A/N Back! Thank you for the lovely reviews! I've got a pretty, Batman Converse wearing Kallie helping me out with this chapter (even though she has no idea what it's about-.-). Well she was KK in the 4th of July chapter, so blah!

Nope I lied! She left. So now that I have migrated to the south of the country, I have my friend Ariel here who- if you've checked out my profile- you know she moved!): But I'm at her new house for Thanksgiving.

Get ready for some FAX!(:

Oh Happy Thanksgiving!

Disclaimer: I no own MR, any of the dresses, or Johnny Rockets.

Instead of the normal thumping of feet to wake me up in the morning, someone shook me awake. The guys were in the cabin, attempting to wake us up as carefully as they could. It was definitely way early for us to be up, but the lights were on in the hallway, and I could hear the counselors talking in the HOL.

Lissa did that girl scream/squeak because all of the guys saw her without makeup on.

"Max. Wake up." Fang shook my shoulders.

I pulled my head under the pillow. "Nope."

He sighed, and stole the pillow. "We're going to town, Max."

"Town?" It was then I realized how close he was, laying down next to me. In the top bunk. The very, very small top bunk.

"Yeah, get up. We have to leave."

"Five more minutes." He ripped the sheets off, leaving me to curl up.

I saw him roll his eyes. Suddenly, I was falling through the air, and on my feet. "Ah!" I gasped, as he dropped my legs. Fang smirked (like that creepy guy from Twilight that like can't go near the wimp of a girl) and walked out the door. "See you in five."

I sat in the limo next to Ella, who would be my partner when we got to the town. On the way, Iggy paid, using the 200 bucks cash the camp gave us from our parents, for coffee.

"Alrighty campers!" Cater stood in the front. It was way to early (AKA 6:00AM) to be this cheery, so we grumbled in response. "Here are the rules. Everyone's got a partner?" We nodded, looking at each other. "Okay, good. So do what you want, try to save around fifty dollars for lunch and dinner, as we can't pay. Because I'm broke! Spend your money on whatever. We're going to meet up at the bridge over the train tracks at 12:30. Try not be late, or Beth will go on a maternal rampage.

"Stay in town, don't leave. Don't leave your partner behind, but try to stay with someone at all times. We'll meet up at 8:30 again to go home. Just don't...die. Got it?"

Iggy jumped up and down, on a cafiene high. I sipped at the lukewarm coffee, and we pulled into a parking lot. Popping open a door, Kit stepped out, assisting me out, knowing how dead I was.

"Uh..." Gabby looked around. There were no cars in the street. Just...horses. And buggies. Whaaaaaat?

Big Abby smiled. "The way around town is by buggy. Most rides are free, but some fancier ones are around five bucks."

We sat on a wall, next to an antique shop. I finished my cup of joe, and tossed it in the garbage next to me. Fang followed, watching Iggy and Ella. It started getting awkward when it was only the four of us, and Fang and I were left to look at the trees.

"So..." I started, looking up at the church in front of us.

He gave me a look. "Yeah. Wanna go in the shop?" Fang nodded at the shop behind us.

I looked from Ella, to Iggy, to the shop. "Let's go."

The shop was a little tacky, stuff that I wouldn't buy in a million years, especially since I don't have a house. "So what's Banquet?"

He picked up a box. "You'll like it. I think Abby will take you dress shopping. I saw one down the street." I hit some chimes. They made noise. Go figure. "We can go to the art studio thing in camp...I think they're making Banquet cards for the rest of camp in Optional Rec. It's basically an end of camp party."

"Cool."

"Yeah. It's like Thanksgiving."

Looking at one last ceramic bowl, I was ready to go. "Let's get out of here."

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The guys left us to go dress shopping. In the end, Ella and Abby had thrown me and Gabby into dresses, forcing us to buy them. Blah. (Link's for EVERYONE'S dress on profile)

By the time they had perfected our looks, it was 12:00. We walked through the town, which was made up of a bunch of old red buildings. The shop names were on the windows and we passed a Johnny Rockets on the way. "Let's go there for lunch!" Ella cried, as she was infatuated with their fries.

"Sorry guys," Gabby smiled. "Promised Kit and Jenny we would eat with them at that diner."

"It's all good. Let's head to the bridge. Almost time."

Beth was already on top, pacing back and forth while Adam laughed at her. Brad and Jack were the only ones there, leaning over the railing. I could see everyone migrating towards the bridge, and Beth freaked out a little less. Suddenly, the lights started blinking on and off, and the poles went down. Cars started honking as if someone could do something.

Iggy hopped up the stairs and leaned over so far that Beth grabbed his shirt and started lecturing him on safety. The train came, under the bridge. It was a cargo train.

The wind picked up, due to the fast moving train. I sat down, putting my face near the bars.

"You might get stuck you know." Fang towered over me, arms crossed. "And I don't want to have to pull you out." He held out a hand, urging me to get up.

I took it, and went to let go, but he wouldn't. He gave it a squeeze, and brought me to the other side of the bridge. "Look." The train went to miles, and went down a hill. I realized how many pieces the train had. It had been about ten minutes.

Fang's hand was warm. Why was he still holding mine? Did he want to? Thoughts raced through my head, I didn't even realize that Ella, Iggy, Fang and I were sitting in a booth at Johnny Rockets.

Finally, a man from Peru (or so his name-tag said) came to take our order. I ordered a milkshake and fries, Fang declined, and Ella and Iggy decided to split a milkshake.

When our food finally arrived, I was starving, and Fang laughed at my eating behavior. He took a sip of my milkshake, and stole some fries. What?

What was he doing? Ella winked at me, and dipped her fry into the milkshake. Fang laced his hand in mine again, and rubbed my thumb. Okay. What was going on?

Iggy smirked. Did everyone know what was going on but me?

I leaned back, leaving the rest of my huge milkshake and fries to Fang. He raised his eyebrows and I nodded. Fang dug in, listening to Ella talk about how much the guys would love our dresses.

When we were finally finished, Fang got up, and led me out. His hair was in his eyes, and his clothes were as dark as ever. We walked down the street with the two lovebirds in front of us. Slowly, Fang released my hand, and draped his arm over my shoulders. It was...nice. And a plus: I didn't run away.

Ella had the bag with all of our dresses in her hand. How it didn't break, I know not.

"Hey, man!" Iggy turned around, and pulled Fang away from me. "Let's go...you know."

Fang nodded, and gave my hand a final squeeze, crossing the street with Iggy.

"What are they doing?" Ella asked me, like I knew what was going on.

"No idea. Lets go to that shop over there. Looks like they have dogs."

We were going to meet up with the guys again at around 5:30 so we could go out for dinner again.

Ella and I had been sitting on a bench. watching the sky darken when the the finally showed up. By buggy. Iggy was laughing, and Fang grinned as they got off and tipped the man. "That...that...horse!" Iggy hooted. Apparently the horse was rather hilarious.

"So where should we go?"

We looked down the streets. "Cheesecake Factory?" Fang suggested.

"How much money do we have all together?" Ella prompted, pulling out her wad of cash.

Together we had around 200, so we figured we would be safe eating there.

After getting a table, not very quickly, it was 6:30. Okay, two hours to stuff ourselves. Good.

I ordered four cheese pasta, and Fang instantly copied me. Jeez...what's going on?

Ella and Iggy got the same thing too...what?

The booth was big enough for eight of us, but they still sat us there...what a waste. But that being said, there was a lot of room for us to sit, unlike Johnny Rockets. So it made no sense why both Iggy and Fang had to invade our space. Both of them too.

When I leaned back, it was into his chest. "I have something for you, Max." He whispered in my ear, making me shiver.

"Uh, what?"

He smirked. "Gotta wait."

After, like a half hour, our food came, which took another 45 to finish. "Cheesecake anyone?" Fang breathed out, putting his arm around my shoulders again.

"Oh yeah!" Iggy yelled, causing half the people around us to turn around angrily. He didn't even notice (you know, blind kid), and pumped his fist. "Ella! I'll get whatever you get!"

I was full...like way full. But how could I pass up cheesecake? "Fang. Split something with me. You pick. My treat."

The tall, dark teenager looked confused for a second, and then went with it. "Okay, but I'm paying for it."

"No your not. Just pick." We ended up getting the same thing as Ella and Iggy, Snickers Cheesecake. Oh yeah, baby.

"Guys!" Ella was looking at a clock on the wall. "It's 8:30."

Fang dragged me up. "Shit!" We threw the rest of our money on the table, probably a huge tip, and ran for it. It wasn't working with my overflowing stomach. "Beth's up there."

We walked up the bridge, where none of the other campers were. They were probably finishing up lunch. "Max." I turned around and Fang was...on one knee?

"Uh..." Intelligent girl I am.

He popped open a little box. "I still like you, Max." Fang said softly, looking down at his feet for a little bit.

"What?" I was truly confused. "Sorry, Fang, I think we're a little young for marriage-"

He laughed, the sound rumbling in his chest. "That's not what I'm doing."

Fang got up, and gave me a huge hug, sliding something on my right hand.

I looked down. A promise ring. "I promise," he started, pulled back and holding me at arms length. "not to be a total jerk-off anymore."

I smiled, and wrapped my arms around his neck.

Maybe it wasn't going to end in fire and destruction. But this is my life right? Yeah.

A/N Okay: TIME FOR YOU TO TELL ME HOW TERRIBLE I AM AT FLUFF!

Eh, leave me alone. It's never been my forte.

OR...You could tell me how amazing I am and worship me for the rest of your lives! No? Fine.

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