Chapter four is up guys!!!! I'm so excited…dunno why I just spent a night in an airport because my plane was canceled. Well anyway, read and review. It is always

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DJ kicked close the rickety screen door and collapsed on the lower bunk of the bunk bed her and Trista shared. Trista had taken the top like Crispin, leaving DJ the bottom. Unlike the boys, they had already unpacked and neatly stowed their bags in the corner. She hugged Fred's sweatshirt tight around her, the sleeves reached to her knees and she could probably wear it as a dress. She had put her shorts again, but left the tank top off. The pink and green bathing suit top clashed terribly with the black and white plaid shorts and his orange sweatshirt. Fred was leaned against the doorjamb, water dripping off his hair and down his cheeks and neck. He shook his head, spraying water everywhere. He slid down the wall; his clothes were damp from the rain and stuck to him. As he slid down the wall, his shirt rode up his back and he ultimately slipped and fell flat on his butt.

"It's cold." Moaned DJ, burrowing into her pink fluffy sleeping bag.

"Not really." Fred stretched out his legs and wiggled his toes. "You're just a wimpy little girl."

"I am not!" she whined.

"Yes you are, first you complain it's soooo damn hot. Then," he mimicked her voice, poorly. It was too high pitched and nasally. "Oh its so cold, ahhhhh."

Fred stood up and spun around dramatically. He landed on the bed, on top of her. He stretched out again, even though his head was pushed up near the head board his long skinny legs hung over the edge. DJ squirmed out so that her head stuck out of the bag. She scooted over so that he could have some pillow. It was light purple and soft with flowers on it. She scrunched her nose and pouted her pink lips and looked straight into his eyes.

"You look funny. Like my cat, you know the really fat gray one, right before my sister dropps her in the bathtub." He muttered to her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer "Only, you're not furry, or fat. You're really, really pretty actually…" he trailed off, still staring in her blue eyes. He moved closer so that their noses touched together.

Ok Fred, know would be a super time to say something romantic, or kiss her.

"Fred, can I ask you something?" she murmured. "You can't get mad at me though, ok?"

"Sure, anything." He quickly replied.

"Do you like someone? I'm really sorry I keep asking but, I-I-I'm curious." She stuttered, breaking eye contact with him.

"Uhmm, yeah I do actually." He said, blushing. Are you BLIND!!!! Do I have to spell it out for you? Two letters, D and J…

"Oh, alright." She whimpered. "Can I ask who?"

"I'd rather you didn't know." He sat up and leaned against the wall near the bed and put his chin between his knees.

"Why not?" she questioned. "Can I guess? If I guess her, wait, it is a her right?" Oh my god, Trista was right. He is gay; I'm in love with a gay guy!?!?! He can't be gay; he's always looking down my shirt.

"No, I'm in the closet. I'm madly, secretly in love with Boyd." He said sarcastically. "But, now I guess, the secrets out honey. So don't tell anyone." He whispered to her, his lips brushing across her cheek.

"Please tell me your kidding…" she moaned. Please, please, please…

"Of course I'm kidding. Do think I would stare at your" he was cut off abruptly a heavy sigh of what seemed to be relief. Realizing what he was about to say, she sat up rapidly and looked at him.

"Stare at my what?"

"Nothing, I never said anything" he lied. "Why do you want me to stare at something of yours?"

"Liar."

"Why do you want me to stare at something of yours?"

"No, yes, I don't know!"

"Psycho…"

"Shut up."

"Make me."

"Oh, I will…"

"Shit"

Before he had any time to react, she jumped on top of him. The pink sleeping bag draped over he legs. This is a little weird. Fred was completely shocked, but he just started laughing.

"What's so funny, your under my control know." She said evilly. She grasped her forearm and flexed her fingers like a claw.

"I'm terrified. A midget with a metal arm fashioned out of a pepper shaker. What are you gonna do, make me sneeze to death then steal my brain?"

"No, this. I don't want your brain."

She poked him in the side, making his twist away and laugh. DJ poked him again only this time, he retaliated by poking her in the stomach or the middle of the sleeping bag. She ducked inside, still laughing. The laughter made the pink fluff on the bag quiver. For the second time that evening, Fred was in control. He poked her again, but he couldn't see her through the fur so he just picked a random spot. She squeaked loudly, and flailed he legs wildly. The sudden violent movement caused her to topple off the bed and onto the hard wood floor, hitting her head against the boards with a dull thump. She landed in a very ungraceful manner, her upper body out of the bag and her legs still up on the bed still. Fred looked over the edge and raised an eyebrow in disbelief. He's cute, in a dorky way. Like one day, I'm gonna have an 'accident' with some scissors and fix that hair. It looks like he slept on his face and then gelled where it was sticking up. I know what I'll do, bleach it…bleach always fixes everything.

"DJ, are you ok." He looked genuinely concerned. He crawled off the bare mattress and sat next to her.

"I just hit my head, I'll live," she said. "I'm just kinda stuck. Can you maybe help me out…literally?"

"Certainly. For a price though."

"What is it?"

"Tell me who you like, you asked me like forty eight hundred times. I think I should be allowed to ask once." He said smoothly.

"Well, he is at camp. He is tall and skinny and absolutely brilliant and cute in an awkward way. He has a pretty big family and he's the oldest. Lastly and most importantly, he doesn't have a girlfriend." She replied hotly.

"Oh really. Well that doesn't help me at all." He groaned

"Well, I spilled you have to now you have to."

"Fine, well uhmmm" he thought to himself. "For one, she's absolutely gorgeous. Two, she's smart as hell, makes me feel stupid actually. Three, she's here, at this very moment in time. Hmmm, her family is average, but cool none the less. And she's single."

"Help me now, please. I told you what you wanted to hear, didn't I?"

"No"

"No!" she squawked. "Why not?"

"Because, it's fun to torture you."

He flipped over onto his back and stared at the ceiling and then looked at DJ, she was staring at him. Their legs were propped up on the bed, making the legs of his pants slide down his legs. DJ, who was still stuck in the sleeping bag, inched towards him and put her head on his chest. Wow, I wonder what's wrong. A heartbeat that fast can't be healthy. Maybe because he's really tall… Oh my God. What if he doesn't like me touching him? What if- her train of though was broken by Fred. He was trying to hold her hand, but struggling to find it in his too big orange sweatshirt she was still wearing. DJ looked at him and again moved a little closer. OK…now is just about as good a time as any to tell her.

"Hey, DJ, can I tell you something?" he asked quietly.

"Sure. What's up?" Oh I think you know what's up…

"Do you wanna-" he was interrupted by DJ

"Wait, before you say anything, I wanna do something." she said. "So, close your eyes."

"O…k"

Fred took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He was nervous, he had no idea what to expect but what he wanted to happen. Fred heard her move towards him, he felt her breath on his cheek. Fred felt her small fingers on his neck and chest. He opened his eyes to realize she was gonna do it. Fred put his arm around her to pull her closer. She tilted her head to the side and pressed her lips against his. He kissed her back. I never thought my first kiss was going to be a. here on the floor or b. with her. Before the kissing became too intense the door creaked open and his thoughts were broken up by the sound of giggling. High pitched female giggling.

"Oh my, see Crispin. This is what happens when we leave these two alone."

"For some reason I don't believe that they were doing 'nothing' at the lake, Trista love."