Chapter 2: Lots of Considerations
By: iluvguygermaine00 & Cimmy

Author's Note: Why, thank you Chelsea for calling us cool! Or actually, we're the coolest, according to you, but why mark words? There are going to be a few strange twists in this story, and some weird couplings... Actually, very weird. Yeah, Catalina and Fred are Cimmy's creations, the arguing couple that deep down loves each other. Well, in other stories at least. As we said, there are some twisted things going on in this universe...
And percussion, there are probably just platonic things going on between Charlie and Adam... Which will be obvious later on.

Portman's point of view
By: Cimmy

Even though Connie and Guy argued through most-part of the night, I actually got some sleep anyway. I guess they both calmed down after Samantha offered to change tents with Connie.

The sun struck our tent early in the morning, making it way too hot to exist in there. I decide to crawl out and see if there were any activities going on besides from arguing. Charlie is already up. I'm not surprised, he's always the first one to wake up, and then terrorizes the rest of us until we get up too.

"Where's breakfast?" I demand to know at once. "Please tell me you brought cereals!"

"The only eatable I brought was pop tarts," Charlie shrugs. "You have to go over to the food stands or the restaurant outside the campsite."

That's not good. I'm hungry now! And I don't think I have any money on me. Luckily, my day is saved, because Fred just came climbing out from his tent. He can probably pay up, so I can get my daily supply of chocolate-cereals. Either it's him or Adam I should stalk.

"Hey!" I call out. "Fred!"

Fred turns to face me, and Catalina also comes tumbling out from the tent and crashes against his legs. I laugh harshly. I don't know why, I have a weird sense of humor when it's early in the morning.

When Fred's helped Catalina back on her feet again, he comes over to me. "What's up?"

"There aren't any cereals!" I exclaim and point at Charlie's half-eaten pop tart. Look!"

"Gosh," Fred mumbles uninterestedly. I really haven't heard anyone say 'gosh' in a long time. "What do you want me to do about it?"

"Get me some food," I plead and try to pull off some sort of begging-routine. Sadly, that only works on the girls. Fred just rolls his eyes.

While I try to convince that rich bastard to buy me breakfast, Charlie and Catalina fight over the remaining parts of the poor pop tart. Suddenly Connie comes bursting out from the tent she's been sharing with Julie.

"Ah! My neck hurts!" she yells and does some kind of dance in front of us. "Goddamn... I need a pillow for tonight!"

Fred and I laugh at her. "You want some massage?" I offer with a grin. She hits me over the head with a bottle of water. "Okay, then, consider the offer as with-drawn."

Connie goes over to pout at Fred, and this time he gives in. He's a sucker for that adorable, pouty look. Connie tries to convince him into rubbing her neck, and he's stupid enough to do it. I begin to get impatient. What about my cereals?

Samantha and Guy show up and they all begin talking about who's the worst tent-buddy. While their conversation turns into the usual complaints, I try to get Fred's attention again.

"Fred..." I whine. "Please, breakfast!"

Fred sighs and takes his hands off Connie. Then he leans over Catalina and kisses her. Yuck, I don't need this right now! That guy needs to seriously get a grip and be with a few more girls than just his crazy girlfriend. But that's just my opinion. Monogamy really isn't my thing.

"I need to talk to you," I explain to him.

"Yeah, I'm coming!" he mutters and walks up next to me. "What the hell do you want now?"

"Oh, I'm sorry; did I drag you away from your harem?" I say mockingly. I don't think I've ever met a more shy and confused guy, at least when it comes to girls. Just the thought of him having his own harem makes me choke.

"Don't you ever get tired of being with the same girl all the time?" I ask, while we're walking away from the tents. Fred snorts loudly, but never answers. "You have an annoying way of exhaling."

"I was just thinking," Fred mumbles. "Why did I agree to go with you to get food? You irritate me."

"I just think that you should play the field a bit more. You're almost in college. You have all the time in the world to be with Catalina after you've checked what else is out there." I point towards nothing special, but Fred looks anyway. When he realizes that I'm just trying to be graphical, he shakes his head.

"I suppose I'm just not that sort of guy that can date a lot of girls," he says. "I love Catalina, and I'd never give her up just to..."

"Have one second of mind-blowing sex with someone you hardly know?" I interrupt, and he blushes. He amuses me to no end. "Don't you wanna know the thrill of just doing wrong? Without letting your conscious get in the way, of course. Otherwise, what's the point?"

Fred doesn't answer, but I know that he's trying to grasp what I just said. Not that I don't want him to be with Catalina, she's a nice girl and all, I'm just curious what goes around in his head from time to time. Although, if he actually goes off and messes with some girl, I have to kick his ass. Catalina is after all my friend.

Samantha's POV
By: iluvguygermaine00

I wake up to people talking. I think it's Fred, Portman, Charlie, and Catalina. But who can be sure. I sit up and crack my neck; it was a pretty loud crack to. I re-do my hair quickly, then Guy sits up, scaring the hell out of me. I jump and give a little squeak.

"Sorry." He mumbles.

"It's alright." I yawn.

He scratches his head and starts to get out of the tent. I go to get out after him and he gives me a hand…it's sort of sweet I guess, but I just shake it off. He's probably just being nice.

Sitting at the table is Charlie, Fred, Portman, Catalina, Fulton and Connie. Except Fred isn't sitting down, he's giving Connie a massage.

I sit down across from them. "What are you doing?"

"He's giving me a neck massage. My neck hurts from not having a pillow."

She did not just say that. I groan and start hitting my head up against the table.

Portman winces something to Fred. Fred gets up, kisses his girlfriend and leaves with Portman. The others are still laughing at me banging myself unconscious.

"What?" Connie asks.

"I changed tents with you so you would be happy." I complained. "Not so you would complain and get a neck massage."

"Well it isn't my fault you didn't give me a pillow."

I stare at her. "It isn't my job for you to have a pillow. That's your fault, not mine. I just thought I'd be nice and give you my sleeping spot and bag so you and Guy wouldn't fight anymore. And by the way, Guy, you snore louder than you did when I lived next door."

"Well you twitch." He tries to defend himself.

"It's called shivering, Guy. You know, when a person gets cold." I gave him a 'duh' look.

"Well it isn't my fault you let Connie have your sleeping bag."

"I didn't say it was, now did I." I say and fold my arms on the table and snuggle my head into them.

"No…I guess not." he says. "I'm going to get something to eat, anyone want to come?"

"We ate." Catalina informs him.

"Samantha?"

"I don't eat breakfast." I mumble from my arms.

"Why not?" Fulton asks.

"I just don't. It makes me sick."

"Oh, I see. I'm going to go wake up someone then." Guy smiles.

"Oh no you don't." Charlie stops him. "Just because you can make your roomy miserable doesn't mean you can make everyone else miserable. I'm the captain and I don't need a bunch of miserable people for a week."

"Alright." Guy sighs and walks to the food shack by himself.

"Who said I'm miserable?" I ask Charlie.

"You're not?"

"Well I'm not happy I have to room with a guy who snores really loud, or the fact that he moves around a lot, and the fact the he kicked me, and I'm really tired 'cause I didn't get a lot of sleep, but that doesn't mean I'm miserable. I'm just trying to be nice and make other people happy."

The rest of them look at me.

"Alright, I'm miserable." I smile.

The rest of the Ducks come out of their tents within a thirty minutes time. I pretty much tune out all conversation after that, until Portman sits next to me. I guess he's back from his trip, wherever it was he went.

He says something, but I didn't hear it.

"What?" I ask picking my head up.

"Thanks, for what you did last night. I know Connie is the only one who said it, so I'm also saying it. You didn't have to."

"You're welcome." I smile. "But yes, I did have to do it; their fighting would have either made me kill them, or made me kill myself."

Portman just smiles then joins in the others conversation.