"Er... you're dad told me to look at you, so I did and... well... he got mad at me and never explained why he needed me to." Ricky responded nervously, looking down.

"Oh..." Lizzy looked disappointed. "He just, probably doesn't want you to talk to me. He's...like that." She frowned and stood up. "I should go back, I bet." And with a weak smile, Lizzy walked over to the back of the bus where she felt she belonged.

Ricky frowned, too. He was slightly mad that he no longer had somebody to talk to. He looked out the window to see a plain view. Trees and grass were all that were in site, so, obviously, they were not near Camp Green Lake yet for Ricky was told that this camp was to be in the desert. Ricky found this view boring, so he looked at the bus driver. That man was far too harsh, even on his own daughter!

The pyromaniac slowly slipped out of his seat, trying to be as quiet as a mouse. When he was out, he started taking tiny steps backwards, so he could keep an eye on the driver. As he drew closer and closer to Lizzy, she noticed him.

"What the hell are you doing!" she huffed in a loud whisper.

Ricky just grinned, not even looking at the confused girl as he made his final step and sat down in the seat across her. "Hey." He greeted with a nice smile.

"My dad will straight, dry MURDER you!" she glared at Ricky, her impression of him now being an immature boy.

"If he sees me." Ricky corrected, a finger in the air as if he were a professor.

Lizzy tilted her head slightly and bit her lip. This was a strange guy, indeed. But, he was funny, brave and kind so she smiled and let out a small giggle. He'd make good company, she thought.

"You know, thinking about it, I kind of don't blame your dad." Ricky put his arms behind his head and relaxed in his seat.

"Why the hell would you say something like that?" she questioned, her face looking quite puzzled.

"You say 'hell' a lot." He laughed. "If you must know, it's all quite simple." Ricky began, but then interrupted himself by yawning. The poor guy didn't get much sleep the night before, but he was to blame. "He's driving convicts in here! No doubt he doesn't want you making friends with guys like me." he sat back up properly as he had said this.

Lizzy frowned. It was all very clear now. She felt stupid and for once in the whole time she met Ricky, she noticed that she was younger than him. "You don't seem like a bad person..." Lizzy mentioned.