*So guys, this chapter is super-short, I'll try to get the next one, which should be way longer up tomorrow. But, this chapter just explains some stuff, and I really hope you love it :) Also, guys, I love you. Seriously, you're all so amazing, and I couldn't ask for a better reading audience. Which leads me to telling you to go watch the epic xXSilentBloodRoseXx on DeviantART. Seriously, i need you to go watch her now. She's making an amazing comic based on this story, and it's really great. So thank you so much :)*

At first I didn't open my eyes. Man, I've got to be dreaming! But even if I was...I wanted to see him. I finally opened my eyes a bit, and sure enough, my favorite green-haired Punk was standing in my room.

"Duncan!" I exclaimed as quietly as I could. I jumped up from my bed and immediately threw my arms around his neck. He pulled me close to him too in a warm, comforting embrace. It felt so good to be in his arms again. My bliss was drained from my body as I thought about something. Why on earth was he here? I pulled out of the hug and looked at him through the darkness. "Wait...what are you doing here?" I asked. For some reason, I was really hoping he didn't get eliminated.

"I came to bust you out, Sweetheart." He whispered to me, pulling my arm over to the window that gave him entrance to my room in the first place.

"What?" I asked him blankly.

"I came to get you out of here. You know, get you back in the competition!" He explained. It took me a moment to register what he had just said.

"You mean Chris is letting me back?" I asked excitedly. I couldn't help but grin widely at the thought of seeing Courtney's face when she saw me back on that dock.

"Well..." Duncan started, wiping the grin off my face entirely. "Not exactly. But c'mon, the votes were rigged! He has to let you back." I hesitantly looked at him through the darkness.

"Duncan," I began, "I don't know if this is your best idea exactly..." I said in a nervous attempt to get the point across that this could very well get him and me eliminated again. His face scrunched up in annoyance.

"What're you talking about? Of course it's a good idea!" He whisper-yelled to me.

"I'm saying it could get you in major trouble!" I whisper-yelled back to him.

"Since when has that mattered before?" He countered.

"It didn't matter before because the trouble you got into wasn't enough to get you eliminated," I explained in a hush, "But this very well could be!" I explained. He looked thoughtful for a moment before the previous irritated look on his face was replaced with an even more irritated look on his face as rustling from the nearby window became apparent.

"What's taking you so long?" Heather demanded of Duncan as she gracefully stood tall on a skinny branch right by my window. Duncan brought Heather along? Wow.

"Didn't I ask you to wait in the loser boat? And what are you, a cat or something?" He asked her, probably referring to Heather getting to a branch by my window on the third floor of the resort.

"Yes, but I'm impatient!" Heather yelled back at Duncan from outside. She looked at me and smiled. Even if it was a tiny smile that I barely noticed, I still smiled back. In the middle of our friendship moment, Heather yanked my arm back out onto the tree. Now, it there was no question, I was going back to camp whether I wanted to or not, because Heather's word is law, and no way was I headed to jail. We jumped together down each of the branches until reaching the stone floor of the poolside area.

As we waited for Duncan to make his descent, I looked at Heather happily, and I saw her smiling back. We embraced each other in a hug that was surprisingly nice coming from Heather. I never thought that I would ever be friends with Heather, much less enjoy it. But here I am, eating my words. We embraced each other for another few minutes until a voice that I loved, but was arguably ticked at broke us up.

"Whoa, is the apocalypse coming?" Duncan asked jokingly. I watched Heather scoff and walk by him.

"Only if you don't let me drive this time." Heather said, swiping the keys right out of Duncan's pocket.

"Oh, forget that, sister! I'm driving." Duncan said angrily to my best friend.

"No way!" Heather exclaimed as the three of us boarded the boat of losers. "You drive like a crazed psycho on Red Bull!" Heather shot back. I looked at Duncan in an amused amazement.

"What? Juvie isn't exactly the ideal place to take driver's Ed." Duncan explained himself. By this time, our argument was long forgotten. That was something I adored about our relationship: We could fight about something and make each other so angry, but we just...can't resist each other I suppose. Heather sneered at Duncan as she began to back the boat out of the resort's dock like a pro. While I sat there, watching Heather intently stare at the dark blue waters of the murky lake, and Duncan, who was lying on his back, watching the twinkling stars in the night sky, a feeling came over me. Satisfaction. I had everything in this moment: an amazing friend, and equally amazing boyfriend, and beautiful stars that I got the privilege of watching with them. I laid myself down on the bench, resting my head on Duncan's chest and staring up at the stars with him. My relief soon turned to sleepiness, as I became as tired as anything. I still couldn't help but have a feeling in the back of my mind that everything wasn't in fact perfect yet, but it didn't matter at the moment the second I heard those words that I will always cherish:

"'Night, Pasty."

*Like I said, short, But I PROMISE I will get the next significantly longer chapter up A.S.A.P. In the meantime, review this one maybe? Please? :D*