A/N-Thanks to sara, 29 Soft Kisses, Silvorfithrade, projectfreq91, Hottie12345k, CookieLover92, dutchesscourtney, featherbrained-flute, and JacokNortovc.

Wheeeeeeeeeeee I love Thanksgiving break. And Facebook. Which is really addicting!

Lyrics aren't mine. See Jake more Arctic Monkey lyrics!

Oh yes and those of you with Facebooks who would like to join a group dedicated to "Did You Miss Me?" I made one. The group is called, shockingly, "Did You Miss Me?" I was bored, and thought it would be fun.

Chapter Twenty One-Stolen Thunder

Calm, collected, and commandin'
You made the other stories standin'
With your renditions and jokes
Bet there's hundreds of blokes that have wept cause you've stolen their ...thunder
Are you puttin' us under?
Cause we can't take our eyes off the t-shirt and ties combination
Well see you later, innovator

Brianstorm-Arctic Monkeys

There was almost a giddy smile on my face as Sean and I walked hand in hand down to the pool. Our friends didn't know about us yet; by the time we had gotten back to our original spot, they were gone. Sean and I decided to head down to the pool-the most likely location for them on a hot summer evening. The pool was a legend to the band-it was the most tricked out pool most of us had ever seen, with its slides and diving boards. Many vets took pleasure in telling ghost stories to the freshman who then became too terrified to even walk past the place. The pool was also one of the few non-band things to do around here. We weren't like most school that had a dance to mark the end of band camp, much to the relief of the dancing challenged in the band (myself included). The last night of band camp was always on a Thursday, since the next day was the first football game of the season.

School started the day after Labor Day for us, this year on a Wednesday. I was excited for this year. I was taking four APs-U.S. History, Chem., Composition, and Music Theory III (whatever possessed me to do that and not take a study hall was beyond me…). I also had Advanced Geometry, Wind Ensemble and Jazz Band, with my two band courses switching off with each other every other day. At Sycamore Valley, we had a thing called block scheduling-I had four eighty minute classes a day for half the year, take the finals in January and then start with four new classes after finals. AP US and Music Theory were every other day all year, like Jazz and Wind, and were all year classes. Chem. and Geometry took up the other two blocks in the fall semester and Comp. and my gym and health courses I had in the spring. My schedule was crazy in and out of school.

Sean and I had gotten to be such good friends because of our crazy schedules. We knew each other through marching band, but last year we found ourselves in a lot of the same classes. We had a lot in common. We both liked a lot of the same music, we liked swimming (him more then me, of course), and we both had insane sisters. We quickly bonded. I was happy to find out that he was in two of my classes outside of band- AP US and gym.

I'm hoping that we would stay together long enough to break my pitiful boyfriend record of three and a half weeks. Rachel and Kyle had been going out for what seemed like forever, and Missy was happily single. I was so excited for my friends to see me with Sean that I subconsciously started to speed up.

"Whoa, Syd, slow down! I don't want you to hurt your knee." Sean said, pulling on my hand to slow me down. I silently cursed my knee. Six months later, it still wasn't right.

"I'll be fine." I replied. "I don't care if I'm a cripple, I'm not weak you know."

Sean shook his head. "You are such a feminist."

"And quite proud."

By the time we got to the pool, the sun had set completely. The lights on the pool deck were on, and we could hear the rowdy yells of the boys and the loud laughter of the girls. I pushed open the gate and we walked inside. No one could see us yet; they were all amused by a brightly colored beach ball. I dropped Sean's hand and walked over to where Rachel and Missy's stuff was spread over three chairs. I picked up Hayden's backpack and tossed it to the side so my bag would have a place to sit and not get wet. I peeled off my t-shirt and drumline mesh shorts to reveal my red one piece swim suit and then jumped into the cool water next to Rachel.

"Holy crap Sydney!" Rachel yelled when I surfaced. "I'm gonna kill you!" Apparently I came close to landing on her.

"Don't kill her yet Rachel." Sean said, spooking me. He was so good at diving and swimming that he was able to dive into the water with barely a splash.

"What do you mean 'yet'?" I asked, slyly, raising an eyebrow. Sean's eyes went wide.

"No! No way!" He yelped. Missy looked at us suspiciously.

"Are you two…?" She started before Rachel tackled us in a hug.

"Aw this is so cute!!" Rachel yelled, attracting everyone's attention. I looked down into the water and saw that Sean was holding my hand-a dead giveaway to hawk-eyed Rachel.

"I hate you." I told Sean.

"That's probably not a good thing, is it Syd?" He asked before kissing me quickly on the forehead. The boys started singing the wedding march while all the girls sighed. I rolled my eyes and smiled. I didn't notice that there was a pair of sad eyes on me from the other side of the pool.

The group of us spent the rest of the weekend relaxing. We played some soccer and football and hung out at the pool with the other kids that stayed. Hayden dominated us at sports, since before joining band he was a bit of a jock. If it wasn't for drumline he would probably be in winter track or spring soccer. A lot of band members who didn't do indoor were in winter sports-especially track. Out of all the sports teams at the high school, the track team was the nicest to the band. Many of them were either band members and knew someone in band.

Pretty soon, it was Sunday evening and everyone who had left for the weekend was coming back. Abby arrived in true Abby fashion-her nose was in the air, looking down on everyone that wasn't her. She daintily pushed the door to the cabin open and sighed.

"Only one more week of this, finally!" She said a chipper edge to her voice. I glared at her. "If you hate band so much, why are you here?" I asked. It annoyed me so much when people in band hated it so much. We weren't like other schools in our area that forced any kid in the music program to be in the marching band.

"My mom thinks I should humble myself and make you all feel better about yourselves by being here." Abby said, sitting on her bunk and started unpacking her Abercrombie bag.

It's probably a miracle that I haven't punched her yet...

"Yet you want to be drum major…" Rachel said, shooting her cousin a death glare.

"That's because mother wants me too. I'd rather not be in band." She said, removing layers of pink things from her bag.

She makes me want to scream.

I went out patrolling quickly right after dark. Sunday night wasn't that big of a night for patrol. Kids were getting back and unpacking and not making too much trouble. I made my way through the boy's side of the camp when a hand landed on my shoulder. I jumped and whipped around, my hands in a karate chop style.

"Hey don't kill me it's me!" James cried, coming out of the shadows. I relaxed-but didn't drop my hands.

"What was that for?!" I asked. "You scared the crap of me!"

"I just wanted to talk to you." He said, a serious tone to his voice.

"Um…okay." I said, nervously.

"Are you really going out with Sean?" He asked. I was taken aback. I didn't expect him to start talking about that.

"Um…yeah. Why is this any of your concern?" I asked.

"It's not…never mind…goodnight, Sydney." James turned away and walked back to his cabin.

"Alright…goodnight…" I said to no one in particular.

A/N-Yay new chappie! Hope you all had a great Thanksgiving if you're American, and if you're shopping today, um…have fun? Haha reviews rock!