OMG. I'M ACTUALLY WRITING SOMETHING.

Sorry I've been gone for literally 4.4 billion years, but um… when the summer ended… I wasn't in the mood to write anymore.

But then this magical thing just happened. I was skimming through my iTunes library, and I didn't know what to listen to, so I clicked a random song with my closed eyes, and of course,

Gone Too Soon.

So I had to pause it before it really started to pull up fanfiction and it was taking about 20 minutes to load when I realized what an idiot I was.

It's saved on my computer. *Facepalm*

So I read it while listening to the song and now I'm inspired to write something. Since I'm all depressed-like now from reading that story, I was thinking of doing that songfic to "Save You" that's been sitting in the back of my head for a month that you didn't know about. But I also could do one song from the small stash of All Time Low songs that I really know that I'm willing to expand because they can be quite funny…

And I also apologize to the FFAMIR (if you know what that stands for…) fans because I was stupid enough to make their trip A FRICKIN WHOLE WEEK so I don't know what to do about that… I only have ideas for when they get back (would you like me to post that really boring chapter that I wrote just so that I could end the damn trip and get back to camp? I think I'll do that…)

NVM, this will be ANOTHER chapter to FFAMIR so… yeah…

YAY FLUFF!

So after the campers were a few days into the trip, they had to go camping. As Sam was admiring the amazing, non-metropolis affected land with the dark green trees filtering the sunlight, the crunching leaves beneath them, the sweet-smelling grass, and the true fresh air feeling, two complete nerds who you all know and love were just playing Rainforest… Demolition… Three.

Wow.

Sam didn't even know that existed. I mean, you would think that all the time she put into protesting that stupid game because it apparently "gave teens the wrong idea about nature," and "had no purpose, you just build the stupid forest and tear it down" would mean something. Okay, no. Who on Earth would want to listen to a few kids led by a fifteen year-old girl in-? Okay, maybe the fact that she was in combat boots was slightly threatening, but overall it was quite unimpressive.

"Guys, could you just appreciate the fact that we're city kids going camping? I mean, not everybody's lucky enough to do this," Sam shouted. "Just turn off the stupid things! It's not so hard!"

Apparently, fifteen year-old males could become deaf as they wished.

Sam rolled her eyes.

"Fine, I'll just take them then," Sam smiled as she forced them out of their hands, and saw their almost puppy-dog looks. They regained their sense of speech along with their hearing.

"Bu-bu-but I was just starting to demolish the Fenton Acres!"

"BUT I WANT MY GAME BAAAAAAAACK!"

"WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO US?"

Oh yeah, they were totally teens.

"Guys, I'm sorry, but couldn't you just appreciate the scene for two seconds? Instead of dreaming about demolishing a forest, why not just enjoy this one? It might not be a rainforest, but it's still a forest! If we were still kids, we would be like… in a spooky dark forest searching for the Spirit of Halloween or something! Can't we just forget that we have these stupid electronics in this century?" Sam raged.

The boys tried to count how many times she said "forest" in that sentence. Tucker looked up.

"Um, Sam… I think we have some more important things to worry about," Tucker said as he indicated the lack of any other humans in the vicinity.

Sam spun around, and Danny looked up.

"It's fine, I can fly you guys around while we follow the tracks," Danny said.

"Danny, you're a genius!" Sam exclaimed.

As they got further down, the tracks started to turn to the grass. It was probably so that the campers could admire an animal at a closer distance. However, it seemed as though they have taken a different path afterwards, because no feet returned to the dirt. Weird. If their camp was normal, and took your average, everyday safety precautions, they wouldn't have strayed. But no, they just had to look at the freaking rabbit or deer or mushroom or whatever. Sam wouldn't have minded if she was there as it happened, but she wasn't. So now they were totally lost. Great. Nothing but a ghost-kid, a techno-geek, and a Goth girl to survive with. Who knew how long they'd be there? Sam tried her phone. No signal. Same for Tucker ("nooooo!"). Jeez, does he think that just because he's overly into technology he would have some magic power of being a giant satellite and being able to call a person anywhere in the universe? Sam was getting really crabby. They started to look for shelter. Sam said that it's best to stay in one place if you're lost, because then you're easier to find you. The boys didn't know this, because obviously, they weren't paying attention.

Sam told them to start collecting dry wood. Some long ones for shelter, and short ones for fire. She collected the rocks and the leaves. Sam started putting the rocks in a slightly large circle, and set out for twigs. She came back, and waited for Danny and Tucker. She told them to get a lot of wood. About twenty minutes later, they appeared. They clearly obeyed. Sam walked to the sideways-growing tree, and started leaning the long, thick branches against it, to create a lean-to. On top of that, she put her leaves to block out any weather, and twigs on top of those to keep them in place. She put their small backpacks under their new "house", and put the rest of the wood into the infant fire-pit. The boys were rubbing rocks together to create fire. Tucker seemed as though he were about to cry and throw the rocks in tantrum. Danny seemed a bit more determined, however uncertain about the fate of the stones all the same.

"Guys…" Sam started.

"What?" they groaned, and each looked up.

"You can't just make a fire out of any stones," she continued. "You need flint or something, I think. But seeing as no one's in the mood… Danny, could your ectoplasmic energy… create fire? I've noticed it smoke when coming in contact with stuff…"

"Sam, I shoot beams of ice from my eyes. How could I create fire?"

"Well Sam thinks you look pretty smoking no matter what you do," Tucker sniggered at his own joke. The other two just stared. It may be cliché, but you could hear the crickets chirping.

"Well, do we have anything in our bags to create fire? Normally I'd hope not, but um…" Sam said awkwardly.

"Seeing as none of us smoke, the answer to that would be 'no'," Tucker responded.

"Well maybe we could take the chargers of your Gameboys or whatever and get a spark and-"

"NO!" they responded. "Besides," Tucker continued, "you'd need an outlet for that. And if you can find one connected to a tree, I assure you that you will get an award."

"Well, maybe some idiot left a lighter or something on the ground because he wanted to murder innocent beings by creating a forest fire, so why don't we search?"

You can guess who said that.

"Fine. But I'm sure that if it's on the ground, it doesn't work anymore anyway," Danny muttered.

They took they're flashlights, and by nightfall, they found nothing.

"Guys, it's getting late. We need to get back," Sam whispered. She didn't want a wild animal to find them. She also didn't want to get lost, or lose their extremely minimal food supply to a raccoon or a bear.

As they traveled back, Tucker's stomach growled rather loudly.

"So what is there to eat?" he asked.

"Whatever you guys packed," Sam responded.

Danny and Tucker looked at each other. They had feasted on their candy supply while driving to the campsite, of course.

"Fine, but all I have are two granola bars. How are we supposed to share that between three teenagers?" Sam asked, a bit ticked.

"You and Danny split one and I get the other?" Tucker asked, rather hopefully. He knew it was a lost cause however when he saw Sam's face. "Never mind," he mumbled.

After an extremely meager meal, Sam's warnings not to eat any berries because there was a very high chance that they were poisonous, and their best bet other than that was to eat insects which was not an option, they were ready to sleep.

"Okay, now I'm going to have to sleep between you two to keep you guys from getting too… messy," Tucker said, trying to make this as awkward as possible. "I know how you kids work. Next thing you know, you're having triplets."

The couple glared at him. Tucker grinned. "Good night!" he said as he went to the center of the lean-to. The other two followed, and lay down on either side of him. He was already out like a light. Sam shivered. Danny quietly got out and moved next to Sam. He wrapped half of his gray hoodie around her. She smiled up at him, and cuddled closer.

"You know, I brought the co-" she started, half-jokingly. "Oh damn it, never mind. They're in my suitcase."

"What are?"

"Well… oh, stop it. You know very well what."

He propped himself up on his elbow, which was all a bit awkward, considering the fact that they were sharing a sweater, and looked down at her, smiling.

"No I don't."

"Stop mocking me with that stupid smile," she punched his arm. He pretended to be in severe pain.

"Ow, Sam!" he whispered. "You can't beat me up, I'm the guy in this relationship!" He smiled again.

"A.K.A., the sexist pig. Goodnight." She turned over. Considering they were sharing a garment, he turned over as well, and put his arm across her stomach. She held the hand draped over her. He kissed her head.

"Goodnight," he responded.