A/N Sorry for the bad chapter again…(: I'm trying to make this one WAYYY better, so bear with me.

BTW: This is almost over)': But I think I'll make a sequel. Info below.

Disclaimer: Me no own! Gosh!

I woke up the next morning sweaty. My dreams had been terrifying. They were telling me to kill either Sam or Fang, and be with the other. Fang kept looking at me through his hair, face leaned down.

"You don't have to choose me. I'd understand," Dream Fang told me, pursing his lips.

Sam gave me a grin, like he knew I was going to choose him, blue eyes twinkling. He gave Fang a condescending look, although he was still half smiling. "Sorry dude. She's going to chose me."

Fang glared and gave me one last pleading look, before the knife appeared in my hands. My dream-self threw the knife, and it barreled towards…

I had woken with a start, not knowing who it was going to hit.

Walking down to the Lighthouse, I looked for Sam or even Fang, but neither of them were there. I went back to the cabin and went into the HOL. Only Big Abby sat on the couch, extremely focused on making a bracelet. I was a series of hearts.

"That's cool." I said, as I sat down as carefully as I could.

"Mhmm." She was working hard, making knots like wildfire. They were all different colors. "Max," she said suddenly, "stop playing the game."

I blinked. "What?"

She smiled. "We all know what's going on. That's what the fist-fights are usually about."

Blood rushed to my cheeks. "Oh…"

She put her water bottle down, where the bracelet end was anchored. "Tell me truthfully- the reason you like them."

"Um…" I didn't really know where to start. Not to mention it was awkward telling my counselor about this.

"Look, Max. I know this is totally weird for you, but I'm the counselor, and it's my job to make sure everything is going on okay."

I nodded, although I was still totally freaked by a confrontation…from my counselor…about guys! "Sam's history, and Fang's…just…I don't know." I gave it a thought. "Dangerous," I decided, and looked up at Abby. She was smiling.

"I've known Fang for a while now. Sam, not so much. But they are both nice guys, I can tell you that. We both know that you're still struggling over your choice."

I opened my mouth to protest, that I was perfectly happy with Sam, but she put up her hand. "You really can't tell me otherwise, Max."

I sighed, and pondered. What should I do? Oh, yeah, ask the counselor. "Well…we have that established…so what now?"

She pursed her lips. "See this is the point where I'm not supposed to be bias a support your decision, but," she gave me a hard look. "I'm not. I'm going to ask you a slightly different question. Who would have your back?"

My thoughts changed. Oh. Oh. She made a really valid point. "Fang," I choked out, suddenly unable to breathe.

All Abby did was pick up her bracelet, and begin to make more knots, leaving me to my thoughts. I got up, and jumped out the door.

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Before anything insane had happened, Fang and I had re-signed up for soccer, just to kick each other's butts. For fun of course.

And I just knew I was in a world of trouble when we were partnered up together for the warms ups. When he just stood in place, glaring at my shoes with his (black) ball at his feet, I decided that I'd better go long, and not crack any jokes.

I barely had time to turn around before it came flying at my head. I did a Matrix move, and it fell at my feet. A usual 'what the hell, Fang?' almost graced my lips, but I shut them, knowing it was my fault.

I passed it back, and he one-touched it so hard it hit me in the gut. Normally I would have pulled my famous move (tense muscles, stick stomach out (it lands at your feet) (technically it's my famous move, but that's cool;), but I was so shocked that he would basically shoot on goal at me, that I froze. It slammed into my gut, making a huge sound, like a gunshot. I saw dots in my vision. No wonder some people collapsed after a gut shot.

I staggered sideways, but caught myself, and saw a teeny, itsy bitsy little glint of worry, but it went away just as fast as it had come. Was I imagining it? Probably.

I chic'ed the ball back to him, which is like my shot on goal because my foot always hit the ground when I used the top. It hit Fang on the chest and his eyes narrowed slightly. I couldn't let my temper get the best of me, especially if I was going to make that heartfelt (ick) apology later, before lunch.

He strode up to me, giving the ball a slight kick forward as he did. I crossed my arms over my chest, and stared at his glaring dark orbs.

Suddenly the rock façade broke and he held out his hand. I stared at it, surprised, looking from his eyes to his hand.

Fang leaned closer, to my ear, and whispered, "You know, Max, your making me look like an idiot. Just shake my hand."

I went to shake it, but hesitated. Instead I wrapped my arms around his neck. He stopped, and I was pleased to hear his breath hitch. "I'm really sorry, Fang." He bear hugged me around the waist. "I shouldn't of done that. Any of it. I-"

He laughed, and cut me off. "Just shut up, Max. It's all over with."

It was at that moment I realized how weird we must have looked, because we were two soccer players, in shin guards and cleats, hugging it the middle of the field with a ball between out feet. I pulled away, blushing a little, just due to the thought that had crossed my mind.

How was I going to tell him? I doubted he would take me back, even if he was looking just below my nose. I did like him, even if he had the typical emo-beiber hair going on (zing!). I'll admit it, he was pretty…well, attractive.

I felt like I really had to think about it this time. Fire or room temp.? Danger or safety? Naughty or nice?

All of the first options sounded nuts, but I was wildly attracted to it. Just the lifestyle was cool. Fang was mystery, he was thrill. Sam was a comfort zone. There was no plot twists with him, no surprises. How was I ever content with that? My new choice was clear…but how would I do it? Just go up and be like "hey I like you again?" uh…no. I could attack him, take him by surprise. As awesome as that sounded, I think it would be better to be his friend again…at least for a week, and then make my move. But, along the way I'd have to find a way to break up with Sam…but how?

Ding, ding, ding! Idea! But first, I need to write a letter to J-

A hand wove in front of my face. "Max!" Fang was giving me the raised eyebrow.

"What? Sorry."

Fang smirked. "We're starting."

"Oh…yeah…"

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Lunch was interesting. Again, with the Fang and Sam on either side, Ella across. She had been pretty distracted lately. Iggy was sitting a little to close to her. I eyed him, and luckily he didn't notice (blind and all…). I leaned over to Fang, interrupting his lovely interaction with his pasta. "What's with Ig and Els?"

He looked at me, a glint in his eyes, and said, "What happens to everyone stuck in this damn cabin."

I realized then, that he was looking at Jenny and Kit, who were getting cozy, and then down (a but scornfully) the hand that was intertwined with mine. It wasn't Fang's.

It should have been.

A/N

AHHH! Fan girl scream! Happiness!

One story I suggest you check out (besides SoonerMagic's Kick It In The Sticks) is Phoenix Fanatic's Diary of a Lovesick Mutant. I know, you've all probably read it (based on the 7464 reviews it has (jealzies…). It's long, and complete, but I swear, you'll get a good laugh (HUGE! Couldn't stop. Parents thought I was having an aneurism o.O). Can't stop reading. Lucky for you I stopped myself to write this chapter(:

Sequel will either be: (They're pretty close but I think A will be better)

A) Max and the crew go back to Cabin 17. Looks like newbie Dylan's got the hots for Max! (I like this one!)
B) CIT year, and a CIT, Dylan, wants Max. (Never been a CIT so probably won't turn out very good!)

I was going to add in a C BUT! I liked the idea so much I think I might make it it's own story.

Vote!= In your reviews!

My idea: (It will be called 365 Days) This idea is about how Iggy and Fang make a bet that they can't give better gifts to Ella and Max. Catch? They have to give a gift every day for 365 days.
No. It won't have 365 chapters and the presents will get progressively better. I'm not sure how I'm going to do this so any ideas are welcome! PM me!

200 reviews? Please? I'll feature number 200...if I get to 200 for this chapter!

-Thanks!

Alessa.