Wow, please excuse me while I scrape my jaw off the floor! I came home bummed because I failed my maths exam and this kinda made me forget all about it! Seriously, there are so many votes!!! Sadly, I can't call them reviews because most of them just contain which couple they want

I'd like to thank someone for telling me that my story is interactive and that I could get my ass banned from fanfiction.net. Darn. I knew there is a reason I should read the rules! =D

Here is my tally-up:

Trory – ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| = 81

Literati – ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| = 59

Narco – || = 2

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Chapter 3: Boyfriend Blues

You're kissing Jess. A moment later, her senses kicked in and she broke off the kiss. Oh my god, you're kissing Jess! What are you doing, Rory? Are you just using him to get over Dean? You've only just broken up with him; he's going to think he's the rebound guy, when he's not. He's much, much more than that isn't he? She scooted over, away from the feelings his kiss stirred up inside her, away from Jess. The close proximity had clouded her brain, she thought.

Jess watched her and mentally hit himself upside the head. She's still not ready for this relationship, is she?

Rory stood up, and brushed off her jeans. "I'm sorry," she muttered. "I've got to go now, it's getting late." She began to walk away not brave enough to look at Jess.

Jess scowled at the water surface. He should have known not to make such a stupid, screwed up move. Hell, even his mother said he was a screw-up. "Rory," he called out to her back.

Rory turned around slowly, hesitating even as she moved. "Yeah?" she said, her voice hardly rising more than a whisper.

"I'll see you later."

Rory sighed in relief. She thought he would ask her some questions that she just wasn't ready for. Like, what are we?

She walked in the direction of her cabin, leaving Jess watching the dark lake gloomily.

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Rory woke up to a loud, consistent sound. She sat up in bed, wondering what the hell the sound was, then realized it had to be the wake-up call. She sighed and glanced at her durable baby-g watch. 6.30. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and then remembered that it was the day that she would meet her happy campers.' Again, she prayed that they would be nice and easy to handle.

She tied her hair up briskly in a ponytail, grabbed a quick cup of coffee from the canteen and ran out to the conference room. She saw Jess and could feel his eyes on her, but couldn't look at him. Linda greeted the counselors.

"Hope you had a comfortable sleep, because you're going to need the energy today," said Andrew. "The kids are coming around 10 o'clock, in 2 buses. There are going to be 40 kids altogether, as you should have worked out since each of you are in charge of 4. Everyone will need to wear nametags for the first couple of days."

The counselors nodded.

"Okay, each of you are going to get a color, and five ribbons. You will have to wear these ribbons all the time as it makes sorting out easier for us," continued Linda. "Breakfast is at eight, lunch is at one and dinner is at 6. You have the schedule for your group of kids, make sure that they know if off by heart. Activities are spread off around the day."

"Kaye, you're the only one who tags around with your kids. They're about 6 years old and you'll have to make sure that they do everything properly. Anything else you need to know?" asked Andrew.

"Well, you said something about us counselors having an off day" said Trent.

Linda smiled. "Well, yes. That's right. All of you have three half days off in two weeks. You can do whatever you want during that time, you can even choose not to have the day off if you want. It's really up to you. All you have to do is tell either Andrew or I when you want it off."

The counselors nodded and went off to breakfast.

"Okay, listen up! The counselors are going to call out the people who are under their surveillance!" shouted Linda through the megaphone.

The kids shuffled around, the noise level still high but significantly lower than the ear-splitting level of a few minutes before. Rory held her clipboard in one hand and four red ribbons in the other. The campers were supposed to wear the ribbons that they were allocated around their neck, as were their counselors to make it easier for everyone.

Linda introduced each of the counselors to the campers, then passed the megaphone to Trent, who called out the names of the people in his cabin. After they were all gathered, he led them to the cabin to unpack. And so on and so on it went, until all the boys were off and away.

Rory grabbed the megaphone. "Okay, I'm counselor for Cabin G5 and I'm in charge of" her eyes scrolled down the list. "Holly Bloom, Lana Smith, Grace Anderson, and Stella McCoy."

Four girls shuffled their way to the front, and Rory led them to the Cabin.

Rory sat on her bed as the campers went about unpacking their luggage. "So, have any of you been here before?"

"Yeah, I have," said Lana. Rory scrutinized her for a moment, and realized that she was the sporty kind. Her long hair was put up in a high ponytail and she wore a baseball cap over her head. She wore shorts, a huge t-shirt and worn out trainers. "I was here last year and the year before."

Rory smiled. "That's great. You're Lana, right?"

Lana nodded. "Yeah. I like it here, there's so much stuff we can do."

One of the girls finished packing early and sat on the floor near Rory. She had ginger colored hair and light blue eyes. "My name is Holly and this is my first time here. Are we going to do anything today?"

Lana shook her head. "No, this is the getting to know each other day."

A girl with long blond hair and huge blue eyes spoke next. "Are we allowed to wear make-up here?"

Rory was taken aback with this girl. Make up in summer camp? Oka-ay. "Umm, I don't think so."

The girl scowled. "That sucks."

"Are you Grace?" asked Rory.

"Yeah. I don't even want to be here in the first place, but my stepmother wants to go to Paris and she says I can't go with her and dad so they left me here. Look at this place, it's such a dump!" she exclaimed.

Rory frowned. Grace had troublemaker' written all over her. "Uh. I think it's quite nice."

"I think so too," spoke up a small girl from the back. She had mousy colored hair and was overall quite timid. Rory's eyes scrolled the list. Stella was her name.

Grace rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She went back to unpacking her luggage.

Lana and Stella soon joined Holly, whilst Grace was still unpacking. Rory sat on the floor with the girls.

"So, as you all know, my name is Rory. I'm seventeen and I'm your counselor."

Lana smiled at her. "Yeah. What activity are you going to do?"

"I'm doing the arty stuff."

Stella's eyes lit up. "Really? Can we do some pottery, I love doing pottery."

Rory nodded. "Definitely, I like doing pottery too."

Grace joined them on the floor.

"Let's introduce ourselves to each other. After all, we're going to have to live together for 2 months," said Rory. She looked at Lana. "You go first."

At about five minutes to one, Rory led her campers to their allocated table in the canteen. "Okay, this is your table. You have to sit here, okay? For breakfast, lunch and dinner."

Stella's eyebrows drew together. "Where are you sitting?"

Rory pointed to the counselor's table. "I'll be over there. If you need anything, just come and talk to me."

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"Okay, that's it, light out," called Rory at nine in the evening.

Her campers groaned in unison.

"You cannot be serious," screeched Grace. "In my house, I get to stay up to one clock in the morning."

"You're not in your house," said Rory dryly.

Stella sighed. "Can't I read for a bit more?"

Rory smiled at her. "Well, not now. You should save the book for later."

Grace rolled her eyes and muttered, geek' under her breath. Everyone heard her, but nobody acknowledged it.

Rory walked over to the light switch and turned it off. "Nighty-night."

She walked back to her bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. Closing her eyes, she tried to sleep, but it wouldn't come. Maybe it's because of her new roommates, but whatever the reason, she still couldn't sleep. She tried to count sheep, but only reached until sheep number 18. After that, the sheep's came with weird alien faces, and that just totally disturbed her. Grumbling slightly to herself, she got out of bed, and walked out of the cabin to the playground nearby. She sat on the swing.

Wandering around is becoming a habit,' she thought to herself.

A while later, she saw a lone figure walk by her and she greeted him. "Tristan."

He raised his head, waved to her and started walking towards her direction. "Need someone to push you?" he asked.

Rory laughed. "All the time."

He walked behind her, and pushed her lightly. "How are your campers?"

Rory sighed. "They're okay, but this one girl Grace thinks that she's Miss America."

Tristan chuckled. "Sounds like almost every other Hartford girl."

Rory smiled. Tristan seemed like quite a nice guy now that he was out of Chilton, and away from the people that made him who he was. The Tristan that she knew in Chilton wasn't the real "Yeah, I guess so. How are yours?"

"Mine are little terrors," groaned Tristan. "I went for a walk because they keep insulting each other even though the lights are out."

"Is that a smart thing to do?"

"Well probably not," admitted Tristan. "But it's the only way for me to save my sanity."

Rory laughed. "What sanity?"

Tristan poked her in the ribs. "Careful or I'll stop pushing."

"Okay, okay."

They were quiet for a while, the still night air lending Rory some peace. She shivered as the cold finally got to her.

Tristan slowed down the swing. "You cold?"

Rory shook her head. "Nah."

"You always were very stubborn."

Rory frowned. "So are you."

Tristan sighed, and handed her his jacket. "Do you always have an answer for everything?"

"That's right." She took his jacket gratefully and put it on.

He stood in front of her, just casually observing her but it brought chills down Rory's spine.

"What?" she demanded.

"Nothing"

"Spit it out."

Tristan sighed. "Okay, fine. I just think you're very pretty."

A faint blush the color of rose tinted her cheeks. "Oh."

"You're supposed to compliment me back," said Tristan.

Rory grinned at him. "I think you're pretty too!"

Tristan pouted cutely. "Hey! Is that your idea of a compliment? Besides, no one calls guys pretty"

Rory shrugged. "Guess I must be no-one then."

Tristan chuckled. "Okay, I'll take whatever compliment I can get."

Rory stood up. "I better get going."

"I'll walk you."

"No, it's okay, I know my way around," protested Rory.

"I have nothing better to do," said Tristan.

"Fine."

They made their way down the path that led to Rory's cabin, and stopped in front of the door.

"Good night," said Tristan. He bent down to give her a quick kiss on the cheek.

Rory shivered at the warmth of his lips and felt her body rapidly heating up. "Night." She watched him walk away, and when he was out of sight, she opened the door.

Once she stepped in, she was greeted by catcalls. She cursed under her breath; the girls had been watching her and Tristan in their awkward moments through the window.

"Is he your boyfriend?" asked Lana, grinning cheekily.

"He's one of the counselors here, right?" asked Holly.

"He is soooo hot!" exclaimed Grace.

Rory flushed. She thanked god that the lights were still off, and that they couldn't see her reddening. You do think he is hot, but do you like him? But then again, you think Colin Farrell is hot too, and you don't have a crush on him. Oh, and what about Jess?

Rory shook her head. "No, he's not my boyfriend."

A quiet voice sounded from the corner. "Then, why did he kiss you and let you wear his jacket?"

To be continued

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