"Olivia!" I can't help but shriek the second I'm in the cabin. "I should've known not to trust you! Did you tell me that they didn't talk on person just so I'd be crushed again?" I was aware I wasn't fully making sense, but I was too mad to care.

"What?" Olivia's eyes widen innocently. She's sitting beside Claire on Claire's bed and they're both staring at me like I'm crazy. "Mass, I have no clue what you're talking about!"

I explain to them what happened, and Olivia's huge eyes widen even more. "Massie, I swear! I-I told you the truth when I said they don't speak! They just kind of...make out."

If it was anyone but Olivia, I would've slapped them and accused them of malice, but Olivia told me they didn't talk. And they don't.

"I'm just giving up," I mumble, shoving my head underneath my pillow. "On everything."

"Massie, it's not like it's anything serious! All they do is make out, it's not like spiritually connected the way you two were."

I don't reply. Finally, I sigh and say "So you guys are good?"

"We are," Claire wraps her arm around Olivia. "Chicks before dicks, right?"

"Right," Olivia confirms with a grin and a nod. "Whenever Dylan gets back I'm going to apologize to her too."

"Same," Claire says and bites her lip. "Think she'll forgive us?"

"She will," I tell them. "I talked to her and we made up. She misses you two."

"We miss her," Claire sighs as Dylan walks in the door.

"Hey," she collapses on her bed dramatically.

"Hey," we answer at slightly different times.

"Can you believe there's only a week left of this summer...?" she trails off, looking at each of us.

Then we all smile. And the apology's done. When you're this close, you can just know what everyone's thinking. And I'm pretty sure we're all thinking of how stupid we were to be mad at each other all summer.

"I need help choosing a Social dress," Claire announces, referring to much-awaited Camp Social. "I cut down this year and brought three instead of my usual ten. I figured I would be going with Josh..." she trails off, looking down. "Come look at them with me," she says quickly and we follow her into the cubby room.

As we're debating between the black, short Betsey Johnson dress or the off-white, flouncy Chanel dress, Nikki enters the cabin.

She looks slightly surprised to see us all together, her eyebrows raised and lips slightly open, like my mom after a fresh Botox injection. "Olivia," she says. "Let's go to the beach."

"In a bit," Olivia says, fingering the black black dress. "I like this one," she tells the three of us.

"Me too," Dylan agrees. "It's edgier. Something Josh wouldn't expect you in."

"I'm not dressing for Josh," Claire mumbles.

"I know," Dylan pats her on the shoulder. "But this dress is less Claire than that Claire he 'loved'."

"I like this one," I tell them, pointing to the other dress.

"Olivia," I hear Nikki snap behind us. "Come on."

"In a minute," Olivia doesn't turn around. "Here," she goes to her locker and produces a pair of black, high as hell, spiky heels. It's the kind of shoe that only Olivia could wear and not look like a hooker in. "You can wear these with it."

"Do it, C," Dylan grins reassuringly. "You'll look hot."

Claire takes the shoes warily as Olivia skips off with Nikki, promising to see us later. Then Dylan disappears, telling us the same.

"Where ya going?" Claire asks, flopping on her unmade bed.

"Where do you think?" Dylan says with a wink before flouncing off. I can tell she's excited to share every little detail of their relationship with us.

Claire sighs, but it's a happy sigh, one I haven't heard in a while. "Think you and Derrick will go to the Social together?"

"No," I say miserably, crawling into her single bed beside her. "Who am I going to go with?" I moan.

"Cam," she sneezes and shoots me a playful grin. "Let's go see the boys!"

"It's seven-thirty though," I stall. "Maybe they're busy?"

"Don't even, Massie," she says, hauling me out of bed. We walk to the boys' cabin in silence, the still, hot summer air hanging around us. "I can't believe next year we won't be campers," Claire murmurs. The cabin comes into view, with none other than Josh Hotz sitting on the porch, iPod headphones in his ears.

"Hey!" he jumps up immediately, yanking the buds out of his ears. He and Claire haven't been up close, face to face, since they broke up. His dark brown eyes sweep up and down her before landing on her face. "What are you-"

"We came to see Cam," Claire says, face and voice void of emotion. "Is he here?"

I can't help but notice Josh's face falling. "Yeah," he points to the cabin, eyes still searching Claire's face. She notices and looks down at her feet, as if avoiding looking into his eyes. "I'll uh, see you later then?"

Claire doesn't reply, instead barging ahead of me into the cabin. "See you later," I tell Josh, but he's already sitting back down, looking miserable. Poor guy.

"Hey!" Cam grins when I enter the room. Claire and Todd -her half brother- are already arguing. ("Todd, did you have to bring your ah-nnoying pirate sheets? You're not three, you know." "Claire, just leave me alone, they're comfy. You're the one who brings her stuffed rabbit she got since she was six.")

"Hey," I can't help but grin back at him. Looking around the cabin, I notice Nikki -and Derrick- is gone. "Umm what's up?"

"About to head down to the dock with my best friend," he winks, slipping on his shoes. "Ready?"

I look at Claire, but she's still bickering with Todd. So I grin at Cam and follow him out the door, down to the lake and onto the dock. It rocks slowly with every wave that hits it. Cam and I sit so our legs dangle in the black, cool water.

Cam tilts his face up so the sun beats directly down on it. I can't help but notice how angular and gorgeous his jawline is. Is that creepy? It sounds creepy to me. Like who checks out other boys' jaws? Creeps. That's who. Oh great, I'm officially a creep-

"Massie?" I realize Cam's waving a hand in front of my face and chuckling. "You awake there?"

"Sorry," I blush.

"You just completely zoned out," he studies me under half-closed eyes. "You do that all the times."

"Do what? Space out?"

Cam nods. "It's like you just disappear somewhere in that head of yours. Sometimes I wish I could just follow you and see what you think about."

"Possums," I blurt. And occasionally you...but I would never actually tell him that. Cam and I are buds -best buds. And my heart still belongs to Derrick.

He smiles his crooked smile. "You mean opossums?"

I pause. "No, I think they're possums. No O."

"Massie," he laughs. "They're opossums. With an O."

"Cam," I tilt my head to the right, a serious 'I-mean-business' move.

"Massie," he tilts his to the left, eyebrows raised mockingly.

For a second -read that as a very brief second-, I think about how if this was a movie, we'd sloooowly lean towards each other before kissing. I mean, the sunset is totally perfect and we're both staring at each other in such a perfect way that-

"You disappeared again," he smirks, ruining my moment.

I kick my foot up, sending a spray of water at him. "Shut up, Fisher." Some of the water lands on my face, bring a much needed coolness to my burning cheeks.