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Cullen Camp

BPOV

I woke up, as usual, to the sound of Alice carefully planning out her outfit for the day. I don't think I'll ever understand Alice's shopping obsession. Sighing I pulled off the cozy covers and took a shower. After everyone was ready we all trooped down to the mess hall for breakfast. Today was going to great because today was the day we get to go sailing out on the lake for the first time. We all sat around the table and chatted until the mini camp director blew her whistle.

"Ok everyone, listen up!" she said into her megaphone. "Group one for sailing will report to the docks for a short lesson on sailing, and will be on the lake until Lunch. Then group two after lunch, and group three for a night sail. Hop to it then!"

We where in group two so we headed out to survival. The guy who ran it was elderly, and definitely an outdoors person. He had a salt and pepper beard with solid blue eyes that reminded you of a Caribbean ocean, and had a great sense of humor. His name was Timothy, but everyone just called him Grandpa. I liked him. We all milled around until he came stumping into camp on a good-sized stick.

"Ok all you young people, who can tell me what the most important thing about building a camp fire?" he said to the group at large. No one answered.

"Youth these days!" he grumbled. "A fire is the best thing for you if you get lost, it keeps you warm, cooks your food, and keeps bugs and other animals away. Let's see what you know! Now divide into groups of three and try to start one."

As I thought, it was extremely difficult. No matter how I tried the wind always blew my flame out from the feeble pile of twigs and sticks I collected.

"Need some help?" said a voice behind me. It was, of course my Edward, smiling my favorite crooked grin. He glanced at my pile, carefully rearranged some of the bark and twigs, and then piled on heavier sticks. And boom, a nice cheery fire was going in less than 10 minutes.

"Wonderful!" shouted Grandpa, stumping up to us. "Nothing like the roar of a fire to warm your bones! Now who wants S'mores?" He pulled out the necessary things and everyone grabbed a stick and toasted a marshmallow.

I was just digging into the wonderful chocolate gooeyness of my s'more when a voice yelled: "Oh, crap!" We all turned to see Emmett holding a stick that was on fire. It looked like he had tried to shove as many marshmallows onto it as possible. Now less than 10 flaming stubs where visible on the now charred stick. The idiot was running around screaming and waving the stick in other peoples faces yelling, "Put it out! Put it out!" It would have been funny if the fire weren't real. Then grandpa cam running with a bucket full of water and threw it onto Emmett. Icy lake water engulfed him, standing there, soaking wet. His marshmallows fell with a plop! Onto the ground. Giggling I bite into another s'more as Grandpa yelled at Emmett while everyone else laughed. Mmmm, these are good.

"Err, Bella you do realize that's your fourth s'more, right?" said Edward. I gave him a look and quickly popped the rest of it into my mouth.

"My s'more!" I said with a full mouth, but it sounded more like "Muh spoor!" The lunch bell rang and we walked back to the mess hall with Edward's arm around my waist. For lunch we all got a delicious helping of dry pasta and stale garlic bread. After that was sailing, which was very relaxing. Once the sail and the Jib were strung up we sailed out to the middle of the lake. Edward and me sat on the bow and I put my feet in the water. I felt like it was a movie, with the serene forest around me and my angel holding my hand. A few hours later I was lying in my comfy bed, but not asleep. Groaning I checked my glow-in-the-dark watch. It's 11:45. I was haunted by the s'mores. This was the first time I ever had them, and they where heaven. The gooey marshmallow, mixing with the sweet chocolate, and finally ending with the crisp crack of the golden graham cracker. Mmmmm, I NEEDED one! Carefully I slipped out of my bed and pulled on a jacket and some sweatpants. I was just tiptoeing past Robin's bunk when someone spoke.

"Going somewhere?" Crap. I forgot about Alice. Dang her. Slowly I turned to see a pixie-like vampire, clad in a designer jacket and UGG boots. "You think I would let you have all the fun?" she said with a giggle. "The guys will corner us in the mess hall, let's go!"

So we slipped out the cabin door and crept out into the night. Above us, millions of stars sparkled like diamonds against the dark sky. The air was crisp and silent, a cold that was electrified with the certain something only camp could have. On our way to the mess hall I am proud to say I only tripped twice. Finally we got there. Quickly we took out Hershey bars, graham crackers and some slightly squished marshmallows, but of course the guys had to rain on our parade.

"Bells, honey you should be asleep." I heard Edward say from behind me. I turned around and gave him a sheepish smile.

"Just ONE Edward! Just ONE!" I pleaded.

"Oh, let her have one Eddie," Emmett said teasingly. "Here, we'll use the microwave to go faster. Using vampire speed he constructed five perfect marshmallows, and slipped it into the nearby microwave. Edward jus nodded. Grinning in triumph I ran up and hugged Edward, just as we all heard a huge BOOM and the burst open. Hot marshmallow pulp flew out and coated my back, and got Edward full in the face. I untangled myself from him and had a silent freak out moment.

"OH MY GOD!" screeched Alice. Her $300 designer jacket was covered in the warm pulp, and slowly dripped onto the floor.

"YOU IDIOT!" she screamed and proceeded to chase Emmett around the mess hall. Jasper, smiling at his tiny wife, grabbed her blur out of the air and sent out calming waves. She just glared at Emmett. I couldn't take it anymore. I burst out into giggles and leaned onto Edward for support, and eventually he had to carry me back to my cabin.

"You just HAD to have a s'more didn't you?" he murmured as he kissed my forehead and swooped out the door.

(A/N) My creative juices are back! Or are they? Let me know through reviews! No, no marshmallows exploded at camp, but I did drop a lot into the fire, silly me!

** This chapter was inspired by the many nights surrounded by good friends and a warm campfire. I can hear the songs… May this cherished tradition carry on always**