," he sighed.

"RuART!!!! A BEAR!!! IT'S A BEAR!! IT WANTS TO KILL ME!" screamed a girl near by.

"That's Cyrus; I better go, see you later sexy."

And with one brisk movement Ruart was cradling me in his arms, devouring me. I loved every second. Till I fell over and hit my head on a tent peg. It hurt. I must have slipped into one of my day dreams as Ruart was leaving – that boy is sexy. My hot bf (best friend!) and I will surely meet again. Just then Crepsley crawled out from his tent looking stern – yeah stern, is an emotion isn't it?

"Why are you looking so stern Creps?"

"That is to you, I have heard you have been bulling little Gavner! You know he is sensitive about his weight"

"Whateveeeeeeeer" I mumbled

"To the naughty corner now!" I looked at his before walking away – he's stern alright.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww = (" I said. That's right. I said a sad face.

I trotted off to the naughty corner (by a tree) and sat for 30 minutes (a minute for every year of my age). When I was done, I went back to camp, only to find it was… EMPTY!

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" I screamed, falling to my knees. Tears were streaming down my face. It started to rain, and I ripped my shirt to reveal my muscular chest. After ten minutes of sheer angst, I stood up again to see Gavner and Crepsley stood at the edge of the camp site, giving each other strange looks.

"Erm…hi there" I giggled, slightly embarrassed.

"Come on" Mr Crepsley said, hoisting me up.

"You know, if Ruart was here right now, he would comfort me and give me a little kiss." Hint hint.

"Too bad he does not exist" he sighed, he sounded fed up. Was I a nuisance to him? Did he wish I didn't existence? Was he repenting for ever blooding me?

"I'M SORRY CREPSLEY" I bawled "I...didn't…I didn't…I mean…I…I'm sorry I exist"

"Whatever made you think that" He looked directly into my eyes, with a sincere expression on his face. I loved those eyes of his they were two beautiful hazel pearls to me. Second to that of my friend Ruarts. Oh Ruart the thought of my bf brought a smile to my face.

"There we go, its good to see a smile back on your face boyo" Boyo, I smiled more and hugged him closer.

"Why do you hate me?" That took him by surprise and he sat me down with one hand on my shoulder. A very fatherly pose I thought.

"I don't hate you Darren… I … it is just my time of the month" he mumbled.

"WHAT-!?!" I SCREAMED.

"Settle down Darren, I am due for a bath as soon as we get to the mountain, Gavner too now I think of it"

Right on queue Gav poked his head around the tea door singing "My teas gone cold I'm wondering whhhhhy I got out of bed at all"

"What are you on about?"

"Just practicing my rapping skills to show off to the guys at the mountain, I'll show that Kurd-a who's G"

"Well I know all the Eminem songs off by heart, and I've got to let you know you're singing the chorus – that's sung by a girl." That wiped that smug smile right off his face. I really should remember to stop picking on him so much.

"I….e I will always love you." I sung, barely audibly. I saw Gavner look up. "I will always love you!" I sung, louder this time.

"Thanks Darren."

"You see. It's ok to sing womanly songs."

Later that day, we were walking up a hill. I felt faint, and suddenly blacked out.

"Goodness!" I heard Gavner say. "Call for help!"

"Help." Crepsley said.

"Thanks. Lets carry him up this wee hill yonder."

"Kay."

Crepsley grabbed my foot. Gavner grabbed my bottom. They dragged me up the hill. At the top, I recovered my composition.

"Thank goodness you were there to help me!" I cried.

"Its ok." Gavner winked.

"I wasn't talking to you… thanks Ruart!" I cried, and waved to my friend.

He waved back. I'm glad I didn't walk up that hill, it would hurt my poor girly knees.

That's right – I faked the whole blacking out! (I am lazy.)