Shout outs! Freckles91: Good boy! Keep reading! I also wrote a couple of other stories, which I will post here, ok?

Just so you know, this trip is based on a camp I went to last year. The games and pranks they play are based on stuff me and the rest of the campers played. Oh! And one more thing: Kitty Pryde's horse is named Bali, my horse is named Bali! Hehe! Ironic isn't it?

Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men but the horses I created and Jennifer and Timothy are mine. Don't steal!

Chapter Two

Camping On A Mountain

The group continued to trot for a while longer, but when the boys started to complain anew, they slowed to a walk again.

An hour and a half later, they reached a stream.

"My horse doesn't want to cross that," Amara announced as she pulled her mount away from the water.

"Nonsense," Marie snorted. "Bingo loves water, just give him some rein and he'll walk right through it."

Amara did as she was told, but her horse stopped half-way through to snuffle and splash in the cool water.

"Ewww! Stop!" Amara shrieked as her horse splashed water at her.

Logan growled and urged his horse to where Amara was holding up the line. He grabbed Amara's reins and lead her horse out of the stream.

He gave the girl a look and trotted his horse back to the stream to make sure the rest of the students crossed alright.

There were no more incidents in the stream, except when Kurt's horse stopped to poop.

"Thats gross!" Jamie moaned as he watched Kurt's horse's tail lift and a few green lumps fall into the stream.

"Just keep moving," Logan growled and the teens moved their mounts out of the stream and back onto the trail.

Finally the group reached their campsite, and just in time to. There was only a few hours of daylight left when the teens untacked their horses and lead them into the corral that had been set up for the campers' horses.

"When are we gonna eat?" Timothy asked as he watched Logan build a fire inside of the rock circle that was set up in the middle of the campsite.

"When we finish setting up camp," Logan replied as he stacked some sticks up in a teepee shape.

"Princess," he barked, "its time for you to help out a little."

Amara sniffed. It was true, she hadn't done anything to help build the campsite so far. Ray had untacked her horse and Rahne had put it in the corral. Amara had even made someone else unroll her sleeping bag.

The Princess of Nova Roma strutted over to Logan with her nose high in the air. She extended her royal hand and a ball of fire rolled off her fingers and ignited Logan's sticks.

"Thank you," Logan mumbled as he set a few logs under the burning sticks.

Amara just sniffed and walked off to her sleeping bag.

Kurt leapt down from the tree where he was perched and mocked Amara's prissy gait, sticking his nose in the air and swishing his hips.

Evan and Scott laughed as Kurt continued to follow Amara, twisting his face in a snooty glare.

"What are you laughing at?" Amara growled as she spun around, bumping into Kurt and causing them both to fall back on their bottoms.

"You stupid peasant!" she screamed as she stood up and dusted off her costume.

Kurt and the other boys just laughed.

"Hey guys!" Jean called from beside the fire. "Do you want hotdogs?"

The boys raced over, almost tripping over Jamie in the process.

"Watch it!" Ray yelled as he bumped into Jamie.

Jamie fell onto the ground and duplicated himself.

"We didn't bring enough food for extras," Marie chuckled as the two Jamies walked up to the campfire.

Kurt held a roasting stick in either hand and an additional one curled in his tail.

"Kurt! Don't be a pig," Scott warned as he speared a hotdog with his own stick.

"They're not all mine," Kurt protested. "Ones Jamie's and the other is Rahne's."

"But I've got my own," Rahne chuckled.

Kurt shrugged and turned his hotdogs to cook the underside as well.

Timothy turned into a Faun and sat next to Kurt at the campfire.

"We should tell ghost stories," he suggested.

"Na, too spooky," Jean replied as she snuggled up with Scott.

"Scaredy cat! Scaredy cat!" Jubilee laughed as she poked her hotdog stick at the couple.

"Boo!" Evan shouted behind her.

"Eeeek!" Jubilee jumped up.

"Haha. Not who's the scaredy cat?" Scott snickered.

Jubilee glared at them and turned her back to the fire.

"How about we like, play Commandos?" Kitty suggested. She poked a marshmellow onto her stick and shoved it near the fire.

"Vhere did you get that?" Kurt asked, his eyes following the gooey white wad.

"Marie has some," Kitty replied.

Kurt handed Evan his hotdog sticks, and bamfed over to Marie.

Evan coughed.

"You had to do that when I had my mouth open," he complained as he batted the sulfurous cloud out of his face.

"Whats Commandos?" Jean asked Kitty.

"We all hide out in the woods and someone has to be 'It'," Kitty explained. "If 'It' finds you, you're out. The object of the game is to get back to base before 'It' gets you."

"Sounds cool," Jennifer remarked as she ate one of the hotdogs off of one of Kurt's sticks.

"Kurt can't be 'It'," Scott warned.

"Why not?" Timothy asked.

"Nightvision!" Kurt replied as he sat back down and poked his marshmellows into the fire.

"Oh no!" Kitty shrieked as her marshmellow caught on fire. She waved the burning wad in the air trying to put it out.

"Nien Katzchen," Kurt told her, taking the stick from her hands. He put the marshmellow close to his mouth and blew on it, putting out the flame. "You never wave it around."

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