Hello everyone! Just one more chapter to go! "It's You"is about to become..."It's Over". Ha! You wouldn't believe how long I have thought of that pun and now I finally get to use it. I know I keep saying this, but I appreciate your love SO much; it has kept this story alive, and now that we've almost reached the end, I can't help but feel a little teary-eyed. As promised this is not the end of Lizzy and Keith, I am working on several more stories so feel free to check them out. Anyway, without further ado...

"Come on, Lance." Hunk knocks on the bathroom door again. "I really need to pee."

"There is a process to looking this awesome, Hunk. It involves various lotions in a certain order; you can't rush it. Respect the process."

"You've been there for twenty minutes. It's almost time to go."

It's the only bathroom we have. I sigh as I walk over to the closed door, Hunk moves over as I take his place.

"Lance," I call. "Hunk is our guest. And it's almost time to go-"

The door opens suddenly and Lance grins at us. He's still wearing his blue bathrobe but I've got to hand it to him, his face does look pretty clear. Except for the scar which he's taken to naming it Eloise.

"You can't be this handsome-"

Hunk pushes past him yelling something that sounds like 'gottogo'. The door closes with a slam and we head towards the kitchen where my mom is preparing breakfast.

"I don't see why I even agreed for you both to go." She frets. "It's not too late to keep you here."

"Mom. I'll be fine. Me and Hunk will take care of Lance."

"And Eloise." Lance adds pointing to his cut. "Don't forget Eloise."

"And Eloise."

Mom frowns a bit worried. "I don't know..."

"Come one Mom. We never do anything fun." Lance protests. "Besides I got all my stuffed packed up. It took hours."

Hunk comes into the kitchen and smiles.

"Hello Mrs. McClain."

"Hunk! How many time have I told you to call me Maria." She looks at the clock. "Shoot, I'm late. Call me as soon as they pick you up. And when you get there. And at night."

"Yes mom." Lance says.

"If you feel sick, or if you headache is acting up again, call me. I'll pick you up." She goes around and gives all three if us a tight hug. "Be careful. And eat the pancakes I just made for you."

"Don't worry, Mrs. McClain, I'll make sure they eat." Hunk says.

"Thank you, Hunk. Make sure these two don't get into any trouble. They seem to be attracted to it."

"Hey!" Lance protests.

"We'll behave, Mom." I tell her.

"I love you." She says as she walks out the front door. A few minutes later, I hear her car pull out the driveway. I look at the clock hanging above out sink.

"Alright. Lance you need to dress. We still need to eat. And Keith arrives in half an hour."

I bring the plateful of pancakes to the table and Hunk helps me set it up while Lance changes. After about five minutes, he bursts into the dining room and poses for us.

"How hot do you think it gets there- Hey! You started without me. No fair." He slumps into the chair and begins eating. Between mouthfuls, he fills Hunk in on his view on Keith.

"...and his mullet. Hunk, you are going to laugh when you see it. I mean, it's an odd-"

"Lance." I warn.

"What?" He says innocently.

"Can I pick the music?"

"No, Lance, you always pick the music."

"Why don't we just listen to the radio?"

"Hunk, the radio is the single most boring-"

Shiro cuts in. "Why don't we listen to each person's music for an hour? And the we switch it up."

His geniusness shuts up up. There is a reason why he's the adult.

"I go first!" Pidge calls out from the back passing the phone to Lance besides me and he passes it to Keith. In turn, Keith plugs it and soon some indie music starts playing; which Hunk starts humming along to. It took us a few minutes to decide how to seat ourselves but in the end, Keith was shotgun because he was giving driving instructions to Shiro. Lance and I were in the two seats behind him and Hunk and Pidge were in the seats behind us.

They immediately hit it off. When Hunk first saw the inside of the car, he said 'Whoa. It's bigger on the inside.' Pidge squealed and yelled 'A fellow Whovian!' Since then, they've been talking non-stop about theories and different shows. I joined the conversation every one in a while when they mentioned shows that I watch.

Meanwhile, Lance asks Shiro about his adventures to which Shiro responds in detail. It's kind of cute to see the rapt expression on Lance's face when his hero talks. As we drive, the sun rises in front of us. Every one in a while whenever a car cuts in front of us and Shiro has to break, I feel Lance tense up besides me. His fingers curl up into a fist; he's been nervous being in a car ever since the accident. The first ride home from the hospital, he kept cringing at every car that approached us. Now every time this happens, I point out some little detail to him in hopes of distracting him; and it seems to work.

The car is filled with Hunk's music now and the easy chatter of teenagers, plus Shiro. Behind me, I hear Hunk and Pidge playing some video game. Keith is focused on the passing landscape while Lance and Shiro talk. There's a difference between us now that we have people around. I'm not sure about him, but for me, there's almost a pressure to act as casual as we can. This is the first time Hunk's met Keith. This is also the first time I've met either Shiro or Pidge. I don't want to screw it up.

Before long, the car's rocking motion makes my eyes heavy and I lean against Lance. He pats my head as if I was a toddler and keeps on talking to Shiro.

"YES! We're here!" Lance's voice wakes me up. I check the time and realize it's already noon. Immediately I notice that we're in the middle of the desert. It's surprisingly alive. I imagine the desert to have more sand but there are tough bushes everywhere making the scene surprisingly green.

"Alright everybody," Shiro says turning around to look at us. "We have about six hours until the sun sets. Let's get camp ready. Let's get into three groups of two. Pidge and Lizzy, can you look for firewood?"

I nod and Pidge voices her assent.

"Thank you. Lance and I will make the tents while Keith and Hunk set up the camp. If we finish up early, we'll help set up the camp. Alright. There are no dangers to snakes or scorpions this time of year but even so, use the buddy system."

I like what Shiro is doing. By teaming us together, he's subtly getting all of us to know each other; I can see why Keith looks up to him so much.

"Uh," Hunk's nervous voice come from the back. "Are there any coyotes or any other dangerous animal we need to worry about?"

"Coyotes usually don't near humans but it doesn't hurt to be wary." Shiro smiled. "Don't worry guys, this is going to be fun.

"Keith must really like you." Pidge says bending down to pick up some wood. This is the third trip we've made for firewood-there is surprising a lot in the desert. "I'm not usually the mushy feely person but I've gotta admit, it's cute."

My face heats up and it's not because of the sun. "Thank you. You know, it's really nice to meet you, finally."

She laughs and shakes her head. "Same here." She gets a mischievous smile. "I imagine you want to hear some embarrassing stories about Keith, huh? Don't tell him I told you but when he was younger, about six years ago, he tired to adopt a coyote."

I laugh. "No way, a coyote?"

"Yep. It was fully grown too. He named it Brownie, I think. That 'dog' followed him everywhere; that is, until Shiro found out about it."

I try to imagine the scene playing out: a younger Keith hugging the poor coyote while Shiro stands exasperated. It's actually something I can imagine him doing.

"What happened next?"

"They went here. Matt too. My mom didn't let me come, but Shiro told me later what happened. Apparently after they left it near a stream, Keith was leaving pieces of bacon for Brownie to follow. Which he did. It wasn't until they were halfway home that Matt realized Brownie was in the van."

"Aw, they should have kept the dog." I say.

"That's what I said!" She shifts the bundle of firewood in her arms. "Do you think this is enough?"

"Yeah." I bend down to pick up one last stick. "We have a whole bunch at camp. Besides," I look at the fading sun. "It's getting dark, and I'm hungry."

When we arrive back at camp, I see that the boys have done a pretty good job setting it up. There are only two tents set up-one I recognize as Hunk's. Next to that one is another tent, which going by the backpack that lays unopened, I assume it's Pidge's. Then, there are four sleeping bags that surround the fire pit and complete the circle. I recognize Lance's which is next to Hunks, and my own which is next to Lance's sleeping bag. With a start I realize that Keith's sleeping bag is next to mine. Shiro trusts us. Suddenly he doesn't seem so much like a stranger anymore. Keith is kneeling by the pit working on building the fire; while Hunk and Shiro prepare the food. All in all, this camp has a cozy feel to it.

"Whoa." I say. "You guys did an amazing job."

"I know right?" Lance says. He's sitting across from Keith, breaking the firewood we found into smaller pieces. I go over to them and put the firewood into the pile between Pidge's tent and a sleeping bag.

"So, what's for dinner?" I sit down between them.

"Hunk's making hot-dogs and Shiro...Shiro is just trying to help. He's never been the best cook." Keith says with a smile.

"It's cool, man. Hunk can make anything taste good." Lance says. This makes me pause. They're actually not...fighting. Lance catches my confused look.

"We made a deal. The first one to start a fight loses." Of course. The only way to get them to behave is through competition. "I mean at least until this trip is over. I don't think my boy, Keith, can handle not yelling at me."

"I am not your boy." Keith says.

"See? He's already going to lose." There's a yell behind us and I see Hunk is balancing quite dangerously a tower of meat. Lance jumps to his feet and runs up to help him.

"So, whose idea was it to make the deal?" I ask Keith. He smiles craftily.

"Mine. I knew he couldn't resist a bet." I smack his arm lightly.

"You are so sneaky. But I like it."

"I'm surprised Lance didn't catch on to the ruse." He says as he strikes another match. Smoke starts to emerge from the fire.

"Nice! And he likes competition too much to give it up." He laughs.

"Hey guys. Oh good, you got the fire to start." Hunk says.

Pidge come over as well and sets down two logs in front of the fire. One, Hunk uses for himself and the other as a table to put the food on. I see that there are sausages on sticks, somewhat like kebabs. While he adds some type of sauce to them, Shiro and Lance help bring the condiments. Once Hunk is done, he gives us each a sausage on a stick to cook. Most of us manage to not burn them but after two of Shiro's sticks fall into the fire, Hunk resolves on cooking Shiro's food himself.

As we eat, Lance launched into a winded story about his car crash. He makes several exaggerations, making the story into a near death experience in which he heroically escaped from; but I have to hand it to my brother, he is quite the story teller.

The sun eventually dips into the horizon and the dying light paints the desert mountains into a colorful painting of purple and red. Keith tells me that tomorrow, we're going to explore them. There are some caves that him and Shiro found when they were younger. Eventually, the stars begin to cover the entire sky and our little fire is the only light we see for miles and miles. Despite the distance from other people, I don't feel along. Being here with both friends and family, I feel at home. I lean on Keith's shoulder while Shiro tells another of his stories- it sees like he is never going to run out of them. This particular one is about when him and Keith were younger. As he talks I keep imagining little Keith running around and getting into trouble.

"It seems you were always a troublemaker." I whisper. He leans his head to rest on mine.

"From what I've seen, so were you." He takes my hand and gives a soft squeeze. "I'm glad I met you."

"Me too." I have the urge to kiss him but it seems inappropriate to do it in front of so many people. Maybe later.

Shiro finishes his story and Hunk, with Pidge's help, immediately passes around s'mores. There is a celebratory air around the cabin; and I can't help thinking that we should have done this earlier. We decide to do the cheesy thing and sing campfire songs-which none of us know any, so in the end we sing popular pop songs that everyone knows. It's amazing, really, hearing Keith sing the entire Last Friday Night.(T.G.I.F) song. The night is filled with out off-key singing and laughter.

When I wake up, everyone's fast asleep. The fire is slowly dying but it's such a nice night that we don't even need it's heat. I stretch and turn to my side; Keith is curled up. His relaxed face make him look years younger. I realize that the last time I saw him asleep was after he got hurt. It's amazing how everything has changed since then.

Keith's eyes open slowly and when they focus on mine, he gives me a sleepy smile.

"Hey." He murmurs. He shifts a little, his eyes already drooping closed.

"Hey."

"I love you." He mumbles. It's so low that I almost don't hear it.

"I love you too." I fall asleep with a smile on my lips.