Nathan's feet beat the ground as he ran toward the jungle. He didn't know what kind of danger had gotten to Taylor. This thought made him run faster. He was fearing for his friend's life. He came into a clearing, and he spotted, near a pile of rocks, Taylor.

"Taylor!" She screeched again just as these words escaped his mouth, making his voice inaudible. He trotted nearer to her and saw a large rock lay on her ankle, anchored to the ground. He ran closer and finally she saw him. Her face was tear-streaked and she looked scared out of her wits.

"Nathan! You weren't supposed to follow me!" she sobbed.

"We heard your scream," he said, heaving the rock off her ankle.

"We?" she asked hopefully.

"Yea, me and Daley," he answered setting the rock down.

"Oh,"

"Who were you expecting?" he panted, putting his hands on his hips.

"No one.."

"Is she ok?" Daley had just entered the clearing, her face bright red.

"Yea, she's fine,"

"Let's get her back to camp," Nathan kneeled down and picked her up, cradling her like a baby. And they walked. And walked. And walked. It felt like forever to all three of them. When they finally made it back to camp, a large bruise had appeared on Taylor's ankle and blood started oozing out. She groaned. Nathan set her down on a sleeping bag Daley had pulled from the tent.

"Is she gonna be better out here or in the tent with us?" asked Lex, who had heard her groan.

"In the tent, I'm thinking," Nathan answered. So they lugged her into the tent. No one slept that night. They all lay there afraid that something horrible might happen.

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In the morning, Nathan, Daley, and Lex dragged Taylor out into the sunshine. They propped her leg up on a bin and left her to rest while they got the daily chores. Taylor let the sweet memories overcome her.

"Hey, Taylor!" said the ten-year old blonde boy, doing a crazy dance.

"Eric," she laughed. "Do you have ants in your pants?"

"Actually," he said, swatting at his bottom, "I do," Taylor laughed harder.

"How did you get ants in your pants?"

"Well," he panted. "I sat in the dirt over there to tie my shoe, and they kinda crawled up my pants."

"That's gross!"

"No, It's uncomfortable,"

"Shake your pants," Taylor suggested. He followed the directions and the ants immedietly fell out.

"Thanks," he panted. "Now I have to go get some ointment."

Taylor let out a giggle. He couldn't sit down for a week after that. He got in so much trouble with the teacher, she spanked him and made it worse. She had sat with him for the 7 agonizing days of laying on their stomaches. They spent their hours watching Gilmore Girls.

"I can't believe the stupid people started beating on the window!" Eric yelled, throwing popcorn at the T.V. "Luke was about to kiss her! And behind the counter! What is a more romantic spot?!"

"I don't think they should have kissed anyway," Taylor said, sighing. "Lorelai did ditch him for Christopher.

"Who cares?!?! They were this close!" he yelled, his mouth full of popcorn. He held his fingers centimeters inches apart to prove his point.

"Oh, shut up," she said, throwing a handful of popcorn in his face.

"I would get you if I didn't have a really bad ant bite on my butt," he said thretaningly.

"Ooo, scary," she stood up and ran out of the room.

"Hey! Get me a coke while your down there!!" he yelled after her.

She had gotten him a coke, and herself a sprite. They had gotten through the whole show, from seasons 1-7 in one week. I had been one of the best weeks of her life. Then a voice interupted her thoughts.

"TAYLOR!"