I'm currently writing this during commercials of the Top 10 Hottest Guys of 2010.

Yum:)

AND I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO SO MUCH! If possible, I would give each and every one of you guys spine-crushing hugs but since I can't, you'll have to settle for a long chapter.

Seriousy though. Love. You. All.

And happy holidays!

xo

I drop the phone. "Hello? Hello? Miss, are you still there?" the tinny voice of the nurse calls through the phone that's hanging by its curly cord.

I try and sniffle back in the tears that are about to escape, but I can't and start sobbing. "When? When did she..." I hesitate, not wanting to say that word. "When did she die?"

"Die?" The nurse repeats, shocked. "Oh, no, dear, you must've misunderstood me. Skye was released. When was it...two, maybe three weeks ago? Yes, her white blood cell count was almost on mark and there didn't seem to be any cancer cells."

I start sobbing again, so overcome with relief it's crazy. "So she's cured?" I cry.

"No, we don't consider a patient cured until they've gone five years without cancer cells. At the moment, though, she's in remission and will be coming back weekly for tests and treatment."

"But she's at home?" I can't keep the grin off my face.

"She is," the nurse confirms. "I-"

"Thank you!" I cry. "So, so much!"

I tell Landon the news, and he gives me a big hug. I cling to him for five seconds, inhaling the scent of his Polo cologne. Hey, the guy's pretty much a Greek god -even if he was the love of your best friend's life, you'd be in heaven while hugging him too.

But, I can't help but think, his hugs aren't as great as Derrick's.

Or Cam's.

After telling the rest of the girls about Skye, we decide to skip out on dinner so we can get ready for the Social. Instead of choosing the black dress that Dylan and Olivia insisted on, Claire chooses the white dress, which just confirmed my suspicions. She's still trying to impress Josh. Old habits die hard, I guess.

Her long gold curls tumble down to the middle of her back, popping against the white of her dress. White and silver Steve Madden heels make her legs look even longer and with her mascara-ed navy eyes, she looks like an angel.

Dylan enters the cabin. "C, you look great," she grins before lowering her voice and saying "Everything is set up on the slideshow."

"You're sure?" I ask.

Dylan nods. "Landon let me look through it to make sure there were no bad pictures of me, and while I was doing that I added the pictures of her."

"Good," Claire grins as she sprays her long neck with Clinique's Happy.

Dylan's dress is emerald green silk, with a sweetheart neckline and a cinched waist and a skirt that flares out slightly. Her black heels look strikingly dark against her pale legs. Thanks to a sneaked-in hair straightener, she managed to straighten her curls into slight waves. Her hair now hangs straight to her waist.

Olivia's dress was simple and blue and was a few shades darker than her eyes...in fact, it was almost the exact colour of Todd's eyes. Coincidence? She'd decided to leave her hair in it's natural blonde and beachy state.

Nikki's dress was an espresso brown, and it unfortunately complimented her eyes perfectly. Brown gladiators laced up her feet and she'd teased and French braided her long light brown hair. I hated to admit it, but she looked great.

The door opens and in walks Cam, looking incredibly handsome in his tux. Claire's checking her makeup in the bathroom so he sits beside me. Unfortunately there's an awkward silence...we rarely have awkward silences and the few times we do, Cam cracks some Chuck Norris joke, which breaks it easily. Doesn't look like there's a Chuck Norris joke coming anytime soon.

"You look great," Cam says, and I'm about to say thanks when I realize he's talking to Claire. Oh.

"Thanks," Claire smiles, but I can tell her heart isn't in it.

"So, should we go?" he stands up. They look cute together, I guess. His blue eye and her eyes are a little too match-y match-y. I can't help but feel a little jealous, I mean Cam's my best friend and he's paying more compliments to Claire than me. Then again, Claire is his date.

"Massie," Cam says flatly. I'm expecting a 'you look great too', but his tone sounds like he's annoyed. "Derrick's outside."

"Great," Claire grins. "The four of us can go together!"

Cam and I eye each other warily. Something changed in our relationship and I have no idea what it could be. But I force a smile and say "Great!"

Derrick immediately tells me how beautiful I look, and I smile my thanks. We trail slightly behind Cam and Claire, holding hands. From behind, Claire and Cam look great together. With her long golden curls and his clean-cut sandy brown hair, they look like a movie star couple.

I don't know why, but it makes me want to hit them both.

"I'm really happy we're going together," Derrick says softly, melting my feelings of envy away.

"Me too," I tell him. "I'm glad we're back together."

"I love you, Mass."

"I love you too-"

"Can you guys profess your love like somewhere else?" Claire teases. "There are some of us without anyone to love."

"Couldn't agree with you more," Cam mutters as we enter the gym. "I'm going to grab a drink, want something?"

"Nah, I'm good," Claire says, scanning the room for I assume Josh.

I almost can't recognize the Dining Hall. Twinkly white lights are strung up in the rafters and along the walls. Gone are the tables, drink machines and food trays. A stage has been set up with a microphone for Landon to talk in to and a DJ booth in the back corner is currently playing some Faber Drive song.

"Remember last year?" Derrick says with a grin.

"How could I forget?" I grin back, wrapping my arms around his neck. "You told me you loved me."

"That I did," he leans down, pressing his forehead against mine. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Dylan and Landon talking behind the stage. I smile -his tie matches her dress again this year. But my smile quickly fades when I notice how upset they both look.

Landon grabs her biceps, staring into her eyes as he says whatever. Dylan pulls away from his grip and crosses her arms and looks away.

Claire floats towards me, having left Cam while he talked to Josh. "Can I steal Massie for a second?" she smiles charmingly at Derrick.

"I get her for all the slow dances though," Derrick bargains with a grin before disappearing to find his friends.

"What's happening over there?" she asks in a low voice, nodding towards Dylan and Landon.

I explain to her what Landon told me this morning. Claire's glossy pink mouth pops open. "But it'll crush Dylan!"

"Nothing can crush Dylan," I say, watching as Dylan flees the DH. Landon leans against the wall, looking tired and sad.

Claire watches them too. "If anything can, it's Landon breaking her heart."

"You okay?"

Dylan jumps and turns around to face me. "Yeah," she sniffles and smiles. "I'm fabulous."

"Don't pull that shit with me, Dyl," I say softly, rolling my eyes. I sit down beside her on the sand, not caring if my dress gets ruined. "What'd he say?"

"That he didn't think I was happy with our relationship. But I am. I'm so, so happy. But now..." her lower lip trembles.

"Tell him that," I advise.

"I did!" she wails. "He didn't listen to me! I-"

"Guys?" Olivia's small voice interrupts from behind us.

"They're about to do the slideshow," Claire chimes in. "Since you guys worked so hard on taking Nikki down, you should at least watch it."

Dylan stands up, sniffling and wiping her eyes, but smiling. "Good, let's go."

The four of us enter the Dining Hall to find Landon on stage, searching the crowd of campers. His eyes finally land on Dylan and he smiles softly at her. "That girl, right there, is the girl of my dreams," he pauses as everyone turns to look at Dylan.

Her shiny mouth drops open slightly as people start murmuring about how it's against the rules. "I know it's not allowed," Landon says over the hum of the crowd. "But a wise girl once told me that if I'm in love, then it shouldn't matter what everyone else thinks. And I'm very much in love. And besides," he catches my eye and grins. "I'm head counsellor. I make the rules."

The room is silent except for the sound of Dylan's high heels as she approaches the stage and throws her arms around Landon, who quickly locks his arms around her waist. Everyone's still silent until I cheer and clap. Then Claire and Olivia do, along with everyone else in the room.

As everyone resumes dancing, Dylan and Landon included, I notice Danny walk over to where Olivia is leaning against the drinks. I casually make my way over there.

"Hey," he leans beside her.

"Hey," she says lightly.

"I just got ditched by my date," Danny murmured.

"I saw," Olivia shrugs somewhat sympathetically. "But if you'll excuse me, my date's waiting," she flounces to wear Todd's waiting for her on the dancefloor.

I grin. Looks like Olivia finally got over Danny. About time too! Danny looks surprised himself. I pat him on the shoulder sympathetically. "Don't take it to hard, Robbins. Olivia doesn't date whores."

I haven't seen much of Cam all night, and I was really hoping to get at least one dance in with him! But he's no where to be found.

Landon's back on stage, Dylan sitting just at his feet, long legs swinging idly off the edge of the stage. "If you'll all stop dancing for a while, I'd like to present to you all our Summer 2010 Slideshow!"

Everyone cheers, and Claire and Olivia appear on either side of me. I catch Dylan's eye from across the room and raise my eyebrows. She winks.

The slideshow starts with a great picture of me, Claire, Dylan and Olivia. We've all got our arms around each other and the shimmery gold string in our friendship bracelets is shining. It was taken just a few days ago. I hear Derrick woop and clap from somewhere across the room.

After a few pictures of some LBRs, there's a picture of the biggest LBR, like ever. Acid wash jeans that sit too high on her slightly chunky hips. Tomato red glasses. Frizzy hair that's in desperate need to a hot oil treatment. Braces and acne. And oh yeah, a shirt with Yoda's face across her flat chest.

"Nikki!" Dylan shouts, interrupting the stunned silence. "Lookin' hot, girl!"

Nikki drops her punch, her mouth and eyes wide open. Claire smirks. "Get that shirt at Value Villiage? I hear that's big in the ghetto!"

Then everyone's whispering at once, pointing at Nikki and completely ignoring the slideshow. Another picture, Nikki's ninth grade school picture where she has a huge booger hanging out of her nose, slides onto the screen. "Aweeh!" I coo, directing everyone's attention back to it. Everyone laughs, and Nikki's pale face turns even whiter.

Dylan joins us and the four of us make our way towards a shell-shocked Nikki. We surround her, almost like a shark surrounds its prey. "Oh, Nikki," Claire tsks, sympathetically. "Learned your lesson?"

Nikki's lower lip trembles but she doesn't say anything. Olivia crosses her arms, her usually warm eyes icy. "I think you know not to mess with us now."

When Nikki still doesn't reply, Dylan says "You're done, Nikki. And you have nothing."

And finally it's my turn. "You really do have nothing," I muse. "We have Olivia back. We have the boys. Oh and I have Derrick," I grin nastily. "Not you. And this camp is ours. It always has been, and some fake, cheap wannabe can't take that from us. So go home, Nikki. I'm sure Landon would let you leave early."

"Oh trust me, he will," Dylan hisses. "And don't try and come back next year. Because if I ever see your Value Village clad ass again, things will go much worse than they did tonight."

Olivia and Claire step apart so there's room for Nikki to leave. I cross my arms and watch as she walks away, ignoring the snickers from the other campers.

Dylan holds out her hands and me, Olivia and Claire attempt to slap it at the same time. While they all laugh, I feel unexpected tears spring to my eyes. We're closer than ever, and now I know nothing will bring us apart.