MPOV

After lunch, I moved my things from the old cabin into Emmi's, having Lola and Barron helping, though by the time we were inside, they were attached at the lips. I unpacked my things, sitting on my bed with my song book, reading over my song so far. I had been writing it for two or three months now, and was stuck on the second verse.

"Shining on my destiny," I whispered, scribbling it down as the door flew open, Jason walking in with Emmi in his arms, Brown following; both males with a look of complete worry on their faces.

"What happened?" Emmi asked as she was put lightly down onto her bed.

"You… had something in you, which made you lose consciousness. Jason got worried and found me. You told me you stopped," Brown spoke in a somewhat disappointed tone.

"I have, but it takes a while to do it. If I were to quit cold turkey, I would die. I have to slowly wean myself off," she replied as I moved to the floor by her bed.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, lightly grasping her hand; my voice never rose above a whisper.

"Drugs. It was one of my addictions. I started when I was eight, and am trying to quit, but I have to keep some in my system. You see, when I was 15, I tried quitting right out, and ended up in hospital, mere seconds from death. That and other things… It's what ended my career." She choked out, before letting out a small giggle. "Look at us – I'm supposed to be helping you through stuff and taking your mind off things, but you're the freakin' psychologist at the moment."

"But this is taking my mind off it," I replied, shocked at the fact my statement was true, and that I wanted to help her, not only because she was helping me, but her problems were worse than mine. Maybe we can help each other, in more ways than one.

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The rest of the day passed uneventfully – well, unless you count Tess blowing up at Shane for not being with her eventful, which she has been doing since he arrived last year, therefore a regular occurrence. We sat down at the table – Lola, Caitlyn, Barron, Shane, Nate, Jason, Emmi and I – and started eating Mom's amazing Chilli, when Lola voiced a thought.

"If you're into drugs and things, then why the hell are you a psychologist?" those who weren't in the room with us when we talked earlier sprayed out their mouthfuls, so the table was now coated with a fine sheen of Chilli, bread, soda and cordial.

"Miss Lola, has anyone ever told you that people with mental illnesses and/or a background of abuse make the best psychologists?" She asked in reply, as everyone looked upon Lola, Barron, Jason, Emmi and I, trying to work out what had been going on.

"Oh, okay," Lola sighed dejectedly.

"Wait, since when did you need a psychologist?" Barron asked, and I launched into the story of my previous year, with help from Caitlyn and Shane in places. It was good for me to talk, because now everyone close to me knew what happened, and Emmi learned the back story out-of-session, which would have been the best way for me to inform her.

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EPOV

The next few days passed quickly and carefree, until the first Saturday. Two words for you guys: Campfire Jam. Now you lot are probably all thinking, what's so bad about that? Well, let me tell you why – I'm still dealing with the whole drug sobering thing, Mitchie had a brief relapse last night after a particularly bad nightmare; and I had been conned by everyone, and I mean everyone, to sing a song at Campfire Jam. Oh, and I forgot to mention that I am currently hyperventilating behind stage, waiting for Tess to finish her daggy pop number, with Jason, Mitchie and Caitlyn trying to get me calmer.

"Let's welcome to the stage Pyros." Mitchie and I walked upon the stage, her heading to the keyboard, me up front, staring at the back of the audience where Mr. C and Connie were sitting.

"Now that we're friends, I've decided to make you my new project," I spoke softly.

"You really don't have to do that," Mitchie replied, gazing at the keyboard.

"I know, that's what makes me so nice," I squealed with fake enthusiasm.

Whenever there is someone less fortunate than i

And lets face it, who isn't less fortunate then i?

My tender heart tends to start to bleed.

When someone needs a makeover I simply have to take over

I know – I know – exactly what you need.

And even in your case, though it's the toughest case I've yet to face

Don't worry, I'm determined to succeed

Follow my lead, and yes indeed

You will be

Popular. You're gonna be popular.

I'll teach you the proper poise when you talk to boys,

Little ways to flirt and flounce.

I'll show you what shoes to wear, how to fix your hair

Everything that really counts to be popular.

I'll help you be popular.

You'll hang with the right cohorts; you'll be good at sports.

Know the slang you've got to know.

So let's start, cause you've got an awfully long way to go.

Don't be offended by my frank analysis.

Think of it as personality dialysis.

Now that I've chosen to become a power sister and advisor

There's nobody wiser, not when it comes to

Popular, I'll help you be popular.

And with an assist from me, to be who'll you'll be

Instead of dreary who you were… are

There's nothing that can stop you from becoming popular.

La… la, la, la, la, la

I'm gonna make you popular

When I see depressing creatures with unprepossessing features

I remind them on their own behalf to think of,

Celebrated heads of state or 'specially great communicators.

Did they have brains or knowledge?

Don't make me laugh. They were popular – please

It's all about popular

It's not about aptitude; it's the way you're viewed

So it's very shrewd to be

Very, very popular like me.

"Why, Miss Mitchie, look at you. You're beautiful," I sang out, my voice light and carefree.

"I… have to go…" Mitchie replied, though she didn't move from the stage, as she still had to accompany me… we couldn't work out how to stage this bit properly, if you can tell.

And though you protest your disinterest

I know clandestinely

You're gonna grin and bear it

Your new found popularity

La, la, la, la, you'll be popular

Just not quite as popular as me!

I quickly bowed and left the stage, wishing everyone good luck as I returned to the crowd, ready for Mitchie's performance.

"Before I start this song, I'd like to thank Emmi for most of the lyrics… and to Shane, for being my muse."

I probably shouldn't say this
But at times I get so scared
When I think about the previous
Relationship we've shared

It was awesome but we lost it
It's not possible for me not to care
Now we're standing in the rain
But nothing's ever gonna change until you hear, my dear

The 7 things I hate about you

The 7 things I hate about you (oh you)
You're vain, your games, you're insecure
You love me, you like her
You make me laugh, you make me cry
I don't know which side to buy
Your friends they're jerks
When you act like them, just know it hurts
I wanna be with the one I know
And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do
You make me love you

It's awkward and it's silent
As I wait for you to say
What I need to hear now
Your sincere apology
And when you mean it, I'll believe it
If you text it, I'll delete it
Let's be clear
Oh I'm not coming back
You're taking 7 steps here

The 7 things I hate about you
You're vain, your games, you're insecure
You love me, you like her
You make me laugh, you make me cry
I don't know which side to buy
Your friends they're jerks
When you act like them, just know it hurts
I wanna be with the one I know
And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do
You make me love you

And compared to all the great things
That would take too long to write
I probably should mention
The 7 that I like

The 7 things I like about you
Your hair, your eyes, your old Levi's
And when we kiss, I'm hypnotized
You make me laugh, you make me cry
But I guess that's both I'll have to buy
Your hand in mine
When we're intertwined everything's alright
I want to be
With the one I know
And the 7th thing I like the most that you do
You make me love you
You do (oh)

As Mitchie left the stage, looking 100% better than before we went on, Connect 3 took stage.

I'm hot
You're cold
You go around
Like you know
Who I am
But you don't
You've got me on my toes

I'm sinkin' into the lava
And I'm tryin' to keep from going under
Baby, who turned the temperature hotter
'Cause I'm burnin' up
Burnin' up for you baby

C'mon girl

I fell (I fell)
So fast (so fast)
Can't hold myself... Back

High heels (high heels)
Red dress (red dress! )

When Shane sang that line, I looked to both my sides and at myself – Caitlyn, Mitchie and I were all wearing red dresses and a form of high heels.

All by yourself
Gotta catch my breath!

I'm sinkin' into the lava
And I'm tryin' to keep from going under
Baby, who turned the temperature hotter
'Cause I'm burnin' up
Burnin' up for you baby

Walk in the room
All I can see is you
Oh, starin' me down
I know you feel it too

I'm sinkin' into the lava
And I'm tryin' to keep from going under
Baby, who turned the temperature hotter
'Cause I'm burnin' up
Burnin' up for you baby

I'm sinkin' into the lava
And I'm tryin' to keep from going under
Baby, who turned the temperature hotter
'Cause I'm burnin' up
Burnin' up for you baby

Soon Sander had joined them onstage, unbeknownst by everyone.

We're burnin' up in the place tonight
Gonna sing it loud

Gonna feel it right
Get up and dance don't try and fight it
Sander's for real

And that's no lie
Stop, drop, and roll
And touch the floor
Keeps on burnin up
More and more
I got JB with me
Layin' it down
Now come on boys
Lets bring the chorus around!

I'm sinkin' into the lava (Yeah)
And I'm tryin to keep from going under
(Yeah)
Baby, who turned the temperature hotter
(Yeah come on Nate)
'Cause I'm burnin' up
Burnin' up for you baby
Burnin' up for you baby

They came offstage to an amazing amount of applause, and Mitchie, Caitlyn, Connect 3 and I all headed to my cabin, where Mitchie earlier had set up all the things needed for our night, including an inflatable mattress and spare bedding for Nate and Caitlyn.

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MPOV

We all got settled on the floor, grabbing bed covers and such to curl up in, whilst Emmi pulled out the stash of soft drinks and snacks we asked Brown to get us from underneath her bed, as well as a bottle filled with clear liquid.

"What's that?" Jason asked from beside me, as Emmi uncapped it and took a healthy swig from the bottle.

"Vodka," she replied with a wince. "I've managed to avoid most drugs today, only taking my morning vitamins, and I nee something to take the edge off the day." The bottle was pushed back under the bed.

"Well, I'll go put some music on," I smirked, using the remote to play the C.D I had set up earlier. The sounds of Shane, Nate, Jason, Emmi, Caitlyn and myself singing poured from the speakers. "Oh, I forgot to tell you that I recorded us yesterday."

"Are you gon' start?" Emmi asked, leaning back against her bed. I nodded in recognition, lying down on my stomach and facing Nate.

"Nate, truth or dare?" I asked. It may seem childish of us, but it was a great way to catch up/learn about each other.

"Hmm… truth." I knew the perfect question for him.

"Have you ever tried straightening your hair?" Nate blushed and nodded, earning laughter from everyone.

"Okay… umm… Shane, truth or dare?"

"Dare – come on, it was obvious!" Shane exclaimed, draining his can of cola in a gulp.

"I dare you to kiss Jason," Nate probed. Shane looked incredibly scared.

"That would be so hot," I, Caitlyn and Emmi burst out in perfect unison. Shane fulfilled his dare, and promptly asked the next person.

"Emmi, t or d?"

"Truth please, kind sir." She tended to speak in classical English when she was tired… which was rare.

"What drugs did you take?" I saw her tense up and shake her head, tears forming in her eyes.

"If you don't tell them, I will," Nate threatened, and she snapped out of her stupor with a giggle."

"Well, I started when I was eight, and it was on ecstasy and pot. Then I eventually picked up coke and speed, and got addicted to GHB after it was used to spike my drinks."

"The date rape drug?" Caitlyn asked. A look of terror sprung into the oldest females eyes.

"The one and only," she replied, trying to pass off the look. The game continued on for a while, a bunch of hilarious dares given and truths revealed, with the vodka bottle being pulled out, with everyone being far from sober. Luckily Pyros and Connect 3's cabins were apart from every other one. Soon a phone started ringing, and everyone went to check theirs. It turned out to be my psychologists.

"Put it on speaker!" Shane yelled, and she was quick to comply.

"Hello?"

"So I heard from Johnson that you bought more off him. So much for quitting."

"If you've been hooked on the shit for 11 years, I'd think you couldn't stop."

"What about your patient? Are you willing to sacrifice her?"

"Never. Everybody knows, and they still like me."

"Not for long, because as soon as I get there, people will know the real Emmi, and the whole camp will know your secrets. I love you baby." By this time, she had fallen asleep, so I turned her phone off. Jason gently lifted her into the bed and slid in beside her, whilst Shane and I slipped into my bed. Nate and Caitlyn curled up on the floor mattress, falling asleep instantly. As I was about to close my eyes, I heard a moan from the other side of the room. I sat up and flipped the light on, seeing Jason sprawled out on the bed, with the younger girl straddling his hips, laying kisses on his mouth as hands went to places only fangirls could dream of.

OK, the three songs were "Popular" from the musical Wicked; "7 Things" by Miley Cyrus – and you'll learn Emmi's influence upon the lyrics soon enough; and "Burnin' Up" by… well, if you don't know, then you really are reading the wrong fiction.

This will be my last update before Christmas - my Dad is going into hospital and I'm busy with friends and family, but I hope to get an update in between Boxing Day and 28th Dec, when I go on holiday with the gang over New Years...

Happy Holidays everyone =)
xox Emmi