((Disclaimer: No, I don't own them. Not the characters, locations or movies. The quotes are from the movie. I did however write the background stories on the characters. Camp Arden refers to Jann Arden, because I was listening to her song while writing much of this. Kennedy is the name of my highschool. Made of Glass is a song by Trapt that I was listening to while uploading.))

((antiIRONY, I was expecting at least one or more reviews like yours when I uploaded the chapter. It's a really a bad habit I have and my leaving in the dialogue and such is my way of kind of cheating and I really shouldn't do it. I'm going to leave the chapter as it is for now because thankfully, I am out of dialogue from the movie and when I write the D3: Sequel I'll keep the dialogue minimal. But thanks for your ideas; I'll keep them in mind. And thanks to all reviewers especially Ghostwriter, MadmButterfly713, Gaffney06, BrokenAngel1753, Hiding in the Shadow, Jessie 13 and a few others. You guys review like every chapter. Thanks sooo so much, glad you like it.))

Julie's POV
Once everyone had calms down a bit, we head back on the bus to Los Angeles. We're gonna pack our bags, have a Team Campout, then everyone flies back to their hometown. By the day after tomorrow I'll be back in Maine. And as much I hated the small dorm and hotels, these are the best people and the best time I've ever had. Okay, don't think about that right now. We just won the gold in the Junior Good Will Games. This has been the most incredible experience in the world. I sit down in the same seat on the bus and lean my head against the window. Everybody is still screaming and celebrating. I'm getting one of the worst headaches I've ever had. I just close my eyes and lean my face on the cool glass.
"Julie." Dean rubbed my arm softly. "Jules, what's wrong?"
"I'm just tired." I said smiling half-heartedly
"Are you sure? You okay?" Aww, he's so cute when he's concerned.
"Yeah. I'm fine."
That night we held a killer party in the dorms. We were the last team still sleeping in dorms and we had the whole building to ourselves. It didn't end until 3:30 in the morning when Bombay came by with the cops. Everyone broke apart and returned to their rooms. The minute my head hit the pillow I fell asleep. Truth is, as happy as I am about winning; I have to go back to Maine, with my overbearing mother and living practically as an only child. Back to the same boring routine, probably going to Camp Arden for the rest of the summer with a bunch of rich snobs. Then going to back to Kennedy Academy for my sophomore year with the same rich snobs. It's not all bad, I mean my Dad is great plus the off chance I see my brother, and I do have friends and my old hockey team. But it still won't be the same. That whole lifestyle is something I never really wanted, just something I happen to be born into.
A knock at the door wakes me up. I roll over and pull the pillow over my head. I feel sick and tired. Connie, already dressed opens the door and leaves with Guy to breakfast. Some ten minutes later there is another knock. I roll over and put my back to the door. Whoever it is will leave eventually.
Or not…
End POV

Dean's POV
I open the door slowly and step inside the small bedroom. I see Julie lying on her bed facing the wall. I walk over and sit on the edge of the bed. Julie turns around and sits up when she sees me.
"Oh, hey." She says kind of surprised.
"Hey. I just came up to see if you were okay. You didn't come down to breakfast."
"Yeah, I'm really tired." I looked into her light eyes and she turned away.
"What's up?" I watched as her eyes filled with tears.
"I don't want to leave, yet." She said laughing, trying to make her voice as light as possible. "I don't want to go home. Home is so boring and stupid and lonely compared to this." The tears spilled from her eyes and slid down her pale cheeks. I move closer to her and brush a tear from her chin. I smile as positively as I can, trying to make her feel better.
"So am I, Jules. Leaving is gonna suck."
"The leaving I can handle. It's the saying goodbye that hurts."
"Hey. It definitely doesn't end here." She smiled sadly at me.
"How can you be so sure?"
"I just am." I took her face in my hands and kissed her softly. "C'mon, get dressed. I know for a fact that you're hungry." She smiled and rubbed the rest of the tears from her eyes.
"Yeah, I am."
She got dressed and we went to breakfast together. After that we went back to the Coliseum and skated around for a few hours. Then we had an early dinner because everyone was ordered back to their dorms to pack. Tonight we're having a camp out and then tomorrow everyone takes off. I have a 6 p.m. flight tomorrow so I get to wait around and watch everyone leave individually. It's really gonna suck. I finish taking a shower and getting dressed. Fulton is already finished packing his stuff, not that he has much with him. I pulled my battered suitcase from underneath the bed and started throwing clothes and magazines in sloppily. The silence is killing me.
"So on a scale from one to ten how stupid is the campout going to be?"
Fulton laced up his combat boots and pulls his army pants over the top. He sighed and stood up.
"Pretty stupid. Just a bonfire and hanging out. What a way to go out, huh?"
"Yeah well, everyone is splitting up tomorrow so I guess it's like an opportunity to say bye or whatever." I'm gonna miss Julie so much. She isn't like the girls I usually go out with, she keeps me sane. Fulton must've read my mind.
"So what's up with you and Jules? What are you gonna do?"
"There really is nothing we can do. Chicago and Bangor aren't exactly close."
"That sucks."
"Yeah I'm gonna miss her a lot. And you, and everyone."
"You're gonna miss Julie the most. So it is just going to be over for you guys, just like that?" I sat down on my empty bed, exasperated.
"I guess for right now, yeah. It can't go anywhere. But as lame as this sounds I have this feeling like, I dunno, like it doesn't end here for us." Fulton nodded and turned his head away, not looking me in the eye. "What, Fulton?"
"Okay. I hate to be the asshole of bad news and I'm only saying this because, well it's probably true. I hope I'm wrong but I think that even if you two do meet up again, you won't be the same couple you are now." I knew that was coming.
"Yeah, why?" I know I sound angry at him, but I'm not. I'm just frustrated because I know exactly what he is talking about.
"A girl like Julie, I'd give her a month at least before she is with another guy. And not because she doesn't care about you, but you're just not that guy and that's just the way it happens. Trust me, it's happened to me."
I sighed and shut my eyes. As much as I hate to admit it, he is probably right. And I knew that, I knew that when I first liked Julie. But it still feels like hell inside me right now.
End POV

Campsite
Julie's POV
I'm so excited about this campout thing. See how some people love the beach and really warm weather; I like the forest and the coolness. Don't get me wrong, I love going to the beach, but something about the smell of trees and stuff lights me up. Besides campfire means smores! Hello, can you say heaven on earth. I haven't done anything like this since I was almost nine. But anyway I'm in a way better mood than I was this morning. I was an emotional wreck last night. And I kind of broke down in front of Dean, which I think freaked him out more than he'll admit. I've decided that Dean is an incredible guy and I should try and keep in touch as much as possible and if we never meet up I will most definitely remember this experience. As much as that hurts because I really hope that we'll be more than just friends, more than just a memory. Dean walks by and won't look me in the eye. Oh what now? I walk over to the group seated on some logs and see that Dean is being awfully quiet. The sun begins to set behind the trees and the team is happily chattering while Bombay, Tibbles, Jan, Charlie and Jesse attempt to build a fire. It looks pretty funny. I stay standing and watch from a little farther away. Dean looks so gorgeous tonight wearing his ripped jeans, a black sweater and his regular bandana. Something is up with him though, being so out of it and dazed isn't like him. His eyes have that far off look he gets when he is thinking about something. I start nibbling on my lip without noticing. I want to go over and sit comfortably next to him, smelling the faint cologne the makes me melt. But I'm getting this weird vibe that he doesn't want me right now. After all, he refuses to make eye contact with me. The fire eventually gets lit as everyone finds sticks for marshmallows and I sit down next to Connie and Guy, still unsure of the negative vibe I'm getting. Dean sits with Fulton and Dwayne opposite us, across the fire. Once everyone is sitting, Dwayne starts strumming his guitar and everyone sings along. Nobody actually knows any of these songs, except maybe Dwayne but whatever. I stare intently at Dean but he seems to want to look everywhere but at me. The chill is starting to get to me and my sweatshirt is over in my tent. I see behind me there is a flannel sweater, probably Charlie's, so I pull it over my shoulders. Right then I catch Dean's eyes on me, blazing with the light from the fire, but he turns away quickly. That's when Golburg lit his marshmallow completely on fire and needed Charlie's help to put it out. I had to laugh along with everyone else. Then Dwayne starting playing a familiar song.
I've paid my dues. Time after time. I've had my sentence but committed no crime.
Then everyone joins in. This song is so appropriate for this win.
And bad mistakes. I've made a few. I've had my share of sand kicked in my face but I've come through. And we go on and on and on and on! We are the champions, my friends. And we'll keep on fighting, 'til the end. We are the champions, we are the champions. No time for losers, cause we are the champions OF THE WORLD!
That's when everyone forgot all the words and started laughing because Fulton and Dean had grabbed Averman and started to play punch him. And when it was over we all clapped. Maybe we are an insult to Queen but we tried. Happy moment gone, Dean still isn't meeting my eyes. God what is wrong with him. He did it again! Look up, look away. What the hell? I can't just sit here and take this any more. I get up and walk away from the fire towards the edge of the camp where there is a small manmade lake. I slip off my flip-flops and dip my feet in the cold water. I faintly hear footsteps behind me. Dean sits down next to me.
"Hey."
"Hi." I say a little too harshly. I feel the bottom of my pants getting wet but I really don't care. I'm not even sure what I'm feeling. He's pulling away from me. Even sitting next to me I feel his body get tense and turning away. "What's wrong with you?"
"What'd you mean?" He said looking down at his hands. God, what the hell?
"Why are you avoiding me?"
"I'm not." He said softly still looking into his palms.
"You haven't made eye contact with me since we got here." He looked up quickly. I raised my eyebrows.
"I'm just, I dunno. Questioning why we're even together?" Are you kidding me?
"What the hell are you talking about?" He got up and walked a foot away from me. "Can you please just stop and talk to me!" I said getting up and following him. "What do you mean questioning why we're together?"
"I'm not good for you, Julie."
"You're joking! I wish everyone would just stop telling me what is good for me. Don't you think I can decide for myself?"
"I guess not. God, Julie, I barely even know you! So exactly what the fuck were we thinking?" My mouth opens in disbelief.
"We were thinking that we could find someone we could get to know and talk to. How the hell am I supposed to do that if you're pulling away from me, Dean?"
"I'm pulling away for good reason. What if this whole thing, you and me, was a mistake?"
"Did it feel like a mistake when you had your tongue half way down my throat? No, I bet it didn't." Ouch, I didn't mean to say that at all. He looks crestfallen.
"I'm not the right guy for you, okay? Can we just leave it at that?" He started walking away. I could not leave it like this.
"Dean! "I run and catch up with him. "I didn't mean any of that crap. What I meant to say is that, I care about you. Whether you're the right guy for me or not, I choose you. I trust you and you need to able to trust me enough to tell me what's going on in your head. For real, Dean. What's really wrong?"
"Julie, tomorrow you're gonna get on that plane and go to Maine. Back to your rich parents and elite school. And maybe not at first, but eventually, some guy will come chasing after you. And I'll just be some memory, some guy in Chicago."
"Some amazing guy, that I'll never forget, Dean." I grab his hand and hold it tightly. "Besides what happened it to it doesn't end here, huh?"
"That's bullshit and you know it." I shake my head no.
"No, it's not. It doesn't have to be."
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((This was probably the most difficult chapter to write because I had no idea what I was going to do between them before they leave. Next chapter is going home and I might do an album on the webshots to go with it cause I'm a loser like that. I'm sorry I took so long with this chapter. It's been like over a week, grr. I'll update ASAP.))