So, this chapter would've been up earlier, but my laptop charger decided to stop working just as my laptop died; which is where I had written this. And my sister broke her laptop, so she was on the home computer the WHOLE day; I'm not actually kidding you. But here we are.

Enjoy!

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DAY ONE:

If there was one thing Tempe hated, it was early mornings. Particularly mornings when she was up even before the sun had begun its ascent into the sky. Stumbling out of bed, eyes stuck together with sleep, she went about her morning routine as if she was sleepwalking. She took a shower, pulled on the first clothes she could find and ate a bowl of cereal; the only noise in the house, her chewing. Double checking she had packed everything she would need, she sat at the kitchen bench and waited for her mum to find her shoes.

"Bye, Mum," Tempe said, leaning across to kiss her cheek before getting out of the car.

"Sweetie, you're here!" Angela called from her spot on the other side of the car park.

"Hey, Ange," Tempe mumbled as Angela hugged her. "How is it possible for you to be so articulate at this hour?" Rubbing her eyes tiredly, she sat next to Ange on her suitcase.

"I'm excited!" Angela exclaimed. "School camp is a means of being excited!" Angela began rambling about why she was excited; camp food ("I love camp food") and staying up late, talking about boys presumably. She began to talk, and then she didn't stop.

DAY THREE:

Feeling her eyes closing again, Tempe jerked back to consciousness. She was literally falling asleep at the breakfast table.

"Tempe, are you okay?" Diana, who was currently sitting next to her, asked her a little louder than a whisper. "You're falling asleep right over your breakfast. A bit tired, huh?"

"Tired is an understatement," Tempe replied, turning her attention to the teachers and camp instructors telling them what activities they'd be taking part in; though the majority of it went right over her head. Only words like 'safety' and 'lunch break' and 'groups' registering in her mind.

"Why are you so tired? The camp activities haven't been that strenuous," Diana said, leaning over to her.

"Somebody," Tempe began, turning to stare at Angela, "has been up the past two night, on her phone, giggling."

"Texting someone and giggling? Who was she texting?" Diana leaned in further.

"No idea," Tempe whispered, though she knew exactly who it had been. Glancing over at a smiling Angela, she followed her line of sight to an equally smiling Jack.

DAY FOUR:

Walking along the footpath, his feet dragging on the ground a little, Booth dug his hands into his pockets. What he was doing really had to be one of the stupidest things he'd done. He'd been a jock in high school, he'd done some pretty stupid things. She'd only been gone less than a week; which wasn't long; he'd gone 18 and a half years not seeing her. Walking to her school, as he'd done the whole week previous to walk her home, was stupid. He knew she wouldn't be there; she was off on camp being adventurous. He waited until the last dribs and drabs of students had left the school grounds, he turned around and began the walk home; alone. Taking out his phone, he typed in the message and hit send:

How's camp going? Angela driving you crazy yet?

Replacing his phone in his pocket, he thought about the numerous times in the past few days when he'd tried to come up with a reason to text her.

DAY SIX:

Finally finding a spot on the top of the hill where she could get reception, Tempe smiled as she noticed a message from Booth in her inbox. Her smile grew even wider after reading it. Quickly replying before she lost the little reception she had found, she hit send:

Camp's good. I'm only a little bit crazy. I miss you.

She swallowed after the message had gone, wondering what he would think of her final three words; after all, it hadn't even been a week.

DAY SEVEN:

"Do you miss him?" Angela spoke from her bed on the other side of the room.

"Do I miss who?" Tempe replied, confused by her question.

"Booth," Angela teased, "you know, that lovely piece of meat who walked you home everyday last week?"

Correcting her, she said, "he didn't walk me home on Wednesday; he had to take his brother to soccer."

Silence fell over the room, but only for a moment until Angela pointed out, "you never answered my question. Do you miss him?"

"Yeah," Tempe sighed. "What about you? What's going on with you and Jack?" She waited for Angela to tell her off for trying to change the subject.

She didn't.

"Nothing really; at the moment," Ange said, then added excitedly, "though, he did kiss me the other day."

"Ange! Why didn't you tell me?" Tempe said, mocking hurt.

"I just – you know – wanted to keep it a little private," she admitted. "So, has Booth kissed you yet?"

After hearing a muttered 'maybe' from across the room, "he did kiss you against that tree, didn't he? Was it romantic and sweet and passionate?"

"No. That one was very tame. He was 'teasing' me," Tempe said, making quotation marks in the air, though Angela could not see them in the darkness.

"That one? You mean he's kissed you more than once?" Ange exclaimed.

Blushing slightly at the memory, she replied, "yes, last Friday. When he came inside after walking me home... and we went up to my room." The last part was hardly audible, as Tempe had buried her face in her pillow, but Angela caught every word of it.

"So, Tempe," Angela began, "is he a good kisser?"

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