Chapter 4: Basic Feelings
By: iluvguygermaine00 & Cimmy

Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews!

KShyne99: (Can't figure out what to call you; Tino or Katrina) Your review didn't get sent to my E-mail; sorry if you thought we're ignoring you. I don't know, it keeps doing that to your reviews, but they're just as valuable anyway! Thanks for the feedback about Connie/Fred!
Chelsea: You're now Fred's biggest fan, enjoy! He's not such an ass in his usual environment; he's just a bit too excited about being in an alternate universe. And we're all a bunch of flippin' loonies sometime... percussion: I hope our weird couplings are to your liking. Can't really promise an Adam/Samantha-thing, though... Was the song Itsy Bitsy Spider?
plainjane: You're seriously clairvoyant or something! First A Chaotic Wedding, and now this... Maybe you should make that as your profession? Looking into the future... Cool!

Ken's point of view
By: Cimmy

Even if we had a great time earlier, it's pure chaos now. Charlie is mad at Connie because she never came back, and Guy is furious for the same reason. At least I think so, since he's growling whenever her name is mentioned. He must be planning to get her back or something. He's so obvious sometimes.

When we got back to our spot, Catalina went to find Fred. Somehow she must've found him, because she came running back, looking upset and confused. Fred wasn't far behind, but he lost her when she disappeared among the tents located below the hill.

"This is sort of normal," Portman points out. "Festivals equal sex, cheating on your girlfriend and alcohol. Right?"

"I wouldn't know about the first two things, but the alcohol part is pretty obvious," I answer and sip on my beer. "But isn't it wiser to cheat on your girlfriend if she's not on this trip? Why bring her, cheat on her and get into trouble?"

"Ah, the laws of idiocy," Portman grins. "Guys don't think that far ahead. We see something we want, and we go for it!" He slaps his hands together and throws an apple at Guy. "Right?"

"Shut up," Guy mutters. "Where is everyone?"

Suddenly Connie shows up from nowhere. She's kind of pale and I don't think she even notices that we're standing here. "Hey, Con? What's up?"

"Nothing," she mumbles. She stops to brush away some dirt from her jeans, and then she realizes that she has her sweater on backwards. "Uhm, where's Julie?"

"I don't know, probably flirting with Mark," Portman snorts. "What's happened to your clothes?"

"I fell."

"Out of them?"

"Shut up," she hisses and walks away to the bathroom. "Tell Julie to go find me when she comes back."

Portman snickers. "Wow, she looks demolished."

I turn to look for Julie, but I guess she's still playing groupie with Mark. Portman gets up to leave, but Guy stops him. "What did you mean by that?" he wants to know. Portman sighs and takes a deep breath.

"Look, Guy, I know she's your ex-girlfriend and all, but I think she's been out having some sex tonight."

"What?!" Guy exclaims. "Of course not! It's Connie, she would never do that. Maybe she's just depressed about her pass."

"Uh-huh, yeah, maybe. But you're usually depressed with your clothes on right. Unless..."

Guy looks to be having a major melt-down. "Unless what?!" he howls upset.

"Maybe she just found a guy, and then changed her mind. God knows, girls do that sometimes," Portman smiles slyly. "You have nothing to worry about, you'll win her back."

"I don't want her back," Guy shouts and jumps with rage.

I decide to contribute with my own opinions. This is usually how you get your ass kicked, but what the hell. "Of course you want her back! You've been making plans all day! You're very easy to read sometimes," I say. Guy seems to ponder over if he should punch me now, or save it for later, so I move over to stand behind Portman.

"Look, I don't want her back," Guy announces and waves his arms around. "I broke up with her for a reason. One; she's annoying. Two; she borrows my stuff without asking. Three; her mother scares me. Four; she burps whenever she's been drinking beer. Five; her nails are too long. Six; her eyes are..."

Since I just know there are at least fifty more reasons on that list he's making, I interrupt him before he gets the chance to tell us that Connie's shoes smell. "Guy, get a grip."

"Was she bad in bed?" Portman asks, and receives a very cold stare from Guy. "Well, you had everything else on that list, so I just figured..."

"I'm going to look for Charlie," Guy moans. "At least he doesn't bring up my ex-girlfriend's sex life."

Fulton comes out from the tent. "Now when you're done torturing Guy, could you help me find my pillow?"

"No," Portman and I say at the same time. Although, sleeping sounds good right about now. It's been a long day.

"Look, there's another one returning from lost battles," Portman grins and nods at Fred, who's walking back across the campsite. "Hey, did you follow my advice?"

Portman's shouting gets everyone's attention, and they all turn to stare at Fred. He's blushing, as usual. It's all he ever does. "What?"

"Did you follow my advice?" Portman yells again, even though Fred's right in front of us. "Did you find a girl to have an interesting adventure with?"

"Go to hell," Fred snarls. I've never seen him so angry before. Once again I hide behind Portman. Fred leaves to go back to his tent, and Portman just shrugs.

"Everyone's having sex," he says after a while. "Even Fred, and that makes it even more unbelievable. He's more into celibacy."

"Not anymore, obviously," I point out. "I hope he didn't do anything stupid."

"He's a guy at a campsite, a campsite filled with lots of half-naked chicks. Of course he did something stupid!" Portman exclaims. "We should be doing it too."

While Portman goes on about how festivals should be like, I just sit down and sigh, while drinking my beer. Can't I ever get some peace and quiet?

Samantha's POV
By: iluvguygermaine00

It was late when we got back from the festival, so I went straight to the tent.

I had a lot of fun. I spent most of my time with Catalina; Julie was with Mark pretty much the whole time and Connie was MIA (Missing In Action). Besides the fact that Catalina kept worrying about Fred, it was a good day. But then again, he is her boyfriend; she has the right to worry…

My thoughts were broken when Guy crawled into the tent. He looked sort of…I don't know, upset.

"What's wrong?" I ask, being nice.

"What do you mean?"

"You have a 'my-dog-just-died' look on your face."

"I'm fine. Why would anything be wrong?"

I just shrugged and lay down to go to sleep.

"Portman thinks Connie had sex with 'some guy'." He blurts out after 10 minutes of silence.

I sat up and turned around. "Since when did you believe Portman?"

"I don't know. But he knows about these things."

"Why do you even care, she's your ex---oh my god! You want to get Connie back!" I whisper.

"No!"

"Don't deny it! You have it written all over your face! You're a very easy person to read." I inform him.

"Why does everyone keep saying that?!"

"Because it's true. Everything I just said is true. You want to get back with Connie."

"No, I don't." he shakes his head.

"Whatever Guy. By the way, stop lying to yourself. It's bad for your health." Then I lie down and close my eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

I sigh and sit up again. "Guy, you miss Connie, Connie misses you. It's obvious. You two are meant for each other, everybody knows it. Guy, I'm tired, and I'm going to sleep. I suggest you do the same." Once again I lay down, facing away from Guy, and close my eyes.

I hear him lay down, and I'm relieved. I can't talk to him about him and Connie. He deserves her…she deserves him. That's all there is to it. Guy's a great guy…wait, what am I thinking?! I'm not falling for Guy, no, this isn't happening…

Guy's POV

Are Ken and Samantha right? Is it really obvious that I want Connie back?…No, it can't be.

I should really start being nice to Samantha if I want my plan to work.

...I can't believe I'm doing this. "Do you want the sleeping bag, tonight?"

"Uh…no." Samantha answered and moved further away from me.

She sounded nervous or scared, I couldn't really tell. Why the hell should she be nervous or scared…

Whatever, I'm going to sleep.

Fred's point of view
By: Cimmy

I don't know how I was able to fall asleep last night, but somehow I did. Catalina never came back, and I don't blame her. Even though I'm not sure what she thinks happened between Connie and me, I'm sure she's not going to forgive me that easy.

Maybe I'm not sure I want her to forgive me either. What I did last night was totally unforgivable, and I've never felt worse in my entire life. I'm never drinking again, ever. I never thought I'd be one of those horrible guys who lies and deceives their girlfriends, but now I am.

Somehow, I still feel sort of relieved. I'm not trapped anymore, and I'm not running around in circles. Catalina and I have been going through a lot of things, but these last couple of months has been tough. We almost never talk or do something together. We need to be apart, although this was a lousy way to break up with her. I should've sent her one of those cards instead. 'Sorry for sleeping with your teammate, I think we need some time apart'. Do they make such cards?

The sun wakes me up. At first I try to open my eyes, and then I hear a sound. Catalina is sitting next to me with a blank expression on her face. "Hey," I mumble and sit up.

"Hi." She gets up to leave, but I grab her arm to make her stay.

"Look, you disappeared so fast that I didn't have time to tell you that..."

Catalina throws her pillow at me. "What happened here last night?" she asks. I'm surprised that she's not sounding angry at all. Just tired and sad. Now I have to decide what to do. I could either lie, and save our relationship, or tell her the truth, and she'll leave and never come back. The question is; what do I want? Her, or less confusion?

Maybe I want Connie? I really like her. I've always liked her, but more as a friend than a girlfriend. What if I break up with Catalina, so I can find out if it's Connie I really want? But then again, what if she's not what I want, and I end up all alone? Should I spend this week with Connie, or with Catalina? Ah, man, I overanalyze everything!

I decide to at least soften the blow. "It's not what you think," I explain. "We barely even kissed."

"Why would you do that?" she continues.

"I don't know. I'm confused, I guess." I lied to my girlfriend, I cheated on her with her friend, and I'm trying to patch things up using stupid, basic break-up comments. I'm definitely going to hell when I die.

"Could you try to be less confused without sucking on Connie's face?" she mutters.

"It wasn't her fault."

"So, you just wanted to kiss her?"

"No. Okay, so it was her fault a little." Yes, I'm not just going to hell, I'm probably going to be picked up by the Devil himself. In a limousine. That'd be kind of cool, though... Focus, Fred!

"I think we should break up," she sighs. "I don't know what to think anymore. I don't care if you kissed her, or slept with her, or secretly married her. I don't trust you anymore, and I think you're a real asshole. Goodbye."

She crawls out, and I beg her to come back. She doesn't. Was I left of the hook pretty easily? Or am I in the eye of the tornado, without realizing it?

I want to cry, but I decide not to. Being in a tent and all, everyone would probably hear me. I get dressed and leave to see if I can find Connie. Maybe she knows what to do. Or maybe she'll slap me, but I deserve whatever I get.

I have mixed feelings of misery and joy. I think I have some sort of mental illness. I better go and look for a therapist while I'm at it.

Luis's POV
By: iluvguygermaine00

It's pretty early for me to be up, but I can't stand that hot tent. It's so stuffy in there. I'm the only one up…or so I thought. Catalina came out of the tent she's sharing with Fred. She looks upset.

"Hey, what's up?" I ask.

"Hi Luis. Nothing. Why are you up so early?" she asks and sits down next to me.

"Too hot in the tent. Want to go get something to eat?"

"Sure."

"God, this is awful" I smile as I take a bite out of a granola bar that taste real bad, but I'm hungry, so I'll eat it.

"A lot of things are awful here." She smiles and then looks down as her smile fades.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." she shakes her head and starts to walk away but I grab her arm.

"C'mon, Catalina you can tell me. I'm your friend, right?"

"You are, but I don't know, Luis."

"Catalina, just tell me."

"Fred and I broke up."

"Oh, Catalina, I'm sorry. What happened?"

"He and Connie did something. I don't know what it is exactly, but they did something. I walked into the tent, and there they were."

"Are you serious?"

"Yea. But no sympathy, kay?"

"Kay. I know what'll cheer you up."

"What?" Catalina shrugged.

I give a big smile. "Let's go wake-up Charlie."

She just smiles back. I grab her hand and start to run back to out tents.

Author's Note: Huge co-incident over here! Yeah, right here! The singer in the band, Mark, is not the Marc from the movie Festival. Samantha hasn't even seen that movie, and she came up with the name. So, it's just a co-incident!