SO, I know I said that I would possibly put out a few chapters last night, depending on when I fell asleep... and I ended up putting in The Haunting in Connecticut while I was typing up this chapter... and I fell asleep... so I technically didn't lie :P.

And MAJOR thanks to you guys/girls that have reviewed (:. Its good to know I'm not just wasting my time when I write this.

xxx.

I felt a really bad pain from my head hitting the ground just by his chest, then I was gone.

"Booobby! Caaaammie!" I heard a girls voice yelling in the black. I thought I heard someone close by gasp and take off running, but I couldn't be sure. "Caaammie? Boooobby?"

Why is it so black? I wondered. Then I realized... Oh. I thought as I opened my eyes. Right. Having your eyes closed will make it pretty dark. It was night, but not exactly the "black" I had thought. I noticed Bobby, sweet Bobby, one arm on his stomach and one thrown out, inches from where my head had landed. I crawled up to him, and thats when I noticed the blood droplets on his face.

"Oh, God! Bobby?" I shook him, hoping that he wasn't badly injured. "Bobby! The blood!"

He startled me by sitting up, right as Brenda came up over the edge of the rocks. "Guys! What the heck are you doing? Where have you been this whole time? Did you not hear me yelling your names? Why are you on the ground? And where's Beauty?"

As she had been rattling off these questions, obviously a little peeved, she was working her way down to where we were slowly pulling each other to our feet.

"We fell." I told her, pointing to the edge we fell from. I noticed that when I spoke, and pointed, and moved, and breathed, my head felt like it was going to explode. "And Beauty... ran off. We couldn't catch her." I caught Bobbys eyes and could tell that he had wanted me to lie.

"Well, come on. Let's get back before Mom has a heart attack." Brenda urged.

Bobby wrapped an arm around my shoulder and I put one around his waist. Brenda grabbed my free hand and basically had to drag us back to the trailer. When we finally got there, Bobby stopped us. "Brenda, tell Mom we're coming, okay? I need to talk to Cameron. Please?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Just don't disappear. I'm not coming and looking for you again." She scoffed.

As soon as she disappeared, Bobby pulled me tightly to him. Bobby is very tall, and I am very short. Put the combination together, and I come up to about 5 inches below his shoulder. I felt as though every inch of me was protected, with him holding me this way. "Cameron, I don't want them to know. About Beauty. I don't want to freak them out. And I'm so sorry you had to see that." he whispered and somehow managed to pull me tighter to him.

"Bobby, it's o-"

"No. Do not say it's okay. I should have protected you better. What if whatever got to Beauty came back while I was sleeping on the ground in the middle of the desert and got to you?" I could see him mentally beating himself up. "Then what? I wouldn't have been able to handle it. I'm a horrible bo-... best... friend." There was a bit of silence.

"Bobby?"

"Yeah?" he grunted. I could tell he was still abusing himself. I paused.

"I love you." I felt him smile into my hair, which in return made me smile.

"I love you." he replied. "So much."

"I don't know whats going on, but I want you to promise me you ownt leave. That you won't go running off on your own, no matter what happens. Swear to me you won't leave my side." I pleaded.

"Of course." He replied. "I swear."

"Bobby Alexander Carter and Cameron Grey Bukowski, Mom says you have five seconds to get your butts in this trailer." Bobby sighed and unwrapped himself from around me, but grabbed a tight hold on my hand.

As soon as we got through the door, Ethyle grabbed Bobby and Lynn grabbed me. Both were fussing about the cuts on our heads, and at that point, all I wanted was to be back there with Bobbys arms around me. They both sat us down and began cleaning our cuts. I didn't pay much attention to their conversation, something about hearing breathing over the CB.

Then Bobby jumped up, hand already on the gun his dad had given him. He spun around as Ethyle tried to follow him.

"No, no, no, no! I want you guys to STAY HERE!" he nodded once at us, then ran out the door. Lynn and I immediately went to the window, and saw him creeping around, gun pointed down, towards the back of the trailer.

"Beast! Bea-" then a yell.

"Hey! What'd I say? Don't point that thing at me!"

A few seconds later, there was three knocks. We looked out the door and saw Doug standing there, arms full of random crap. Lynn rushed down the steps and I followed. But instead of running to Doug, I walked to Bobby, who was standing at the end of the trailer.

"Beast is gone." He said, pulling me in.

"He'll come back." I offered.

"Oh, yeah, you mean like Beauty did? Obviously." He snapped.

I stepped back a step, hurt from him snapping. Bobby never snapped at me. An ashamed look passed acros his face as he pulled me back. "I'm sorry CamBam. I'm just-"

"No," I cut him off. "I understand. I'm worried too." we heard Lynn talking to Doug.

"Dead end?"

"Yeah, this road goes nowhere. Just a bunch of craters."

Bobby sighed and leaned against the trailer. Everyone went inside, Doug mumbling about food and chapstick. Bobby turned to the side, and I took that as a sign to back off. He must have caught on to that, because he grabbed my arm, then seemed to think better of what he was about to say. He smiled sadly at me. "That wasn't me pushing you away, but it's a good idea for you to go inside."

I nodded and continued up to the steps. When I climbed up, I stopped at turned my head to Bobby. He had been watching me walk away.

"I'm not leaving you outside alone." I held my hand out. He smiled, walked over to me, put his hands on my waist and followed me inside. We stepped in and he turned, shut, and locked the door.

"Bobby! Don't shut that! We're leaving in a second." Bobby pulled a pained face that I'm sure only I saw.

"You're not gonna wait till Dad gets back?" He asked, walking over to Doug, who was putting Catherine to sleep.

"No, Bobby, I'm exhausted. I need to get some sleep."

"No, no, no, no. It's fine. You'll be more comfortable in here. Cause I'll just sleep on the floor, Cammie can have the table bed and Mom and Brenda are gonna be upfront. And you and Lynn can take the back. We got, uh, extra sleeping bags." The poor kid. He was trying so hard.

"Bobby... You've got seven people sleeping in a three person trailer. It's not comfortable. It's a little bit weird, okay?" Doug said in a tired voice. "Honey? You gonna bring the water?"

He began walking out and Bobby laid his head on top of mine, sighing. I turned to him. "Tell him." I whispered.

He ran after Doug. "Hey, hey, hey, Doug, Doug, can I talk to you?"

I figured he had that handled, so I sat down with Ethyle and she showed me a picture in some magazine. "Isn't it cute?"

"So cute." I replied without even looking. I was too focused on Bobby. On his body language. And just his body in general. He looked scrawny and weak, but I knew that wasn't true. I had felt his arms around me; I had cried into his chest; and I had witness him protect me from as much as possible. My beautiful Bobby. I could tell that his conversation wasn't going the way he wanted. And I hurt for him. I hurt for him so much. Because I understod just how right he was. We needed to stay together.

Bobby had just began to close the door when I realized I had left my blanket in the car. Now, call me immature if you will, but yes. I'm seventeen years old and I still have that one special blanket I can't sleep without. My security blanket. I jumped up and bolted out the screen door before Bobby could completely close it. He grabbed my arm. "Chrust, Cameron! What are you doing?" I could tell I had worried and upset him.

"Sorry, Bobby. I forgot my blanket. In the car. I need it. I'll be right back." I kept walking to the car to get it out and he followed.

"Cammie, I don't want you coming out here alone, okay? Promise me. There could be anything out here." He had grabbed me by both shoulders and turned me so that I was looking him dead in the eyes.

"Okay, I promise, Bobby." He smiled at my simple promise and pulled me close. I sighed at the warmth of his body against the cold desert night. "I love you Bobby. So much. I have for years."

"Me too. I just never knew how, or even if I should, tell you." I looked up into his eyes, and saw a fire burning there. and I'm not just talking about the campfire we still had going. We were going to be fine. I was sure of it. Big Bob would be ba... Every train of thought I had came to a screeching halt when he leaned his head down and kissed me. This wasn't like our normal. top of the head kiss. This was a full on, melt in your mouth, weak at the knees, leg popping, star bursting, romance movie kiss.

It started sweet and innocent, just like the Bobby everyone knows and loves. Then it turned into a full blown makeout session, and Bobby seemed to release some wild beast that I doubted anyone had ever seen before. Seeing that secret, caged beast be released in my best friend/love was almost more than I could handle.

He had pulled me into him and back us up until we were leaned up against the front door of the truck. I threw a leg up, around his waist. He caught it and was pulling me up and I pushed myself against him harder and harder. My hands were all over him. In his hair, sliding down his spine, rubbing up his chest.

"GUYS! Really?" Doug exclaimed from the back door of the truck that was still open. I dropped my leg and Bobby quickly backed up.

"Leave them alone, Doug! It's about time!" We heard Lyn laugh. I was blushing something fierce. I turned to grab my blanket, but it wasn't there.

"Bobby, did you get my blanket out?"

"No," I felt him come up behind me and help me look over the truck for it. "Maybe you put it in the trailer?"

"Hmm..."

"Cam," He whispered, looking around. "Please, let's just go in. I'll be your blanket tonight." I smiled, said goonight to Lynna and Doug, shut the door, and let Bobby lead me inside. He stopped again to lock the door, then to check and double check it. I noticed Brenda had went to sleep in the bed and Ethyle had just changed.

"I'm going to lay on the couch and wait until Bob gets home if you want to jump in the bed with Brenda. Or I can help you pull down the table-bed?" She offered.

"Oh, thanks, but I think I'm just gonna sit up with Bobby on the couch until Big Bob comes home." She smiled like she wasn't surprised.

"Of course." She laid down on the shorter end of the couch. I sat almost in the middle on the other side and Bobby leaned up against the wall with one leg on the couch, stretched to just barely touch my lap, and the other on the ground. We sat there in silence. I don't know what he was doing, but I was thinking. About everything that had happened the past few hours. It just didn't seem real that fourty-eight hours ago I had been laying in Brendas bed, watching Nightmare on Elm Street, and talking about all the cute guys we were going to meet in San Diego. I sighed and looked at Bobby. He had such lovely, soulful brown eyes, his shaggy brown, i-dont-care hairstyle. The way his too big clothes couldn't hide the fact that there was no meat on his bones, but could hide the muscles. The look on his face when he's thinking about something that makes him happy. Like the look he had on his face at that moment.

I smiled and crawled up ontop of him. He smiled down at my head on his chest. I fell asleep feeling very protected.

I awoke later to him constantly twitching his foot and turning the flashlight off and on by my head.

"Bobby." I mumbled, still basically asleep. "You're gonna wake your mom." I gently took the flashlight from him and dropped it in the direction of the ground. "What time is it?"

"Ahh... eleven forty-ni..." He paused. "Beast." He whispered. He managed to manuever himself out from under me. "Stay here."

"You promised you wouldn't leave me!" He kiseed my forehead and pleaded,

"Please. I'll be right back." I sighed and let him go, whispering an I love you to him. I had never fully woken up, so I was barely conscious when I heard movement through the door.

"Bobby?" I mumbled, unable to open my eyes. I felt strong arms lift me up, and judging by the fact it didn't feel like Bobby, I figured it was just Big Bob, moving me back to the bed.

I guess that's what I get for assuming.