I'm sitting in my tent, staring at the wall and thinking about nothing in particular. My life is practically meaningless these days.

"Marion, come out here!" My father booms, sounding oddly excited, like a child on Christmas morning.

I lean forward so my mouth is near the tent flap and shout, "I can't, I'm busy!"

Someone walks into my tent as I lay down on my cot with a sigh.

"Go away." I groan, not wanting to talk.

The persons tisks. "Oh, is that really how you greet your best friend?"

That voice is WAY too familiar...

I raise my head and open my eyes and find myself attacked by a pile of blonde hair. My breath rushes out of my lungs as the stranger squeezes me to death.

"C-Carrie?" I gasp, barely breathing as she squeezes me tighter.

She nods into my hair and I finally get feeling back into my arms so I can hug her back. We separate and I run my eyes over her, finding it hard to believe we haven't seen each other in almost two months or so.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" I practically scream, hugging her fiercely again. The gesture does not go unrequited.

"My dad said I could stop by and visit, since we were on our way home from London." She explains, talking in a lightning fast voice. "I can only stay for a week, but it should be enough to do some damage."

I look at my best friend, bewildered. Her hair, platinum blonde, is more curly at the ends and her face is just as beautiful, bright blue eyes sparkling like sapphires.

"I'm so happy you're here." I breathe, hugging her again just to make sure I'm not dreaming.

"Okay, so tell me." She starts, holding my hands as she swings her body onto my cot and crosses her legs. "What has happened between you and Mr. Jones while I've been gone?"

"I'd rather not talk about that at the moment." I say airily, picking up her suitcase and putting it next to my dresser, taking care to avoid Carrie's searching eyes.

"What happened?" She asks, walking over to me.

"I said I didn't want to talk about it." I grunt, closing my eyes.

"But you will eventually." She confirms, not even asking.

I glance up at her, my best friend, the person I've told everything to since kindergarten. Why is it suddenly so hard to talk to her?

"Of course." I smile. Suddenly, I'm filled with energy again. "C'mon, I have to give you a personal tour of the camp and you have to meet everyone!" I grab her hand and yank her out of the tent.

And for the first time in about two weeks, I'm truly happy.

Best friends have that kind of magic, you know.

Yay! Carrie's back!! That was the surprise, just in case you guys didn't know. You probably all hate me because you thought the surprise would be a kiss, but don't worry, it'll come! I thought that Carrie deserved a bigger part in this story, seeing as you guys liked her so much in the beginning. She is, in fact, based off a real friend of mine, so I hope you enjoy reading her as much as I like writing her.

Alright, I'm done babbling. Review please! And look for any typos!