Chapter 1: Changes For The Best
By: iluvguygermaine00 & Cimmy

Summary: A few of the Ducks have managed to get tickets to the Southern Rock Festival in South Carolina. They spend a week camping in the mud and fighting over the food, with unexpected love affairs, drama and music.
Rating: PG-13, might change depending on the contents
Disclaimer: The Ducks are owned by Disney, as usual. iluvguygermaine00 owns Samantha, and Cimmy owns Fred and Catalina. A bit of the story is inspired by the movie Festival, owned by Buena Vista International (I guess). The Southern Rock Festival doesn't exist for real, we made it up.
Author's Note: This story is packed with drama and angst, and almost everyone in this story gets into trouble and does very questionable things. We have both written every chapter together, doing different parts, and hopefully you'll like it!

Connie's point of view
By: Cimmy

"You're too young to go!" my Mom tells me for the hundredth time today. "I don't care if the rest of your friends are allowed to go on this trip; I'm not giving you my permission!"

I'm actually not too young. I'm seventeen years old, and I know my way around the block just as well as the next person. What my Mom has a problem with this time is the fact that I'm going away to the Southern Rock Festival in South Carolina this week. All my friends are going, and I just have to go, even if I'm not allowed.

"I'm going!" I shout back, grabbing my bag and head towards the door. Charlie is picking me up in a few minutes, and I don't want to be late.

It was actually Adam who managed to get us tickets to the festival, and I've been looking forward to it all winter. I like music, and rock especially, so I need to go! Even though he got the whole team tickets, not everyone could tag along. I guess more people have over-bearing parents.

So in the end it's going to be Charlie, Adam, Portman, Fred, Luis, Julie, Catalina, Ken, Guy, Fulton, Samantha and myself. I'm sort of bummed out that not everyone could come along, but hey, that's life.

Too bad I have to share space with Guy, because I'm still annoyed with him. Of course, we broke up several months ago, but I'm still not pleased with the fact that I have to be around him for a whole week.

"Don't you open that door, young lady!" my Mom warns me. I've never spoken against her before, but I'm really not going to stay here all Spring Break. Especially not if Guy's going to be left all alone for a whole week, surrounded by lots of needy girls.

"Connie?"

I turn around and see Guy standing in the door. He's having that impatient look on his face, probably wondering why the hell I'm taking so long. When he sees my Mom, he puts on that annoying grin and goes over to say hello.

"Hi, Guy," my Mom says, not sounding mad at all anymore. "Are you here to say goodbye to Connie?"

"Goodbye? I thought she was coming with us," Guy replies and looks at me. "We're sort of late for our flight, so if you could hurry up and..."

"Connie's not going."

"Yes I am," I shout and hurry over to the door. "Let's go, Guy."

My Mom grabs my arm just when I'm about to escape down the stairs. "You're not going anywhere, Connie," she growls at me. "I am sorry, Guy, but you just have to go by yourself."

"He's not with me!" I explode and pull free from her grip. "Leave me alone!"

"You're not going to this thing on your own, Connie! You're far too young!" she continues and tries to grab me again. "What's gotten into you? Why can't you understand how ridiculous it is to let you go across the country on your own, with a bunch of boys..."

"It's the team!" I bark back and point at a bag next to Guy. "Could you grab that for me, please?"

"Wait," Guy begins, but my Mom cuts him off.

"No, Guy, you're not taking that bag, and I hope you realize why my daughter isn't allowed to go on this thing."

Guy nods at me. "That's okay, Connie, we'll call you."

I consider that as a very mean thing to say to me right now. I throw my bag into his stomach and he almost topples over. "Let's go," I mutter and go down the stairs. "They're waiting."

"Connie, come back!"

Like hell I will. This is my Spring Break. I'm single, I'm seventeen, and I'm going! Why can't she understand me? How can she consider me as too young when I'm not? I know what I'm doing, it's not like I'll go and have sex with every guy I meet along the way, while doing drugs. I would never do that!

"Are you sure you should just leave like that?" Guy asks me when we're walking toward the car. "Won't you get into trouble?"

"This coming from the guy who was so afraid of meeting my mother that he had to hide under the bed every time he stayed over?" I snort and throw my bags into Adam's car. I guess Charlie's delayed or something.

"No, I'm just worried that your Mom might flip and call the police. And then we'll get into trouble because you're traveling with us!"

I roll my eyes and sit down in the passenger's seat, while Guy has to sit in the back. "You know, I broke up with you to avoid these kinds of conversations," I point out. Adam seems amused by our bickering, but he doesn't say anything.

"No, I was the one breaking up with you," Guy reminds me. Damn, he's right. "And don't worry; I won't talk to you at all anymore."

"Great!"

"Good!"

I look out the window while we're driving to the airport. I'm not going to let Guy destroy this week. I'm going to have fun, listen to music and hopefully find some guy that's not completely mental.

While we're parking the car, I decide to turn off my cell-phone. Mostly because my Mom just called me for the sixth time. I really hope she doesn't actually call the police. That would be embarrassing.

Charlie is already there, handing out tickets. He must've picked up the rest of the people along the way, because we're all gathered. I say hello to Julie, I haven't seen her since last Thursday, because she took a few days off to go home to Maine. The rest of them I've seen everyday, so I save my hellos to someone else. Preferably some cute boy.

I'm sort of nervous about flying, but I refuse to let anyone see that. I'm going to be the tough and cool Connie during this trip. Not the wimpy and sweet Connie. I look at my ticket. Greenville, South Carolina. Who knew they had this sort of event?

"This is sick," Adam tell me. "Look, they have only two different kinds of meals to choose between!"

"I'm sorry you're not in your usually seat in First Class," I say. "But I'm sure you'll find this experience much more intriguing."

"Whoa, bitchy, huh?" Portman snickers from the seat behind me. "Did your Mom forget to pack your stuffed bunny?"

"Please don't mention my Mom," I groan. "I just forgot about her!"

"Yeah, Connie eloped," Guy announces. "She's not even allowed to be here."

Charlie gives me a terrified look. "What? You can't do that! You'll get us all into trouble!" he shouts.

I put on my head-phones and look out through the window, while Charlie's giving me a long speech about respecting your parents. Yeah, I've heard all that before. I've been a good-girl all my life. It's time to take some risks.

So, we get to the festival-area, where we're supposed to put up our tents and live for a whole week. It's already muddy, crowded with people and unsanitary. When I first look at it, I can't believe I'm actually going to voluntarily live at this place for a whole stinkin' week. But that feeling settles quickly.

Once I start to look around and accept the condition of this place, I begin to like it here. Even Adam seems to be fine, and that boy was born with a golden spoon in his mouth.

"No TV?" Fulton jokes and goes through Charlie's bag. "You packed hundredths of CD's, but no TV?"

"How hideous," Julie snorts. "Now we have to go back home and get one."

"Let's find a place to put our tents first," Guy suggests. I just have to object to this, of course.

"Nah, I'm hungry. Anyone wants to get something to eat?" I ask and look around.

Guy gives me a tired gaze. "You just have to disagree whenever I say something, don't you?" he snaps.

"Cut it out, you guys," Samantha suggests. "We didn't come here to fight."

As long as Guy keeps out of my face, I'll be fine. I follow Charlie over the campsite. Oh, the mud is ruining my shoes. Well, I did buy them two years ago, but still...

"We can put them up here," Julie calls from the other side of the area. I have to climb over several people just to get there. Julie, Portman and Ken found a spot with grass and without mud, so we quickly throw our stuff there. I put down my bag and look for my things.

"Hey, Guy!" I yell in his direction. "You took the wrong bag!"

"What did I do now?" he sighs and sounds tortured. Hey, I've just begun!

"This isn't my bag; this is my brother's gym-bag!" I shout and stand up. "Now I don't have a sleeping-bag!"

Guy just shakes his head. "You know that you're not supposed to put the sleeping-bag in a bag, right? Hence the name," he says. "The sleeping-bag is already a bag, so..."

"I don't care!" I howl. "How am I supposed to sleep now?"

"That's karma for you," Charlie explains. "You shouldn't have runaway from home. Bad things happen to bad people."

"Oh, shut up," I mutter. "Where can I sleep?"

"Didn't you bring a tent?" Adam asks.

Uhm, no. I guess I forgot about that part while screaming at my mother. This is all her fault, by the way. Her and Guy's fault. Damn boy to take the wrong bag! And my brother is also responsible, of course.

Portman laughs when he sees my confused expression. "You're a bit ditsy today, Moreau. Hey, who wants to share tent with her?"

This time no one even looks up to offer. "I'm sort of sharing with Fred," Catalina excuses herself.

"Yeah, and I'm sharing with Fulton," Portman goes on.

"Uh, I'm with Adam," Charlie points.

"And I'm supposed to share with Ken," Luis explains and gives me an apologizing look.

"I already promised to share tent with Julie," Samantha says. "But, I guess you could share with Guy."

Oh, no.

"Does anyone want to trade?" I ask hopefully. "I'll pay you good money."

No one offers, and I moan. "Well, I guess your tent has to do," I mutter and grab one of the tent pegs. "As long as you sleep outside and I get the sleeping-bag."

"In your dreams," Guy snorts and yanks the peg out of my hand again.

More like nightmares, Guy, more like nightmares.

Guy's POV
By: iluvguygermaine00

I can't believe I have to share my tent with Connie. She's trying to convince me to let her use my sleeping bag, while I put up the tent.

"C'mon Guy. Just let me use it." Connie complains and gives me a puppy dog face.

"Connie, that face barely even worked when we were going out, what make you think it's going to work now?" I inform her. "You can't get everything you want. Can you go bother someone else? 'Cause if you don't we're not going to have something over our heads tonight."

"I'm trying to help!" She whines.

God, I hate it when she whines. "No, you're not, now just go."

"Only if you give me your sleeping bag." She smiles.

She's really getting on my nerves. I rub my temples. "Fine." I can't believe I'm doing this.

Connie starts to jump up-and-down. What have I done?…I've made her hyper, that's what I've done. Anyone got a tranquilizer? Then she hops away. "Fine, don't say thanks." I groan.

Later that night…

Everybody is about to go to sleep, it was about midnight. Even Connie and I. Can you believe she had the nerve to ask me for my pillow?! Well, anyway, she didn't get one.

"Connie?" I whisper.

She doesn't answer.

"Connie, could you please move over a bit?"

Still no answer.

"Connie! I know you're not sleeping!" I yell.

"Fine!" she hisses back. "Why do you have to take up so much room anyway?" she shouts back.

"Could you two shove it?!" Charlie yells from his tent.

"No!" we both yell.

"It isn't my fault you take up half of the tent!" I continue.

"That's not true!" she yells back.

"Yes it is! Now, if you don't move over I'm taking away my sleeping bag!"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Wanna bet?"

"Shut up!" Portman and Fulton both yell.

"Hold on a minute! I want to settle this!" Connie screams.

"What's there to settle? You're hogging the tent! You stole my sleeping bag!"

"I didn't steal your sleeping bag you let me have it!"

"So, just 'cause you were being so damn annoying!"

Connie opens her mouth to say something, but someone unzips our tent.

It's Samantha.

"What?" Connie and I say with an attitude.

"First of all, I really don't need your attitude at this early!"

We both glare.

"I don't need those stares either."

"Sorry." I mumble.

"It's okay." She smiles. "Connie you can share with Julie and have my sleeping bag. Guy I'll sleep here with you and you can have your sleeping bag. Now, you two are going to do this, because I'm tired and I really don't want to hear you two fight all night, not to mention if you kept it up about five more minutes you'll probably get us kicked out. And please, hurry up with moving, because I'm getting eaten by bugs."

"Thanks Samantha." Connie smiles and climbs out of the tent and Samantha climbs in.

"No problem, Con." She smiles.

"What about you?" I ask as I take my sleeping bag.

"What do you mean?" she says as she lies down and puts her head on her pillow.

"What are you going to sleep on and over you?"

"I'll be fine." she reassures.

"Are you sure what you're wearing is warm enough?" I say looking at what's she's wearing. Pajama pants and a hoodie, probably with a tank-top or something under it.

"Guy, just go to sleep." She says and closes her eyes.

"Okay." I mumble and do the same.


Samantha's POV

I went to break-up Guy and Connie's fight. Not just for me, but for the Ducks and the rest of the campers. Not really wanting to, I slept in Guy's tent without anything to sleep on or over me. But I have my pillow; I guess that's good enough. Anything to get those two to stop fighting. They both better be happy in the morning. I tell Guy to go to sleep after he tries to be all nice, asking me if I'm going to be alright. Jeez, everybody knows him and Connie are meant to be, why be mean to her and not to me. I really don't care right now, I'm tired and going to sleep, Guy better do the same.

Guy's POV

I wake up in the middle of the night. I just had a really weird dream. Mine and Connie's wedding. Actually I wake up smiling. I guess what people say is true, me and Connie are meant to be. So, I decide to win her back, on this trip. I'll pretty much do anything, if I'm dreaming about her; I must really miss her…and love her.

Then I look over at Samantha. She's lying in the same prostitution she was when she fell asleep. She looks peaceful and happy…for someone who's sleeping. Maybe she's have a good dream, like I just had. …Wait a second; that gives me an idea. I could get Connie jealous by hanging with Samantha; maybe I'll even ask her out if I get desperate.

My thoughts are broken when Samantha twitches. I just yawn and go back to sleep.