Well, Camping Trip's back! Sorry if I kept you waiting. Ok, to thank the reviewers:

StarJen: wow, I didn't think it was that funny. Thanx. This one might not be as good though. And this fic won't last long; it's just a side project because I have block on my other stuff.

WhiteLadyDragon: mine did that a long time ago.

Me: yeah, I know who you are. And NONONONONONONO!!!!!!

The Pokenator: okaaay… Daffy, did you forget your antipsychotics this morning?

phoenix.kitty: no, no, if anything that's mild insanity. If you read Daphne's Chazzfic, it will get worse. She hasn't told me her username; I'll ask her. She might not put that one up anyway; it's a little…naughty. T at least, if you're being really lenient. More like M, really.

Disclaimer: Kaiseress does not own GX or the random House-inspired quote in this chapter.

Chapter 3

I am the only sane person in this party, Zane thought as he watched Jaden get savaged by Chazz and a squirrel, and Chazz being savaged by Alexis. Meanwhile, the squirrel was making a nest in Chazz's hair. How that little thing manages that without being stabbed to death, no one knows. Syrus tapped his older brother on the shoulder.

"Zane? I got the tinder set up. Don't you have the matches?" the younger Truesdale asked.

"Oh, right." Zane struck a match, which instantly attracted the attention of Chazz. The black-haired boy ran over and started staring blankly into the tiny flame.

"Pretty," he said stupidly.

"Can I help you?" Zane asked, annoyed.

"Pretty colors," Chazz repeated, pointing at the fire and accidentally sticking his hand into it. For a moment, nothing happened. Then—

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Chazz shrieked, pulling his hand out of the fire just as Zane flicked a lit match at his head. The squirrel chattered nervously as its host's hair went up in flames.

Chazz proceeded to run around like a complete numbskull, which, wait a second, he was, so that was entirely pointless to say and that advancement toward the authoress getting CTS was completely without purpose. Zane rolled his eyes and continued building up the fire. The squirrel decided to migrate to Syrus's head, where it quickly burrowed out of sight. Alexis and I, meanwhile, chased Chazz with the bucket of water while Daphne attempted to tackle aforementioned flaming idiot.

Atticus began poking Zane. Hard. And without stopping. Needless to say, this was starting to tick Zane off.

"What, Atticus?" he snapped after a large spiky club, two hundred and fifty-three tranquilizers, and three eighteen-ton weights failed to make Atticus stop poking him.

"Can I have a cookie?" Atticus asked stupidly. Zane began banging his head on the nearest tree.

"Uhh, Zane?" I asked. "Problem?"

"Shoot me. I'm surrounded by idiots." I patted him on the shoulder.

"Sorry, Zane," I said. "It's okay. Anything I can do besides what you just suggested by any chance?"

"I don't know," he said unhappily. "My hopelessly moronic friend won't stop poking me and asking for cookies, my brother just might set the forest on fire, and Chazz keeps screaming and setting himself on fire. I'm going insane." Just to prove his point, he hit his head on the tree again.

"Zane, stop that. You'll give yourself a concussion. And anyway, it's almost time to turn in. At least we'll be able to sleep," I said. Thankfully, we had somehow managed to set up separate tents, so we wouldn't have to share with anyone besides each other. I swear, if Zane and I had had to share a tent with them, we both would have gone insa—well, more insane.

Oh, and Syrus was on fire.

Zane tried and failed to tune out the world, then resumed giving himself a concussion in an attempt to escape the insanity that pervaded the very air around the campsite. Finally, once we realized that the insanity would not end, we just went to our tent. Zane ejected a small badger from his sleeping bag and relocated the creature to Chazz's, then returned and once again attempted to tune out the random screeches of a certain Princeton outside.

"Hey, does anyone know who put that badger in my sleeping bag?" Chazz asked in the morning. "It bit my feet."

"I don't know," I said innocently, shooting Zane a mischievous look. "I didn't even look in my sleeping bag."

"Jeez, do you two sleep together?" Atticus demanded.

"No!" Zane and I said hastily.

"Double negative; it's a yes," the elder Rhodes said.

"I'm taking a shower," I said. "See you later, say maybe in half an hour. I found this awesome hot spring yesterday." I tried to alert Zane as subtly as possible.

"God, you shower together?" Daphne asked.

"No!"

"Another double negative. Yes again," said Atticus.

"Shut up Atticus," I snapped irritably. "I know for a fact that you shower with Jaz. She told me; no denying it. And as for you, Daphne…I won't go there."

End Chapter

I know, it was weird. I may have to change this to a rated T fic. Darn it, I was hoping to avoid that. Those of you who watch House will know where that last bit of weirdness came from.