Hey guys! Again, thanks for those that have reviewed and subscribed to my story. Here's an early update thanks to my teachers, who were nice enough to go easy on the homework load this week. More time to write and re-watch Sym-Biontic Titan for like, the third time already. Sorry if it wasn't what you were expecting, but the story is still getting there.

I hope to update again by Labor Day. Enjoy!

Chapter Three:

The camp was set back from the road in the rural countryside near a town called Zou. A path of gravel through a clearing in the woods allowed the bus to reach it's destination: Camp Dressrosa.

Camp Dressrosa was just like the kind of summer camp that you could see on television. Pine tress cast shadows on the identical cabins that were nestled near the woods. A large lake sprawled as far as Luffy could see – past the camp and maybe to the rest of society. Barely – just barely – the wind ruffled his hair, making it seem like he was moving when he was really not.

An old white farmhouse with a front porch and black shutters had a rambling garden to it. Across from the farmhouse was a basketball court, then a picnic area. A long. low-ceilinged brick building could've also been seen.

Luffy had been one of the first people off the bus, mostly due to his curiosity rather than impatience.

"WOAH! There's even a volleyball pit?" Luffy couldn't believe his eyes.

Kidd rolled his eyes. He was standing behind Luffy so Luffy couldn't see him, but he said, "No, it's a fishing net."

"Really?" Luffy was puzzled.

"No, you idiot! Of course it's a volleyball net," snorted Heat. "He's so gullible."

Meanwhile, a group of students about their ages who were already at the camp were making their way through the woods to meet up with the others.

"Ugh! It's barely noon, yet all these pesky mosquitoes are killing me!" a striking orange-haired girl flipped her hair which due to the humidity, was already damp with sweat. She swatted two restless insects away from her arms.

"It's okay, Nami-swan," the blond-haired boy that was accompanying her stopped to catch his breath. Not only had he been carrying his backpack, but hers as well. His was obviously smitten with her. "I'm here for you! Would you like to hold hands as I romantically lead you out of the deep, dark forest?!"

An older boy with braces past them. He was holding an instrument case – which he guarded as if it was a treasure. Nobody knew what instrument he played or whether he was any good, but rumor had it that he had been scooped out by the most prestigious music schools in the country. "What Nami really wants is a restraining order, Sanji."

Sanji's face turned red. "Apoo, just because you made it into some top tier music school does not mean that you're better than me! When was the last time you even had a girlfriend?"

"The chances of the girl wanting to hold your hand are zero percent," predicted the blond-haired boy that was with Apoo. He held a deck of fortune-telling cards in front of him. "Impossible."

Sanji turned to Nami hopefully. Nami smiled, but she did not take his hand like he thought he would. Sanji sunk to the roots of a tree as Nami started chatting away with her friends.

"Do you think any of the boys will be as cute as they say?" a green-haired girl carrying a starfish-shaped stuffed animal closed her eyes, imaging college-aged boys wearing all of the latest trends. At the beach, in their swimming trunks. Wearing much less clothing than that. She began to blush uncontrollably.

"Keimi, who needs them?" dismissed the blue-haired girl. An attractive boy with tinted glasses and bronze hair wrapped an arm around her shoulder protectively, but also very lovingly.

Nami began to feel jealous of her friend – the blue-haired girl, Nefertari Vivi. Vivi was a pleasing girl with a pleasing boyfriend and a wardrobe that rivaled with Boa Hancock's. Vivi looked sensational and often caused a sensation, making Nami feel plain in comparison.

Me, huffed Nami in her mind. She had been single for almost two weeks – the most time she had gone without dating since the seventh grade.

Keimi also had crushes, but nobody seemed to ever be interested in her. Nami didn't think her friend was ugly (Keimi was actually cute), but wished that Keimi wasn't so shy and so ... weird. Keimi was almost as fashionable as Vivi in her Criminal clothes, but Nami had no idea why she acted the way she did. The girl sometimes wore a mermaid tail in public, whenever she was cosplaying with girls like Conis and Kaya – the dorkiest girls in their grade. She still carried around Pappug – her beloved stuffed animal – and claimed to "communicate" with fish. Which was why she was strictly vegetarian.

Vivi, on the other hand, wasn't crazy. Kohza had gotten the nerve to ask her out during freshman year and they had been dating since.

"I have no idea," Nami muttered. She tried not to frown. Then much more loudly, "Camp is going so be so much fun. Don't you agree, Kohza?"

A little bit too loud and enthusiastic. Nami wanted to get attention, good or bad. Even if it meant flirting with her best friend's boyfriend.

"Of course," Kohza looked over his shoulder. He flashed her a grin. "All of our closest friends are here. This summer is going to be unforgettable."

For Nami, that moment was unforgettable. It was the moment when she knew that Kohza had noticed her and actually forgot that Vivi was alive. If she was correct, Kohza had winked at her.

Vivi hadn't noticed. Keimi put her hands on her hips. She gave Nami a disapproving look which almost deepened into a glare,

"You two go ahead," Keimi shooed Vivi and Kohza away. "Nami and I are going to talk about stuff."

"What stuff?" asked Vivi. She looked at Keimi before going to Nami. Then she glanced back at Kohza. Kohza pretended to be dumbdounded.

"I dunno. It's probably not important anyway," he shrugged.

Happiness returned to her face. "You're right! Okay. See you guys later!"

"Chow."

Nami blew Kohza a lip-glossed kiss.

"Hey – what are you doing?"

"Me?" Nami batted her eyelashes which were heavy with Very Black mascara.

"Nami, you do this type of thing all the time," Keimi was obviously upset. "Please don't do that."

"What are you talking about?" Nami smirked.

"The flirting!" Keimi practically exploded. She sighed. "I'm no fool and soon enough, Vivi will find out about this and loose all trust in you. She might even start to dislike me too, just because I didn't tell her. I'm not going to tell her, unless you promise to stop. Look at Sanji," she motioned toward Sanji, who was moping near the back of the crowd. "He likes you more than you can even imagine. Don't you like him?"

"I pity him," Nami corrected. "So I go along with what he says. He does me some really great favors, like doing my homework or giving me free rides. Kohza really is cool, though. Did you see the pictures he put on Instagram yesterday?"

"Yeah. Anyway –"

" –He looked so dreamy in that polo shirt," Nami cut her off. "The color matched his eyes."

The veins of Keimi's neck started to pop out. "Listen to me! If you don't stop acting like such a dirty whore, I'm going to tell her everything."

"You wouldn't! This is blackmail!" Nami roared.

"Oh, I would. I'll tell her everything! You can't stop me," Keimi hugged Pappug even tighter. "I could tell her right now. Nojiko might also be interested in this as well."

"Okay, okay, I give," Nami grumbled. "Gosh, stop acting like a child. You even look like one."

Your shorts look like they belong to a child, Keimi thought. The way they show half your bottom. I hope you fall and people step on your shorts. Footprints would look better than that boring floral design.

"Keep your promise," was all she told her.

"Hm," Nami's eyes found Kohza again. She eyed him longingly.

Keimi stomped off, her flip-flops slapping the bottom of her feet.

Keimi, you have no idea what I'm absolutely capable of.

Nami could only smile to herself, chuckling under her breath. She ran up to catch up with not just Vivi, but Kohza as well.

Nojiko will never find out about what I have planned.