Sorry this took so long. I've been kinda busy. Which is odd because I'm never busy. Anyway, here's good ol' chapter seven.

I stared wide-eyed at my clock. It was five o'clock in the morning, but I couldn't sleep knowing that dance camp was only hours away. It's ironic how something I once dreaded was the one thing that I could hardly stand to wait for. I waited until seven before bursting out of bed to get ready, even though camp did not begin until nine.

"Faster!" I yelled at Duncan, who had been forced to take me that morning

"Can you not see the cars in front of me?" He said. Duncan had always been a nervous driver.

I crossed my arms.

"Since when are you so eager to get to dance camp?" he questioned

"I just want to get it over with," I answered quickly

We finally made it to camp.

"Where were you last night?" I asked Ellie as we walked toward the dance studio,

"My aunt's house," she replied, "I tried calling you when I got back, but the line was busy."

"Oh," I said, "yeah, Evan called."

"Evan?" Ellie said, "What's going on with you and Evan?"

"Well," I began, "the other day I saw Evan at the park and we were talking and we got some ice cream. So, yesterday he called and now we are…"

"Are what?" Ellie asked

"Kind of dating," I said quietly

"Sunny!" Ellie cried, "Oh my God! Seriously?"

"Um, yeah," I smiled

"Are you sure you like him and he likes you?"

"Yeah," I said

"Wow, this is- this is big, Sunny," Ellie cried, "do you know what this means?"

"Uh, no," I replied as we entered the room

"You have a boyfriend!" Ellie squealed

A few people looked over at us.

"I know," I said, "But-"

Miss Karen walked into the room as everyone settled on the wooden floor.

"Today, class we will practice…." Karen began, but her voice trailed off as Evan entered the room, "You're late, Evan Michels."

"Sorry," he said sitting down beside me.

I smiled and he half-heartedly offered me a daisy with only one petal.

"Sorry," he repeated and I took his hand. I didn't let go of it through all of class.

Later, I sat on the library sofa rereading The Slippery Slope

Violet sat next to me. I looked up from the book.

"What happened?" I asked her

"With what?" she replied

"You and Quigley," I said, "on the mountain."

She took the book from me and eyed the page I had been reading.

"What?" she said sounding surprised, "Why this in here? This shouldn't- this is about V.F.D., not any of this."

"You haven't answered the question," I interrupted

"Well," She began but was interrupted once more by Quigley who appeared in the doorway.

"What are you doing here?" she asked him

"I just came," he said, "to see you."

Violet smiled as Quigley sat down beside her. I rolled my eyes.

"We were just talking about you," Violet beamed.

"Oh, you were," he said

"No," I said, "We were discussing book ten."

"Book ten," Quigley repeated

"When we first met," Violet continued

"Yes, I remember," he said

"Was it love at first sight?" I asked, half mockingly

"No," Violet said

"Yes," Quigley said

Violet looked at him.

"It was?" she asked, "I thought you were a bit strange, no offence."

"None taken," he said, "You though I was dead. And I remember that day: It was the third or fourth day of being in the mountains and I had led you to the remains of the headquarters."

"When we knew you were at the top of the mountain, Quigley and I climbed the slope to find you," Violet told me.

"I know, I have read the book," I said, "just tell me what happened on the ledge."

"Ok," she said, "We were resting when-"

"Dinner's ready," Klaus called, "or, rather, Isadora's back with dinner, so either way: food!"

"Oh yeah," Quigley said, "I also came for food."

Violet hit him with a throw pillow and we all went to eat, smiles wide across our faces. This was turning out to be an interesting summer after all.

And there it is. I don't know when to end this story, it keeps on going and going. Maybe just a few more chapters. Check my message board in my bio for random updates.