Hey you guys! This is a much better chapter! I promise. At the moment, of course, I haven't written it, but it will be good, and is, I am sure. Thanks to this however, my novel has become difficult, but I know I shan't be able to write it again, until I'm done with this. It is insisting on being written. Difficult stories annoy me. They really do. Ah well. The writer's block will go away this summer when I'm not publishing things on fanfiction. I will continue to review when I get the chance, though, so don't worry.

Just a warning. I will be at a lot of things this summer. All kinds of things. Going on missions trips. Teaching little kids. Going to camps. Possibly going to a few writer's conferences. That's not for sure yet. But I do know that my summer plan is literally get home late evening from one thing, leave the next morning for another. I will probably be home about a week in total time this summer. So if I do not get to a library, it is not because I hate you guys.

AgiVega: Thanks. I'm sorry if the next two or three chapters are a little bit of a bore.

avovisto: Thanks. Monday, I'll update again.

Elyne: Heh heh. Thanks. I do this during class. Of course Justin is nicer than the rest of the men. Otherwise, Juliet wouldn't fall in love with him in the end. Which she does, of course.

Lizzy Lien: What's a bit off? Anyway, all except the last chapter are five pages long.

notdapunkprincess: It is! And Justin gets hurt.

The Blazing Blade: Of course I'm right! I'm always right! I'm sorry about the drag. Come back Wednesday.

Trouble Kelp: For the sole purpose of annoying Justin.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the things I own. The things I own are the things not owned by Colfer. Colfer owns everything except the things I own. The things Colfer own are the things I do not own. :) Try that one, all you people who think you're the next Artemis Fowl.

The next five weeks past quickly, going faster and faster as the trip neared. No one talked about anything except it. The news that it would be different this year brought more talk, though no one except Chance, Justin, and Juliet knew how it was different.

Juliet discovered that no one told whether or not they were going. Chance talked with each individually. That was the fun of it. It was a surprise. You had no time to plan ahead. She had, on several occasions, pestered Chance and Justin, until she knew for sure she was going.

After that was confirmed, she had made it her business to guess at who was doing what and their names, and plan very carefully about what she would, and would not take with her.

The night before they left, Justin knocked. She could tell if it was him now. He had a different tone.

"Come in, Justin." She zipped the backpack with the things she was taking, and turned towards the door.

Justin stepped in.

"What?"

"I just wanted to ah… talk to you. I thought it might be better if I didn't spring many surprises on you. You don't tend to like those very much. Especially if I know before you."

"Go on," said Juliet suspiciously. She didn't quite trust the sound of this. She had the idea she wouldn't like it.

"It's required that everyone shared tents," mumbled Justin apologetically. He didn't know why it was, but every time he started talking to her about touchy subjects, he got more than a little nervous.

"And there are no other women going."

"Yeah."

"And so…?"

"And so Chance wants you to… share… a tent with me." Justin flushed slightly, and squirmed again.

Juliet stepped closer. Within kicking distance. "He wants me to sleep with you?"

"Or would you rather sleep with one of the other men? At least we're married. That, or do all night guard duty for four weeks." Suddenly, he felt angry for no reason. It wasn't like he was horrid. He didn't drool all over the place or anything.

Juliet went up on her toes, glaring all the harder because she still had to look up into his eyes. "Fine. I get the point. But there will be certain rules. And you will respect them. And me."

"Yeah, I know." He didn't move for a minute.

"Don't tell me there's more…"

"Hmm? Oh. No, that's all. That I know of, at least. Just that there are quite a few men who won't be helpful, and you might want to tread carefully around them. They won't be happy about you once they find out. And, ah— I also wondered if— if you—"

"What?"

Justin squirmed. "Don't look at me like that. If you wanted to talk to your brother."

She stared at him. "Talk to my brother? Why?"

"Or don't you care to?"

"No, I would! I mean, why would you let me… do something like that? I thought—"

"I'm not as big of a jerk as you think I am." Justin hesitated, finally feeling better now that he had won a few points, and then pulled her cell phone out of his pocket.

"Thank you." Juliet took it uncertainly, paused, and opened it, pressing the autodial button.

Justin sat down on a chair, and waited.

"Hey. Brother?"

"What now? Why haven't you called me back?" Butler sounded decidedly angry.

"Because Justin took my phone from me." Juliet glanced across the room at him. Justin was sitting up very straight, watching her. He looked a little more tense than before.

Butler muttered a few things under his breath. "How's he treated you?"

"He's pretty much ignored me."

"Where do you stay? What do you do? What are you allowed to do?" She could hear a rustling of papers, and more muttering.

"Oh, they've been decent. I have my own room, they let me do what I want. I keep the hours I want; eat what and when I want; go where I want. All that good stuff. They leave me alone."

"Is he there in the room with you?"

"Yes."

There was silence for a moment. Juliet knew Butler would be more careful now. "So what are you doing tomorrow?"

"Leaving on a trip."

Justin stood, shaking his head. "No details, Butler. None. I'll take away your communications, you won't be allowed to go, and—"

"I'm not stupid, Anthony!"

"You asked for me not to use your first name, if I remember correctly."

"What's going on?" Butler's voice cut in, worried now.

"Nothing. We were arguing. Don't ask anything more about the trip, okay? I'll get in a lot of trouble for it. The trip is just—"

Justin grabbed hold of her wrist, pulling the phone away. "You listen to me, Juliet Butler. Don't even mention the trip anymore, or anything to do with it! One more, and you're done!"

Juliet didn't move for a moment. Then she nodded. "Okay. Okay. Yeah. I'm sorry."

He let go, and moved back, folding his arms.

"Don't ask about it. Okay?"

Butler muttered something else. "What did he threaten to do to you if you did?"

"Things."

"Are you staying in North America?"

"No."

"Is it Europe?"

"Obviously not. Grow up. Do you think I like this situation or something?"

It took Butler a moment to process that she was throwing in the random comments to lead Justin off.

"Is it a training type of trip? Just to keep everyone in top shape?"

"So you finally get it?" Juliet glanced at Justin again, and then lowered her eyes, studying the ground. She wasn't going to push things.

"A few weeks?"

"More than that! Think about it! I am stuck here, for the rest of my life! And you ask me I'm unhappy?"

"A month?"

"Pretty much."

"Is it South America?"

"I can't believe it took you that long. Grow up!" Juliet sat down on the bed again, crossing her legs.

"How many of you are going?"

"How should I know? You're on the opposite side of the world, you idiot! Do you think I sit here all day, watching your stupid news?"

"Are you going to Brazil?"

"Of course. Any other brilliant guesses?"

"Somewhere in the southern part?"

Juliet snorted an answer.

"Argentina?"

Justin nodded to her. "Wrap it up. A few moments more. Then you're done."

"I have to go in just a moment, okay brother? Hurry up and finish."

"Ah… Chile?"

"Yeah. Okay, listen, Justin wants the phone back, so I've got to go. I love you brother."

"Love you too, Juliet. I will come and get you. I promise. And Justin will regret ever having anything to do with you. He will wish himself long dead, when I'm done with him."

"Good. I hope so. Bye."

Juliet shut the phone, and handed it to Justin. "I'm sorry. Really, I am. I shouldn't have…"

He studied her for a moment. "Whatever. I suggest you get some sleep; it's ten already. Once we get started, we'll be going to bed at twelve, and waking up at four every day for a month."

"Don't worry about me."

"I won't." He shot the bag beside her a skeptical look, and walked out, slamming the door.

Juliet smiled. There was so much he didn't know…

The next morning, she woke up at two thirty, like always, got ready, double checked everything, and went outside for a light warm up jog and practice. When she got back, it was almost four, and the men were assembling on the porch, talking in low, but definitely excited tones.

She got plenty of glares, and even more raised eyebrows, but she ignored them all, and sat down on the porch rail, backpack between her feet. Why should she bother explaining?

At four exactly, Justin and Chance stepped outside, nodding to the men. It was quickly silence.

Chance shrugged. "Everyone knows the rules, I am sure. Why bother repeating them? The vans are coming around from the back. They'll be here in a moment. I'll explain trip details later on, and who does what and those things. Any questions?"

The was an immediate clamor about Juliet. Chance scowled at them reprovingly. "It might do better to show her a little respect. She is, after all, just as good as her brother is, in some way, and even better in others. I chose for her to accompany us. If she ever decides to leave, the world will probably soon know a lot about how you behave. Please try to act a little mature. It doesn't really hurt, you know."

Soft laughter. Behind them, the vans stopped, and Juliet was quickly forgotten, as they fought for certain seats, and passed rumors about where they were going.

Much better than the last chapter, isn't it? Yes, I know the conversation with Dom was a bit long, but you'll forgive me for that, I'm almost sure. The trip has, after all, started.

This will be quite a lot of fun. There are so many possibilities… just think about it, people! Anyway, those of you who live in Chile or Brazil will probably be ranting at me for forever about how vague, or how wrong I am. I'm sorry ahead of time. I do try my best, but I don't want to research everything. Doesn't the word 'kick', mean the same thing as a technical jargonish term in karate?

Still though, it will be wonderful. And the romance will start quite soon, for those of you impatient. Review, and give me either opinions, or information.