A/N: Oh, gosh, sorry's not gonna cut it this time, is it? I've been working elsewhere, especially school, and sorta forgot about this, my only active story. I feel terrible about it. I'm working on an ending soon so I can wrap this up and stop neglecting my only urgent fanfic. Thanks for sticking with me.
Angel P.O.V.
So, after that nice dinner, the camp actually let us have a night activity. I sit with Nudge rambling in my ear, mostly about Iggy's apparent crush and partially about Doctor Who. I don't understand any of it. The campfire hasn't actually started yet so the six of us sit together and talk about the mysterious lake.
"So, Fang and I did some research this morning," Max starts. Iggy rolls his eyes and Max punches his shoulder.
"The lake is haunted?" Gazzy asks while staring straight up into the sky. "That's nice."
Max groans. "You guys are so inattentive! I have news if anyone's interested!"
"Don't worry, Max," I say, "I'm listening."
"Ok," she replies, apparently accepting that only a seven-year-old is listening. "This camp is run down, right?" I nod.
"Max and I found on the website that this place gets a lot of money for upkeep and that kinda stuff," Fang pitches in, showing off his poeticalness.
"Yeah, sure," I say. "Our parents donate a lot, kinda a bribe so they don't kick Gaz and me out."
Max is about to reply when she stops and makes a face. "Your last name is Martin, right?"
"Yessss," I draw out.
"I still think it should be martian," Gazzy so elegantly puts in.
"So, are you related to Isabelle Martin?" she asks warily, though I don't know why.
"Yeah, she's our mom," Gazzy says before I have a chance to reply.
"Oh, that's cool," Max says, "she works with my father."
"Really? That's-" I try to continue but Nudge cuts me off.
"Oh, my gosh, you guys!" she says. "I just thought of something. If this camp gets a bunch of money and it isn't using it for the upkeep and that stuff, than maybe they're training spies and they need the money to do it. And maybe the spies are using the lake somehow."
"I doubt they're using spies but I think you're onto something," Max replies. "Maybe they're using the money elsewhere, like on the turquoise lake in some way, shape or fashion."
"I love fashion," Nudge says offhandedly. Max ignores it.
"Nice theory, Max," I say. Max smiles at me just as the campfire starts along with the cheesy camp songs. Oh, the joys of camp.
-PRETEND THIS IS A LEGIT LINE BREAK-
Back in the cabin, we get ready for bed. Max falls asleep fast, her breathing quickly becomes steady. Nudge and I take a bit longer.
"Ange?" Nudge calls as she shines a flashlight in my face. I glance over at her and she grins.
"Hmm?" I reply, not really caring if she gets mad at me for it.
"Are you still willing to spy for me?" she asks. Her face shows genuine concern for the topic but, again, I don't know why.
"Yeah," I reply, "but I don't think it matters so much. I mean, what's the worst that can happen? He likes someone else and you move on?"
"Well," she starts. I lay down, assuming this is going to take a while. "It's not really a matter of if he likes me. I just want to know who he likes because I am curious. Like Curious George! Did you know that the Doctor likes bananas? He-"
"Nudge," I cut her off mid rant. "Why do I have to spy?"
"OMG, that rhymed," Nudge says, cutting off my thoughts entirely. "I like to rhyme all the time, I'm a poet and I didn't know it, you know except for I did know it. Don't you love music? Especially the music videos! You know, I don't understand why Vevo has such a bad rep, I mean, what's wrong with a place to just access official music videos without the annoying YouTubers. Not that I have anything against YouTube, that is. I just-"
"Shut up and go to sleep!" Max screams. We shut up.
-YEP, STILL LEGIT, STILL LINE BREAKS-
Max P.O.V.
You'll never believe this, but I actually wake up semi-naturally. I guess Angel and Nudge felt bad about waking me up last night and let me sleep in. The bad part is that I'm late for a meal. Max is not happy.
I yank on a t-shirt and jeans, hastily brush my teeth (my dentist would kill me for that), tug my shoes and socks on and am out the door in four minutes (more or less). As I barrel down the pathways, I nearly knock Nudge, who must've been walking slowly, over.
"Max!" she exclaims. "You're not as late as you thought you were, the clock is broken."
I groan, nothing worse than an unnecessary early wake up. "Great."
"Yep," Nudge says a bit uselessly. She goes back to what she was doing, singing about dancing or something. After a while of rather annoying pop music, I decide to ask why in the world she's singing that.
"Nudge?" I ask. "What are you singing that for?"
She takes a deep breath. Oh, crap…
"I found out that we're square dancing tonight, isn't that great? I mean, the song's more about ballroom-type dancing and now that I think about it, to a Whovian it can sound very suggestive but I digress. Really, we get to dance tonight and that's great because, I don't know why but it's still totally awesome and… stuff."
"Wow," I say, "you stopped a rant all by yourself. I think that deserves a pat on the back."
"Yup," she replies, patting herself on the back. "You excited?"
I smile, but only on the inside. "I guess. It sounds kinda fun."
"Yippee!" she shouts, skipping in circles in a way I thought only Taylor Swift could pull off. And, somehow, she doesn't trip over any pebbles. Nudge is having a good day.
A/N: My sincerest apologies, but that's the end of this chapter. I know, tiny. I have been much more of a reader than an author lately and I really should focus on finishing. If there's anyone still out there, thank you so, so much for reading.
And a question, should I change my pen name to LlamaPonds? It's an pseudonym I've been using on most other sites and I'm really quite fond of it. Does anyone really like my current pen name, it's awfully long...
