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"WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY?" Nudge was almost in tears. I rushed over. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Bored," she ground out. I rolled my eyes. Dramatic much? "What do you want to do?" I asked her.

"Go camping!" she squealed. Please? Angel thought from downstairs. "Fine, whatever."

"But everyone has to go," she said. I decided to humor Nudge. "Sure, sweetie." Angel did her mind-trick and thought into the flock's minds: WE'RE GOING CAMPING! PACK YOUR BAGS GUYS!

I heard Iggy groan from his room. Fang was downstairs, typing away as usual. "No way, Ange," he called.

"You get to convince them," I told Nudge. Surprisingly, everyone was packed and ready in half an hour, if not grumpy. I didn't even want to know how Nudge had made them all come.

Angel was grinning widely. I had told Mom who had agreed it was a fun idea, letting us borrow a tent. Ella wanted to go too. I'm pretty sure Mom like the idea of being home with no worries or cooking to do, but she made us all take our phones.

We flew off into the air, with me carrying Ella with the help of Fang. Ella was enjoying this, never having flown before. I suddenly felt bad for her, stuck on the ground the whole time.

We landed at this small clearing in the forest and pitched a tent. I started on a campfire, while Nudge brought out what we needed for s'mores.

"The last camper was decapitated. And the psycho-killer used the campers' vocal cords to make guitar strings," Gazzy finished in a creepy voice.

"Good one, Gasser," I said. Iggy raised his hand and Gazzy high-fived it. Angel was stuffing her face with marshmallows, and so was I. Fang had one on a stick, and was holding it above the fire moodily, watching it burn. Gazzy and Iggy had taken turns telling every creepy, bloody, gory scary story they had ever heard.

"Any more scary stories?" I asked. I looked at everyone, ending with Fang. "As long as we're not singing," he muttered. He was lucky. He could be moody all he wanted. I had to keep a happy face glued on for the kids.

"Did I tell the one with the boy who had no face?" Iggy asked. "Yes," we all groaned.

"What about the one with the dog licking the girl's hand?" Iggy said again. "No, you didn't tell that one," Gazzy answered curiously. Iggy started, the flames flickering grimly on his thin features.

"There was this girl who was staying at a shack by the sea with her parents. One night, they left to have dinner. She stayed with her dog. She was scared because a psycho-killer had escaped."

Right that second, I knew she'd meet the psycho-killer soon enough, and the ending wouldn't be pretty.

"Her parents told her that if she was scared, she could just dangle her hand under her bed, and her dog would lick it and reassure her. So they left." Uh-oh.

"She heard a noise and left her room." She's done for. "It was just water dripping. She went back to her room and the dog licked her hand. She heard noise again, tapping. She left her bed, and it was only a branch tapping against the window. She went back to her room, and the dog licked her hand. She heard footsteps, this time she was sure of it. She put her hand under the bed and felt the lick. She went downstairs and saw her dog, hanged. 'But he just licked my hand,' she said. Then a voice said from behind her. 'Dogs aren't the only ones that can lick hands.'"

I shivered. He had told it well. "So it was the psycho-killer licking her hand?" Nudge squeaked.

We all sat in dazed silence. "I'm tired," Ella muttered. She walked over to the tent and I heard her zip up the sleeping bag. Iggy followed, and so did Gazzy, Nudge and Angel. It was just Fang and I again.

Finally, alone time. I curled up against Fang who was sitting, my head in his lap. He started twirling a strand of my hair. I felt myself doze off. "Love you," he whispered, but I think I was asleep. He carried me into the tent, and zipped me into my sleeping bag. Fang got into his and slung one arm over me.

"INCOMING!" Gazzy shouted. We all scattered as he landed clumsily in the middle of us. He was laughing at Angel who landed a second after. I knew there would be trouble when Gazzy yelled "Last one down is a first-generation flying Eraser!"

I glared at both of them and continued packing. This fun trip was coming to an end, fast. "Ready?" I asked no one in particular. I took everyone ignoring me as a yes. "WE'RE LEAVING!" I screamed, and swooped up. That got their attention.

I went back down for Ella and Fang was on the ground beside me in a second. "Ready?" I asked her. She nodded. I picked her up with Fang's help. The fly home wouldn't be too bad.

We got home and Mom opened the door for us. Everyone ran in, Iggy especially happy to be able to charge his dead iPod. Nudge smiled at me and ran upstairs to her room.

Everyone scattered. "You do anything to keep them entertained," Fang said, a hint of admiration in his voice. I smiled.

"I try," I said, dangerously close to Fang. He got closer and closer, inch by inch—

"Oh," Ella said awkwardly. "Sorry." I jumped back at the same time as Fang. "What?" I asked, still dazed.

"Um, no, nothing, I was wondering where Iggy was…" she turned and left, still mumbling incoherent things.

"Max!" Angel called from upstairs. I looked apologetically. "I'll be back," I said, heading up. Fang's look said he'd wait forever.

A/N: Choppy landing. Didn't like the ending as much. Oh well. Thanks for the feedback, and if you like it, tell me! R&R, please.