Good news and bad news, boys and girls. Good news is that I started college! YAY! Bad news is, this will leave me a little less time for stories. That in NO way means that I'll stop writing. On the contrary! I have a bunch of awesome stories lined up behind those I already started! But if you notice that I haven't been updating for a while, you know why. So with that said, here's the next chapter.

It was early the next morning. After a day of recuperating their memories, the teens finally let the realization sink in, which, depending on who you're thinking about, was either good news or bad news.

If you were thinking about Geoff, it was definitely bad news!

Gwen was walking all over camp, trying to track Geoff down. She was unable to find him yesterday, but she wasn't going to give up until she talked to him.

"Geoff!" she called, "Where are you?! I need to talk about you and Bridgette!"

Little did Gwen know that it was that very reason why Geoff was hiding from her. The last thing he wanted to do was talk about the "good ol' days".

Why does Gwen want to find me so bad? Thought Geoff from his hiding spot behind the Killer Bass cabin. Bridge and me broke up! Can't people just leave it at that?

"There you are!" Gwen's voice popped up from behind him. Geoff nearly jumped out of his skin. He turned around to face a "not-so-happy" Gwen staring back at him.

"Hiya… Gwen." he said. Pausing for but a moment, he continued, "So, how's it―"

Before Geoff could say another word, Gwen slapped him across the face, causing him to walk backwards into the cabin wall. "What the hell is wrong with you Geoff?!?!" Demanded Gwen, poking him hard in the chest, "Why did you break up with Bridgette. Did you know I found her in tears yesterday? Bridgette never cries! What were you thinking?!?!"

"Look, it was for her own good." said Geoff. He realized a second too late that what he said was not the right thing to say. "No! Wait! That's not what it―"

"For her own GOOD!!!" yelled Gwen, "Tell me, were you born with no brains in your head, or did you dig them out with a fork later in life?"

"Gah!" exclaimed Geoff, slapping his forehead in distress, "That's not what it sounds like! I didn't want to hurt her!" Again, Geoff realized a second to late that his words were about to get him in yet another heap of trouble. "No! That's not what I meant to―"

"You didn't want to hurt her, huh?" said Gwen angrily, "Yeah, good job, Geoff! Breaking up with a girl, who's really into you, for no reason at all is a great way to keep a girl from getting hurt!"

Geoff sighed, "Look, it's… it's just… it's complicated, alright?"

"What's complicated? You guys were perfect for each other! Before yesterday, you guys―" Then Gwen realized something, "Wait a second."

"No! Gwen, this has nothing to do with―"

"You broke up with Bridgette…"

"I'm telling you, our memories are not related―"

"Because of your number?!?!"

Geoff sighed, "Yes, alright. But it's more than that. It's not just my number, or my past status, or even what kind of an agent I was back in the day. It was what I did that I'm ashamed of, and I didn't want Bridge to realize that she was dating a jerk like me. She's better than that! She's deserves better than that!"

"She also deserves better than to have her heart broken without knowing why!" pointed out Gwen.

Geoff stayed silent for a while, until finally, he said, "You know what, you're right. She does deserve to know the truth." Geoff took in a deep breath, "Thanks Gwen."

"Just go talk to her!" Gwen said back.

Geoff nodded, and walked out into the campgrounds. But little did Gwen know that it wasn't to find Bridgette.

For Numbah 274, the time for talking was over. Way over.

Meanwhile, Owen had set Izzy down to talk about Leshawna, also known as Numbah 5.

"No way, Owen!" insisted Izzy in her thick Irish accent, "You start being all 'buddy-buddy' with Numbah 5 again, and before you know it, old feelings are starting to creep back to you. Then it's gonna have to come down to a choice: her or me!"

"C'mon Izzy!" said Owen, "Me and Numbah 5 had our… moments, but that's waaaaaay over! You gotta believe that!"

"Me and Numbah 5 aren't even friends! She didn't even come to my slumber party when we were kids."

"Well," though Owen, "Maybe Numbah 86 and Numbah 5 weren't friends, but do you think Izzy and Leshawna could be friends?"

"Hmm…" thought Izzy, tapping her chin.

"Please? With whipped cream and chocolate syrup and those little green sprinkles on top?" begged Owen.

"Fine. But I've got my eye on her! One wrong move, and she's gonna be '86ed', if you know what I mean."

Owen laughed nervously, "Yeah, uh, thanks Izz―" Izzy interrupted him with a big kiss.

"Okay, bye!" she chirped gleefully before she skipped away.

Chris, all the while, was quietly watching everyone while leaned up against a tree, his face a little hidden by the shade.

"I don't get it!" he whispered to himself, "A few days ago, I couldn't care less! But now, all this KND mumbo jumbo makes me sick! Especially that Nigel kid! What is it about that kid that makes my skin crawl?"

"Attention all KND operatives!" Nigel's voice said over the PA system, "Report to the mess hall for a mission briefing. It's time to end this, once and for all!"

Chris grumbled, "I really hate that kid!"

A little short (okay, really short), but to the point. Anyway, I hope to post again really soon! Bye!!!