Hey guys, I finally listened to that poll for once, even though I really kinda didn't want to…oh well, this story is for my readers, so I'll do what you guys tell me to (sometimes!) okay, I hope you like this one! Thanks to everyone who supports this fic! Plus, to the twenty four of you (OMFG) who favorited this story. I LOVE YOU GUYS!

This chapter is dedicated to wonderinglife, for being amazing and reviewing on all the chapters at once! Thanks so much!

Disclaimer: If I owned them, would I be writing Fan Fictions about them? And would I be upset I'm missing two episodes? Nope, not me!

Sorry that this chapter isn't as good as the others!!

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Gwen rolled over for the hundredth time on her bunk, unable to sleep as she desperately wanted to. Any normal person would have fallen asleep after such a grueling night in a tree, of all places, and after a relaxing day in a hot tub. But then again, Gwen was hardly ever considered "normal". Sighing, she breathed in a lungful of the musty air in the girl's cabin before leaning her legs out in the side of her bunk. As she hopped down, careful to not disturb any of the girls' peaceful snoring, she slipped on a black hoodie and bounced outside, needing a breath of fresh air to quiet her mind. Unfortunately, a pair of dark eyes watched her leave, finally finding their shot at revenge.

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About twenty feet away from where Gwen was escaping, Trent was sitting up in his own bunk, unable to sleep either. The nasty smell of Owen's sweaty socks and Cody's stale body spray (to impress Gwen??) was filling up his nostrils. Plus, the thoughts of Gwen swirling around his head were making him unable to think straight. And any half dreams he had had since he went to bed three hours ago were about her, too. He had to get out of the cabin before his head exploded. Holding his breath, he dashed out of the cabin. During his rapid flight, he ran smack into the person he'd been trying to escape in his head—an unexpecting Gwen.

"Hello to you too!" Gwen said, rubbing her head where it had collided into Trent's chest.

"Oh my gosh Gwen, are you okay? I didn't mean to hit you, I wasn't paying attention…"

"Chill, it's really okay. See, all better!" Gwen smiled and stood up. Trent sheepishly scratched the back of his head. "So," Gwen continued, "fancy meeting you here. Couldn't sleep?"

"Yeah…Cody's awful cologne and Owen's…manstink is killing me! Plus I, uh, had a lot on my mind."

"Me too. I just can't seem to fall asleep."

The two walked in silence, making their way to a small clearing where a dead log lay. Trent cleared off a spot for Gwen to sit, which she gratefully accepted, and sat himself next to her. They looked up at the sky to see an amazing array of stars twinkling above them.

"It's really beautiful. The sky, I mean", Gwen said in a low voice that was nearly a whisper.

"Yeah...it really is…" Trent said, his eyes cast on her rather than the sky. He suddenly remembered his promise to himself. Now was a perfect chance and yet…

It didn't feel right. Now wasn't the time; there would be a time soon, but he decided to wait until it found them.

Instead, he placed his hand over hers and enjoyed the comfortable silence surrounding them.

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"I'm going to hate when one of us goes home…" Gwen said, this time in a real whisper. It had been nearly twenty minutes since either had spoken, both of them lost in their thoughts while staring at the sky.

"Hey, don't say that…when the time comes, we'll think about that. Right now…I don't want to think about, well, leaving you." He smiled genuinely at her. Her head still was bowed, looking down at the ground. "I—I don't want to leave you either, Trent…". She could feel the damn tears filling her eyes, and desperately tried to hide them. Swallowing hard, she continued, "You're the first real friend I've had in a long time, as pathetic as it sounds. I don't want that to end."

"That's not pathetic at all. You know, you're probably the first real friend I've ever had," Trent replied.

Gwen smacked him the arm. "Yeah, right, mister popularity! You probably have more friends than everyone on this camp put together!"

Trent took a deep breath, and turned to look at Gwen properly. "Okay, I'm going to tell you something. But don't laugh at me, okay?" Gwen nodded.

"I'm deathly afraid of pigs."

"What?" she snickered a little, then forced herself to stop. "That's…different. And random."

"You're the only person I have ever told that to. You see, people think I have a lot of friends, but nobody knows anything about me. For whatever reason, people seem to like me right away. They think I'm all popular, but I really don't have any actual friends. Nobody knows me, you know? Except for you, I haven't ever had a real friend who actually gets to know me. Whatever mystical force makes them like me doesn't make them my friend…" he trailed off.

"Aww, that's actually kind of sad."

"But the happy thing is, I met you."

Gwen blushed, and hated her porcelain skin for being to luminescent in the night. Trent laughed at her teasingly before another silence engulfed them. After a few minutes, Gwen's eyes began to close, and she started to fall asleep on Trent's shoulder. For some reason, her actions made him feel euphorically happy, and soon enough found himself growing sleepy as well. Not wanting to wake Gwen up from her finally deep sleep, he swiftly scooped her up and walked back towards the cabin. Being sure not to wake any of the other campers, he quietly and gently lay her down on the bunk. In the darkness he couldn't find her blankets, so he whipped off his jacket and lay it across her sleeping figure. In Gwen's sleep, she snuggled closer into it.

Trent couldn't help himself—swooping down her very softly brushed his lips against her in a whisper kiss. Before she could wake up, we bounded from the bedside into his own cabin, to sleep better than he had all summer.

Unfortunately, it was the last good night's sleep Gwen would have the rest of the week, due to a horrific prank"innocent" Heather decided to play. On the bedside table closest to the demon girl, a page of Gwen's diary was opened to read:

July 11th, 2008. I just realized I don't have my allergy medicine. Oh well, it's not a big deal really. I just have to be careful not to have any powdered sugar near me. It's not like Chef makes any desserts with that in it anyway…Still, I certainly don't want to get sent home because I'm stuck in bed with a fever for a few days…

Heather smiled diabolically in her sleep.

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Oh, no she didn't!

JUST SO YOU KNOW THAT KISS SO DOESN"T COUNT!

Lol, at least I don't think it does. When I say kiss I mean a real kiss people!

EW this was so fluffy it makes me want to hurl! Oh well, people requested me to write more fluffy so here it is…ahhh I hope you guys (u know who you are!) liked it!

I'm going to update in the morning AND tomorrow evening, so look out for that! Please review and of course do the poll—this is vital to me writing my next chapter!

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