Here is the second half of the camp.

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DAY EIGHT:

It was as though Tempe and Angela's conversation the night before had been a metaphorical push. A push to be more open; more public. There are things that people will survive without seeing. For example; parents fighting; people getting hurt; two of your close friends making out. The last is the one Tempe had most recently been exposed to. Walking back to hers and Angela's cabin after the day's activities were finished, Tempe was not prepared for what she walked in on. Bodies splayed across the bed, the pair were too deeply involved in each other that they hadn't even noticed her open the door. Their heavy breathing and hurried kisses and wandering hands suggested they didn't want to be disturbed. Backing out of the door quietly, Tempe shut it quickly, breathing a sigh of relief, embarrassed at the situation she'd just escaped from.

"Oh, hey, Tempe," Diana called as she walked over to the eastern row of cabins. "Is Angela in there? I just need to quickly ask her something."

Freezing for a moment, Tempe replied, "Angela. Angela is, well, she is asleep. Big day and all."

"Asleep?" she questioned."

"Yes, She is very much asleep," Tempe clarified, waiting for Diana to walk out of sight before moving from in front of the door.

DAY NINE:

"I hate canoeing," Tempe complained, after they were told to change into clothes that could get dirty or wet.

Angela sighed as she pulled her friend out of their cabin, "It'll be fun. You'll see."

The water was a murky green; or maybe it was brown. Clumps of weed floated on the surface where the lake was shallower. You couldn't see more than half a metre beneath your canoe.

Learning to manoeuvre through buoys and other canoes proved to be quite difficult for Tempe and Angela. When both girls tried to paddle on the same side of the canoe, they somehow unbalanced themselves and managed to get flipped upside down in the water.

"Tempe! It's cold!" Angela complained, the moment her head came above the surface.
And there's something touching my foot-"

"Ange, that's me," Tempe said, immediately calming Angela down a little. "This is why I hate canoeing."

It was then proved that trying to get back in a flipped canoe is more difficult than paddling in one.

DAY TEN:

"Booth?" Jared called from the kitchen.

"Yeah, bud?" he called back.

Sitting down at the kitchen table next to his brother, Booth turned his attention to him. His homework spread out in front of him, Jared sat with his chin resting on his open palm, leaning on his elbow. His palm was pressed against his face in a way that squashed his cheek up towards his eye.

"Seel, did you break up with Tempe?" he asked, sounding concerned.

"Nah, mate. She's just on school camp for a couple of weeks," Booth said, watching as his little brother avoided eye contact. "Why?"

"She just, you know, hasn't been 'round in ages," he said, slightly mumbled, and you haven't been going out as much as you did,"

"I didn't mean, why you thought that. I meant, why did you want to know?"

"I like her. She's really smart," Jared said honestly, "she helped me with my maths homework the last time she came over."

"You do know I can help you with homework," Booth scoffed, dragging his chair next to Jared's. Reading through the start of the chapter, Booth said, "Linear equations. Linear Equations. Ermm... okay, sorry, but I really can't help you."

DAY TWELVE:

When Angela had asked her the other day if she missed Booth, Tempe had paused for a moment, needing to decide whether or not she missed him. The answer hadn't come to her instantly. Though, if Angela asked her that question now, the word 'yes' would slip out before she'd even thought the words. But Angela had higher priorities on her list than asking Tempe that. Higher priorities including Jack.

Tempe had never really been the type to get jealous; no, jealous isn't the word, envious. But seeing how happy Angela and Jack were in their new found romance had changed that. The sight of the pair constantly holding hands, sneaking in kisses here or there, made Brennan think back to Booth. She envied her friend for having Jack with her. Sure, Tempe had Booth, but he wasn't there. He wasn't there to run his fingertips lightly under her shirt, sending shivers down her spine. He wasn't there to kiss her instead of telling her to shut up. He wasn't there to make her smile and go weak at the knees just by looking at him. He wasn't there; but she so wished he was.

DAY FOURTEEN:

Home day. The day he had been looking forward to for two whole weeks. Tempe was coming back from camp today. That's why he leant against a tree opposite the school car park on a Sunday afternoon. He longed to see her face, hear her voice, feel her soft her between his fingers. That was all he could think about as he saw the school buses pull up. The students piled off; he noticed Angela and that curled-haired guy holding hands, he had been right; and smiled when he saw her disembark. He didn't go up to her straight away, firstly because everyone still had to collect their luggage, and secondly because he didn't want to embarrass her in front of her whole year level. Most of the students had their parents picking them up, though a few, like Tempe, were walking home. She walked out of the car park and had a look around, a sense of worry on her face. It disappeared when their eyes met; when her lips grew into a wide smile; when she picked up her pace to meet him halfway; when she threw her arms around his shoulders and brought her lips to his.

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