Oh hey, yeah I own nothing except for Michelle and Anya. The rest belongs to its proper owners. 3

"It sure is," I heard someone say from behind me. I turned around and saw Kevin, Nick, and Joe standing there.

"Hi Ells," Joe said.

"Michelle!" Kevin shouted. He ran up to me and gave me a huge hug.

"Kev," I said through gasping for air. "Air." He pulled back immediately.

"Oh Lord I'm so sorry."

"It's fine," I said laughing.

"Kevin, I'm gonna go meet the rest of the campers," Nick said from behind Kevin.

"Kay," was all Kevin said. Nick looked at me and walked away slowly.

"We have a lot to talk about," Kevin said smiling at me.

I had been staring after Nick and snapped out of it right after Kevin started talking to me.

"What, oh yeah. Tons." I looked over at Joe. He was looking at the lake.

"Joe," I said. He looked at me with a question kind of look in his face. "What are you doing?"

"Thinking," was all he said. Then he turned and walked away.

"That would be one of the things we have to talk about," Kevin said from behind me.

I jumped. "Shit Kevin, you scared me!"

"Don't cuss."

"Sorry." He laughed.

"Um, I should probably go get my stuff to my room. And find Anya."

"Anya's here?"

"Somewhere."

"That's great, I can't wait to see her again." Did I mention that Anya knew them too? No? Well, now you know.

I walked away from Kevin because I couldn't handle it. I'm an emotional person when it comes to these boys. I started roaming the camp and headed for one of the music halls that weren't already being used for classes that started uber early. I walked in to what I thought was an empty music hall and heard piano playing. I saw Nick on the stage playing a song. It sounded like a mix of A Little Bit Longer and Black Keys. It was amazing.

My eyes started tearing up. I just sat down and listened.

I walked up on the stage and sat down next to him. During one of the pauses between lyrics he said "Will you sing the next part with me?"

I just nodded. His voice was choked with tears. I started singing.

"You don't know what you got till it's gone. And you don't know what it's like to feel so low. And every time you smile, you laugh, you glow. You don't even know, no, no. You don't even know." I took over the piano for him. I had learned the song years ago and was proud I had. Nick just continued on into Black Keys. I made the transfer sound horrible.

He laughed a little and put his hands over mine to show me how to do it.

"Oh," I said softly. 'Nick…. Please don't. God help me.'

Nick just continued to show me how to play it. He had moved to stand behind me. I looked at him and saw that he was crying. I stopped playing immediately and stood up to face Nick.

"Oh, Nick," was all I had to say for him to completely break down. I pulled him to sit down on the bench. I sat next to him and put my hand on his shoulder. He put his head on my shoulder and I just sat there comforting him as best as possible.

"Nick? Stupid to ask, are you ok?"

"I don't know," he said in between tears. He sat up and looked at me. The tears had stopped but you could see the tear tracks on his cheeks. "It's been getting worse. My blood sugar has been bad. I can't fix it. It's too much. I want it to end. I just can't"

"Nick, look at me. No, look at me." I put my hand under his chin and made him look up at me. "You're going to be fine. I promise. Just breathe. I'll help you get your blood sugar back to normal. Everything is going to be fine. Here, let me show you something. I wrote a song for you."

"When I'm down and feelin lost. I'm scared and all alone. And I don't know what to do. I think of you. There are times when I'm scared and I don't know where to turn. I just think of all you've done and I feel…. I can be strong and I see that the storm is almost gone. As long as I believe things get better over time. And there's an end to my fears… when I think of you."

"That's all I have so far," I said to him.

"Michelle," He said. "That was… just wow. I didn't know you could write or sing like that."

"It's not very good though…. I was just freaking out over something a little while back and thought of you and all you had made it through. It made me think that if you could make it through Diabetes, then…. Yeah…."

"Wait, no. Finish that sentence."

"Nick, I don't want to."

"Finish it."

"I'm leaving."

"Home?"

"No, my room."

"Please, just tell me."

I thought this over for a few minutes. "Fine."