AN: Yeah, I know its been awhile, but I've had so much stuff to do lately its not even funny. And I don't know, but something about this story isn't inspiring me. I don't know if I'm going to continue. Anyway, this is more like a teaser than an actual chapter. There's a RENT phrase somewhere.

Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.

Benjamin Coffin III shifted impatiently as Mr. Grey, the rich, slightly graying camp director, began his spiel; about "getting lost in nature, instead of cyberspace", "quality time with new friends" – the usual crap. He had heard the same speech about five times and it was always the same, word for word. He tuned out the words and his mind turned to thoughts of another Grey.

Mr. Grey's daughter, Allison, had just joined the slew of counselors a couple days ago after having been in Europe for a month. Benny had been instantly riveted by the tall, shapely blond with flashing blue eyes. Not that she paid any attention to him. Or anyone at Camp Wahoo for that matter. She had made it pretty clear from day one that she wanted to be anywhere else but at "some dumb camp picking up after little monsters" and was only a counselor so she could pay her father back for college tuition. As she would shrilly describe, for anyone who would listen (Benny), her father was being "so totally unfair" and refused to back down for once, no matter how much she cried and pleaded. The other counselors secretly cheered for the aging director, but Benny would not be deterred. He was determined to score with the hot, blond chick.

Suddenly he realized from the tone of his voice that Mr. Grey was wrapping up his speech, having just gone over the camp's "Policies", all of which were broken within the first two days. Outwardly he maintained his alert expression, but inwardly he rolled his eyes and mimicked the man's favorite slogan, "Obey, or you'll pack!"

Next, Mrs. Grey, a rather plump woman in her fifties read off the cabin names and the counselor assigned to each. Benny faked a grin when his name was called and glanced disinterestedly at his group of boys. Something piqued his memory slightly about the Hispanic one, but he dismissed it.

He listened interestedly when she called off Allison's cabin though and the girl flashed the same brand of fake smile at her campers. He glanced at the girls and then back at Allison. Then stopped. And looked back at the girls.

His mouth dropped open. But nothing came out.

POPOPOPOPOPOPOPOP

"Okay, so let me get this straight," Maureen said. "You," she pointed to now very green Mimi, "dated him?". She pointed up at Benny. Mimi buried her head in her hand and moaned.

"He's like, what, 19?" Joanne exclaimed. "That's like, illegal!" Her eyes sparkled slightly.

Maureen giggled slightly. "Sheltered much?" Then she turned back to Mimi. "She's right though. What were you thinking?"

Mimi took her head out of her hands and rubbed slightly at her temples. "First of all, it's not illegal because we didn't have sex. We weren't even dating…exactly." She closed her eyes and shook her head, as if trying to clear the images from her mind.

"Exactly?" Joanne raised an eyebrow. How can you not be dating exactly?"

Maureen stared at her. "How do you do that?" she wondered pointing to her eyebrow and trying to imitate the expression.

Joanne shrugged. "It's not hard." She turned back to Mimi. "What do you mean not dating exactly?"

"Well we met at a party one of my friends had," Mimi said opening her eyes slowly. She caught sight of Maureen's twisted features and stared.

"Anyway… yeah so this was about a year ago. He was friends with the girl's brother and I thought he was cute so I started flirting. Next thing I know we're playing "7 Minutes in Heaven". We saw each other a couple times after that, though we pretty much just made out. Then he just kind of dumped me, said that I was too young, and he already had a girlfriend. I didn't see him after that."

"What a scumbag!" Maureen exclaimed. Mimi giggled.

"You sound like Angel. She always called him "that yuppie scum". Then buried her face in her hands and moaned again.

"What is he doing here?" she asked. "I don't think I can deal with this right now."

Maureen patted her back sympathetically and glanced up at the platform.

"Oh crap, I think he saw us," she said. Mimi turned white again.

"And who is that blond that just grinned at me?" Maureen continued.

Joanne peered at her. "I think that's our counselor, Allison. My dad was talking to her earlier."

Suddenly the same loud piercing noise that had summoned them to the flagpole screamed its way through the crowd.

"And now would all the counselor find their campers and begin to make their way over to the mess hall, lunch will begin in about twenty minutes." the lady with the microphone said.

"Oh god," Mimi said, "Yeah, I need to find Angel." But before she could move, the girl Maureen had referred to earlier appeared by their post.

"Hi, I'm Allison and I'm going to be your counselor this week."

Yeah, I don't know what's with me, but I am not happy with this chapter at all. Hope you find it somewhat enjoyable. I'll try and write more soon, but I'll probably be working on some other things before I get to this again.