"Ninety nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety nine bottles of beer! You take one down, pass it around, ninety eight bottles of beer on the wall! Ninety eight bottles of beer on the wall, ninety eight bottles of beer! You take one down, pass it around, ninety seven bottles of beer on the wall. Ninety-"

By the time they got to ninety seven bottles of beer on the wall, Zoey had a pillowcase over her head and her hands clasped over her ears to drone out the sound of basketball camper's singing. Chase, who had been sitting beside Zoey on the bus, rummaged around his bag and brought out his MP3 Player. He handed the headphones to Zoey. She looked through the see through pillowcase at him and smiled, gratefully taking the headphones and plugging them into her ears. Chase turned the volume up so that Zoey wouldn't be able to hear the awful singing in the bus.

"Thanks," Zoey yelled over the voices of the other campers.

"Your welcome," Chase yelled back. He leaned back in his seat and shut his eyes. He had had to wake up extremely early that morning and he felt as if he would collapse if he didn't get some sleep. He had eaten a quick breakfast before running out to meet Zoey at the bus. He had almost missed it, but thankfully, he hadn't. The bus shook as it went along a rocky road. People kept singing and yelling, but Chase smiled anyways. He was going camping with Zoey. How perfect could this be?

Dear Zoey,

I'm sending you the pants now. I've had my share of excitement in them. I… uh, saw my mom today. I know, like, that seems great, right? It would have been great if I hadn't completely, totally exploded at her! I am such an idiot. And I didn't even pay for my burger. AND I spat out a piece of perfectly good gum that still had flavour left in it! Anyways, here are the pants. I'm sending it to the address you gave me… it should arrive at your basketball camp soon.

Much Love,

Nicole

Dana walked toward the nurse's office, feeling completely wiped out. She had just finished working her first shift. Being a waitress, she decided. Is a lot harder than I thought it would be. She wrapped her coat tighter around herself and started to run. Even though her legs hurt from rushing around the tree house, she wanted to get to the nurse's office in a hurry and then go to her room and sleep.

I wonder if Logan's ok. He probably is. I mean, he IS Logan Reese. But why did he faint in my room? Why did he faint at all? Maybe there's something wrong with him. Maybe he's sick! No… that's not good. No, that's not good at ALL. What do I do? What if he dies? Okay, now you're over thinking this…

She knocked two times on the nurse's office door before opening it herself. The nurse was sitting at her desk, writing on a piece of paper. When Dana came in, she put her pen down and looked up at her, waiting patiently to see what she wanted. Dana glanced over at the bed in the corner of the room. Logan wasn't there.

"I was… uh, wondering about…"

"Logan Reese?" the nurse said. She sighed and leaned backwards in her chair, making it creak. "He left awhile ago. He claimed he was all better, but honestly, I don't know what the idiot was thinking. He said he needed to go out and get a smoke. Naturally I had to try and stop him- I mean, I am considered a teacher. Or at least, part of the faculty. And the rules say that all faculty must-"

"Why did he faint?" Dana asked, cutting the nurse off in an impatient tone.

"Oh, right." The nurse rolled her eyes and picked her pen up again. "Well, he must have been a pretty heavy smoker. He was so addicted that smoking was all he wanted to do. He stopped eating and only took drinks of water, but otherwise he smoked to fill his stomach." She clicked her tongue and shook her head. "He needs some professional help, dear. He needs to quit otherwise he'll end up in a very tight position. I'll have to make a phone call later and send him off to-"

"Send him off?" Dana cried. "No! You can't do that."

"Well, I have to give him some help, dear. Do you have any better suggestions?"

Dana thought fast. "I'll help him," she blurted out.

The nurse laughed. Her laugh seemed to shake the walls. "Do you honestly think that your help will be more effective then the help of a professional? I don't think so." She tapped her pen against her desk. "I suggest you leave now. It's getting past your curfew, isn't it?"

Dana folded her arms across her chest. "I can do it."

The nurse sighed loudly, but didn't say anything.

"I CAN DO IT!" Dana yelled.

The nurse's grip on the pen tightened.

"I said, I CAN-"

"FINE, YOU CAN DO IT!" the nurse yelled, turning to look at Dana. Her face was an unusual shade of purple. "JUST GET OUT OF MY OFFICE BEFORE I THROW A CHAIR AT YOU! YOU ANNOYING LITTLE-"

Dana quickly ran out of the office, slamming the door shut behind her. She started walking toward her dorm room, feeling a strange feeling wind around in her stomach. Had she just volunteered to help Logan quit smoking? She shivered. This couldn't bring any good things about. She started running. Logan would be surprised when he heard the news.

Zoey awoke in her cabin, feeling light headed. She sat up in her bed and looked around. The girls she shared the cabin with were all still dozing. Alicia Williams, the girl who shared a bunk bed with Zoey, rolled over on the top bunk, snoring a little. Zoey crept out of the cabin, greeting the wind with pleasure.

I'm here. I'm here at basketball camp! How exciting.

Through the corner of her eye, she saw the shadow of a boy walking along the trail. Squinting, she saw it was Chase. Grinning from ear to ear, she cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled, "Chase! Chase!" He turned and she waved at him. He smiled and started jogging towards her.

"Hey, Zoey," he greeted her happily as he approached. "I thought I was the only one awake in the entire camp." He looked at her cabin. "So this is where you sleep? I'm over there where the boys' section is." He paused, looking slightly awkward. "So… uh… did you have a good sleep?"

"Oh yeah," Zoey said, nodding. "Totally… did you?"

"Yeah, totally, me too," Chas said, nodding his head vigorously.

The two of them just stood there awkwardly. It felt weird being together outside of PCA. It felt as if they both didn't know what to do or say. In a way, they really didn't. They both had feelings for each other that were beyond friendship, but none were willing to step forward and admit it. They both smiled at each other. Then Zoey went back into her cabin and Chase continued along the trail.

Dear Journal,

I have hooked up my feeling wired to my stomach to see what I was feeling before. The machine tells me that it's either something I ate or I have feelings for a person of the opposite gender. I believe it is the thing I ate. Perhaps it was the crab that I prepared last night for myself? I'm not exactly sure, but I plan to find out. I don't want to get sick!

I am most definitely sure that I do not have strong feelings for a person of the opposite gender. No one will take Mark's place in my heart. Never… although I do think that the Michael fellow is quite attractive in his own way…Wait! Why did I just start talking about Michael out of no where? Must be a side effect in my feeling machine… making me think of all these weird things. Better upgrade it.

Quinn

Nicole folded the pants, tears sparkling in her eyes. Her heart ached when she thought about her mother and how she had been wearing the pants when she had seen her for the first time in a year. A tear rolled down Nicole's cheek and landed on the pants. She slid them into a brown box which she wrapped with some pink paper. She addressed it to Zoey and wrote the basketball camp address on it.

"Here you go, Zoey," she said. "I'm sending you my sorrow."

Family's forever
Friends stick together
Boys are whatever

-Quote from a variety of people