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I didn't think people would be interested in reading a summer camp fanfic, but I'm sure glad that you guys reviewed! :)

Here's Chapter 2! Enjoy!

Phone Calls

"No, Ayame! I'm seriously pissed off about going to summer camp! I mean, what was my mom thinking?" Kagome shouted into the white cordless phone. It was Wednesday, two days before the girls had to leave. "Souta's eleven years old for God's sake! He can take care of himself!" Kagome wedged the phone between her ear and shoulder as she folded up a pair of jeans.

"So, you'd rather leave me and Sango alone while you run off in L.A. with Rin?" Ayame questioned.

"Um, w-well . . ." stammered Kagome. Oh, Ayame was so good at getting her quiet!

"That's what I thought."

Kagome sighed and shook her head. "But, of all places, why summer camp?"

"I don't know." Kagome could hear Ayame plop down on her squeaky bed. "But, who knows? We could probably find some hot guys there!"

"Ayame," sighed Kagome.

"Like we could be going on a hike and you could trip. And then a cute guy would catch you." Ayame described a typical, romantic movie scene as her turquoise eyes sparkled. "It would be so romantic! Love at first sight!"

"And maybe you can meet a childhood friend that you haven't seen in years," Kagome said in a sarcastic tone as she packed ten pairs of jeans into a navy blue suitcase that could fit a child inside.

"Oh! Yay, me!" Ayame squealed as she clapped London Tipton style.

Kagome rolled her eyes. "Hey, how many shirts are you bringing?" She stepped into her walk-in closet to browse through the possible outfits she could put together.

"Um . . ." Ayame looked at the organized piles of neatly folded clothes and counted the shirts. "I have three spaghetti-straps, five tank tops, ten short-sleeved shirts, and three long-sleeves. Oh, and make sure they're all different colors."

"Roger," Kagome said, carefully selecting some blouses to rip off of their plastic hangers.

"Roger? Ooh, is there a guy at your house? Is he cute? Is he related to you? Does he-"

"Ayame, shut up! That's another way to say yes. Chill!"

"Sorry. Got a little carried away there."

"Yeah, just a little." Kagome chose a blood red long-sleeved blouse and added it to her armful of clothes. There was a light beep from the phone. Kagome removed the device from her ear and looked at the caller ID. Sango. "Hey, Ayame, Sango's on the other line. I'm gonna three-way, okay?"

"Alrighty then!"

Kagome pushed a button and made it a three-way phone conversation. "Hey, Sango!" she greeted.

"Hello!" Sango greeted back.

"Rin's here, too, and she says hola!" Rin piped up from out of nowhere.

"Rin?" Kagome and Ayame questioned in unision.

"Yeah, my parents left for L.A. this morning," explained Rin. "So, I'm staying at Sango's until we leave."

"Ah."

On the other line, Sango sighed heavily. "You guys know that I'm still pissed off about what you guys said about me falling for a pervert?" Kagome, Ayame, and Rin all cracked up, making the demonslayer infuriated. "I'm serious! That was mean! Thanks to Rin, I've been having nightmares about a perv groping me and I liked it!" You can tell Sango was angry and red-faced right now.

"Was the guy hot?" Ayame suspiciously asked.

"Yes, he was- Wait a sec! Ayame!"

"Good one, good one!" Kagome commented as she laughed softly. Meanwhile, Rin and Ayame were roaring with laughter.

"So, who's ready for camp?" Rin suddenly asked.

"I'm packing right now," Kagome replied, realizing she was still holding an armful of clothing. "But I'm still bummed out about the sudden change in plans."

"Ditto," Sango agreed.

"I finished packing," Ayame proudly declared. "And the only reason I'm happy about going is because of all the cute boys with a tan!"

Rin sighed. "Of course." Then, she answered her own question. "I'm packed, and I can't wait! I've never gone to a summer camp, and we can make new friends."

Kagome smiled. "Same old Rin. Always so optomistic."

"And meet boys!"

Kagome rolled her eyes. "Same old Ayame. Always so boy-crazy."

"You got that right," Sango bluntly agreed.

There was a short beep on Kagome's line. The young priestess looked at the caller ID. Unknown. She shrugged and said into the mouthpiece, " Hey, guys, hold on for a sec. Someone's on the other line."

"Okay."

Kagome pushed the "talk" button to converse with this unknown person. "Hello?"

"Hey," a deep male voice replied.

Kagome scrunched up her face in confusion. "Um, hi. Who is this?"

"Are you a virgin?"

"Excuse me?" Kagome gasped, but then the line went dead. She stared at the phone in her hand with her mouth agape. Who in the world was that? A prank caller? A stalker? A . . . rapist?