When Micky finally stopped kissing Liz, the red-haired girl couldn't help but blush and smile stupidly. I grinned. Hailey: 0 Liz: 2,340,000,000,000,000,000.

Hailey stormed off in the direction of her cabin, but was stopped by the announcement over the loudspeaker.

"Rise and shine, campers!" came one of the counselors' voices, "It's another day! Another tricky day, it just so happens, for those in canoeing class, since Mrs. Garland has an obstacle course set up for y'all!" Then, the song "Another Tricky Day" by The Who started playing over the speakers as campers came out of their cabins.

"What happened?" Thalia asked Hailey. I raised an eyebrow.

"Micky. Kissed. Her," Hailey answered through gritted teeth. I smirked and then walked over to Liz.

She was off in la-la land as I waved a hand in front of her face.

"Liz? Liz? Eliza? ELIZA!" I shouted. She finally snapped out of it and focused.

"What did you tell him?" she asked. I grinned.

"I just asked him if he'd kiss the girl he liked. That's all." I started walking away towards the campfire circle.

"Hey! Rina!" Liz called after me. I turned.

"What?" I asked.

"Thanks." She smiled. I shrugged, saying, "It was better if he got it off his chest now."

She laughed and then headed back to the cabin.

As I walked down to the campfire circle, I saw Peter talking to that Wayne guy who was obsessed with Eliza.

I walked over to him and Wayne frowned.

"So are you sure that this chick wouldn't mind... You know... Me?" he asked Peter, completely ignoring me.

"Sure. She's open," Peter said. I wondered who they were talking about.

"Alright, man. Thanks," Wayne said and headed down to the campfire circle.

Peter turned to me.

"What was that about?" I asked him as we started walking to the circle.

"Wayne was having some girl problems," Peter said. My eyes widened.

"Were you talking about Liz?" I asked. Peter stared at me in shock.

"Of course not! I know Micky's into her. There's another girl Wayne was looking at," Peter told me. I breathed a sigh of relief. That's good news for Liz, I thought.

Suddenly I found myself blurting out, "So, is there a girl that you like?"

I was shocked at myself. Peter's eyes clouded over, but he quickly recovered, though he stopped walking.

I bit my lip out of nervousness. It was a habit of mine that I really needed to break...

"I'm sorry..." I muttered, looking down.

"Naw, it's ok. Actually, I kinda wanted to tell you this since that night at the beach," he said. I looked up.

What if he says me? What if he says ME? I thought.

"Well?" I found myself asking after a few minutes of silence.

He mumbled something under his breath and looked away.

"I can't hear you!" I said, grinning.

"It's..." he trailed off.

I sighed and started walking away. I wasn't gonna get an answer out of him any time soon.

"It's you!"

I stopped and nearly tripped as what he shouted registered in my head.

Holy. Freaking. Crows. He said it's ME.

I probably would've jumped up and down and up and down if it hadn't been for the fact that ten other people were around.

"Are you serious?" I turned around and marched back over to him. He nodded.

I found myself grinning and then, very slowly, standing up on my tippy-toes and lightly kissing him.

He stared at me.

"You... You... You like me?" he asked.

I nodded.

A smile spread across his face as he reached for my hand.

I looked down at our hands and smiled again.

Good Lennon, I'm one lucky chick today.

Dear Mom,

Hey, it's Rina. Camp's great. How are you and the family? Everything ok?

I made a few friends here. There's this girl named Eliza who's a really good friend. Then there's this girl Melanie. She and I had some problems, but we're over them.

There's a guy named Mike (no, not a boyfriend) and he's cool. He's got a few friends who are in this band together. They're all my friends.

Then there's this guy named Peter. He's one of Mike's band-buddies. I met him on the first day of camp and we ended up being night hike buddies. Speaking of the night hike... I kinda sprained my ankle. Don't worry, it's all healed up now. I can walk fine.

So. About Peter. He's kinda my boyfriend... That's ok, right? He's a really great guy, mom. He's sweet, caring, considerate, and a heck of a great bass guitar player. He's just... Groovy. He's a really groovy guy, mom. I really like him.

Oh! Sorry to cut this short, but Peter and his friends are having a concert down on the beach. How their drummer got the drums down there, I don't know.

Love ya (mean it!)

Rina

As I went to go put the letter in the camp post office, Liz caught up with me, a goofy smile on her face.

"I KNEW IT!" she shrieked. I jumped and then frowned.

"You knew what?" I asked.

"Peter liked you and you liked him! How tweet!" she said, using her signature word for "sweet".

I rolled my eyes and walked into the post office, putting the letter in the blue metal mailbox and then leaving to go to the beach for the concert.

"Yeah, well, how are you and Micky?" I asked Liz. She shut up and got this weird look on her face as she almost walked into a tree.

"Thought so," I muttered as we got to the beach.

"Rina!" Peter bounded over to me and hugged me like we hadn't seen each other in months.

"Can't...Breathe... HELP!" I gasped. Peter let go and frowned.

"Sorry, Rin," he said.

I raised an eyebrow. "'Rin'?"

He nodded. "That's my nickname for you. You know that dog from that movie "Rin Tin Tin"?

I nodded. "What about it?"

"You remind me of that dog."

I rolled my eyes. "Is that good or bad?"

"Well, you gotta remember that the dog was really cute. Just like you."

I blushed and looked down, grinning.

"Peter!" Mike called. The guys were tuning up their instruments and were going to start playing for the small crown that had gathered on the beach.

"Gotta go," Peter said, kissing my forehead and then walking over to the band stand they had set up. When they did all of this, I don't know. During their free time in the afternoon, probably.

I looked around and saw a lot of different things.

Melanie and Wayne were chatting about something or other near the water. Hailey was arguing with Tina about something. Thalia was busy gossiping about the latest fashion or whatever with a group of girls.

Liz was sitting down in the sand, drawing a picture.

I walked over to her and looked at the picture.

"What's that of?" I asked. She looked up and shrugged.

"I dunno. Just a little random thing," she said, standing up and brushing the sand off of her pant legs.

"Uh, ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention please?" Mike spoke into the microphone (yes, they had a microphone.)

There was a hush over the crowd as we all turned to the guys.

"Uh, hi, we're The Monkees, and we're gonna play a few songs for you. This first one is called 'You Just May Be the One'. Our bassist here, Peter, wants to dedicate it to a special girl out there in the audience. She knows who she is," Mike said, eyes darting from person to person.

I felt my heart jump as they started playing the song.

"That's... He... I... It's..." I mumbled. Liz touched my arm and I immediately stopped rambling.

"I saw when you walked by, the love light in your eyes, I knew I must try," Mike sang, "To win you more than as a friend, I'm starting near the end, and here I go again!"

The entire time during that chorus Peter was looking at me and smiling.

My heart flip-flopped as I remembered that Mike said that Peter wanted to dedicate this song to one special girl out in the audience.

She knew who she was. Yes, that girl was lil' old Irina Gonzalez, and she was darned proud of being that girl. I knew that for a fact.

The rest of summer camp was great. Peter and I exchanged addresses and phone numbers and found that we only lived within an hour of each other.

"So I can drive to see you sometimes," Peter said as we boarded the bus that would take us to Malibu.

"And vice versa for me!" I said. He grinned as he grabbed my hand.

Somehow, though I'd thought that this summer camp would be a bomb, it wasn't. I'd met Liz (who promised to stay in contact with me through the rest of our high school years) and I met Peter and a whole bunch of other crazy people who helped shape my life. This summer was probably the best summer of my life.

I'll always remember the time I had summer camp with The Monkees.