Once again...I don't own these characters....

At nine o'clock that Saturday morning, the group of teenagers, along with other unfamiliar faces, sits outside of Capeside High School waiting for the bus to arrive.

"Did anyone bring any coffee?" A half asleep Jen asks, to nobody in particular.

"I brought my Mocha Latte, but I was told not to feed the animals," a familiar voice says. They all look up to see Abby Morgan standing with her suitcase and a Starbucks cup. "Well, if it isn't the six biggest losers in Capeside, I am not really expected to spend my summer working with you guys, am I?"

Pacey scowled, unable to deal with such a cretin so early in the morning. "Trust me Abby, we're just as happy about this arrangement as you are," he muttered.

"Oh, sarcasm, I get it...funny," she retorts.

"Hey, there's the bus," Dawson says, as a huge bus, nothing like what any of them expected, turns the corner and drives towards the group.

"Wow," Andie says, impressed. She thought they were going to be riding to the camp in a regular school bus, and this thing looked like it was a band's tour bus.

The bus stopped, and a middle-aged woman stepped out. She was sort of tall, with wild red hair. She wore a white polo shirt with an acorn over the left breast pocket. "Hello, I'm Maureen, the director of Camp River Oak, and your boss for the next 2 months. I'm a pretty good boss, unless you try to mess with me. Now all of you get on the bus and I'll take attendance."

The group did as they were told, each filing onto the bus. Abby first, choosing the seat in the far back, next to a guy from the football team. Dawson and Andie sat together, Jen with Jack, and Pacey took a seat next to Joey, seeing she was by herself.

"This is living the high life, huh Potter? It has a bathroom and everything!" Pacey says, looking toward the back of the bus. He spots Abby, flirting with her seat mate, and groans. "Although I'm sure Abby will be in it the whole time with Mr. Quarterback, doing god knows what."

"Yeah, the whole camp idea didn't appear too dreadful until I heard the devil herself would be joining us. Knowing my luck I'll have to share a tent with her or something," Joey complains.

"Cabins, Joe, we're sleeping in Cabins. Didn't you read the pamphlet that Grams gave us?"

"I skimmed it...sort of..." Joey shrugs.

"Well if you need any facts, Counselor McPhee over there has memorized the whole thing, front to back," Pacey tells her, rolling his eyes. He alerts his attention to the front of the bus where Maureen is clapping her hands to wake everyone up.

"Alright, roll call everyone. Dawson Leery?"

"Right here," Dawson motions, unenthusiastically.

"Lindley, Jennifer."

"I'm here," Jen waves.

"McPhee, Andrea?"

"Present!" Andie raises her hand excitedly.

Maureen smirks.

"McPhee, Jack?"

"Yep," Jack says.

"Morgan, Abby," Maureen reads.

"I'm back here Maureen," Abby replies politely with a fake smile. Dawson and his friends look back at Abby in disbelief.

"Sucking up a little early, are we Abby?" Jen asks.

"I hope I don't have to share a room with Jen, who knows what kind of diseases she's acquired from all her whoring around New York," Abby replies, practically to the entire bus.

"Miss Morgan," Maureen warns, looking at Abby. "I will not tolerate language like that on this bus, or at my camp. We're supposed to be role models for these children, so if I hear one word of profanity come out of anyone's mouth, they get kitchen duties for a week. Now, let me continue. Potter, Joseph."

"Not again," Joey groans, raising her hand. Maureen looks at her puzzled. "It's Josephine...Joey, actually."

"Oh, hm...it appears there has been a mix-up, young lady. I put you in a guy's cabin..."

"Of course you have."

"I guess we can keep you there, we'll just have to put a curtain around your area so you get some privacy. Do you think you can manage?"

"I have to deal with a group of ten year old boys by myself?" Joey asks, panicked.

"No, you'll be helped by a Pacey Witter, and they're thirteen, not ten, good luck."

"Are you joking? I have to live in a cabin with Pacey?"

"Hey!" Pacey says, shocked.

"Ah, so you already know each other, good! Let me continue..."

Joey pouts, but Dawson reassures her. "C'mon, Joe, it's not that dismal. You could be living with..."

"Um, excuse me, Maureen? Are we going to stop for some breakfast by any chance, I'm famished?" Abby exclaims.

Joey looks behind her at Dawson. "I guess you're right, nobody is as bad as Abby," she says.

"Aw, well thanks Joey, you really know how to make a guy feel good," Pacey says, putting his arm across her shoulder. "Just you wait Potter, you and I will be the best of friends by the end of the summer. I can guarantee!"

"And I can guarantee that I have to puke," Andie says, standing and heading for the bathroom.

"She has motion sickness," Jack says, half smiling.

"Great and the trip just started," Jen says, thumbing through an issue of Cosmo.

"What's a matter McPhee, the Prozac took a wrong turn this morning? Or are you now a bulimic head case instead of just a head case in general?" Abby asked as Andie was opening the door.

Andie just stared at Abby with pure disgust, and entered the bathroom.

"Somebody needs to give that witch a muzzle," Dawson adds, standing and walking towards the back. He knocks on the door. "Andie are you alright?"

Andie steps out a moment later, wiping her mouth with a tissue. "Yeah, I'm fine, thanks Dawson." The two of them find their seats and sit down, both silent for the rest of the trip.

"I wonder if there will be any cute guys at this camp," Jen wonders out loud.

"I get first dibs, if there are," Jack answers, smiling.

"When you find out they're straight, send them my way. If you find out they're jerks, send them to Abby," Jen jokes.

"Pacey, will you move your arm over, you're hogging the arm rest," Joey complains from across the aisle, pushing Pacey's arm over.

"I'm sorry Potter, I can't help it if my massive muscles are too much for you, there's just no controlling these bad boys," he says, flexing for her.

"It's not your muscles, Pacey; it's your massive head that's too much. Now can you please be quiet while I try to sleep?" Joey leans her head against the window, closing her eyes, and finally falling asleep. Pacey watches her sleep and wonders what the summer is going to be like working next to Joey. As a small shiver is sent through Joey's body from the air conditioning on the bus, Pacey grabs his sweatshirt and covers her with it. He looks behind him to see if either Andie or Dawson witnessed his act of kindness, and notices Andie's head rested on Dawson's shoulder, both of whom are sound asleep as well.