Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, any songs, or the line "We bring the fucking rain down on our enemies"—it belongs to John Green the author of Paper Towns- a must read.

Okay, so yes it's been a nice long time since I've updated. I get it, you're mad, but I finally got around to it so let's celebrate that! If it weren't for me finishing my stupid science paper earlier today I wouldn't be typing this right now, but I got it done! The typing at least. I've been really busy with school so typing is hard to get around to, but writing stuff down on paper proves to be a great distraction when I'm bored in class. Don't hate me and please enjoy!

And I would like to thank hanmajo for not only being a kick ass editor but for also introducing me to the song for the opening of this chapter, "Never Have I Ever", which from now on will be known as Bank and Rei's song.

Confessions of a Band Camp Geek

Never have I ever felt like this before
I've never been the one to knock but now I'm at your door
Well listen very closely you can hear the sound
Of a love that makes my heart beat and my head spin round

-Hot Chelle Rae "Never Have I Ever"

Confession #6: I Bite Back

"You see that?" I asked Bank pointing to the laughing Rei and Ichiro sitting next to each other across the mess hall. "That right there is all your fault. You just kept pushing her away and being an ass because you can't get over a little embarrassment. Look at what you did! You drove her right into the arms of your competition, the enemy. You're so stupid!"

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Bank mumbled stabbing his meatloaf. "I do have eyes."

"But you seem to be missing your brain because only a complete and utter idiot hits a girl with a volleyball!"

"That was an accident!" Bank shouted back at me. Looking with a plea of understanding he continued. "The ball was one of those beach balls that don't work like a normal volleyball and it spun out of control and accidently hit Rei in the head. Besides," Bank mumbled, "it's not like it actually hurt her."

"It's the fact that you forgot to apologize that makes it bad," I sighed, rubbing my temples. Being a matchmaker for a dumb idiot is not a very easy job.

"I'm too embarrassed to even face her. Hooters," Bank mumbled to himself, shaking his head. "Why that of all things?"

"What you need to do now is work on apologizing," Sango said, joining in the conversation as she popped another piece of her roll into her mouth.

"Flowers," Raiden said, looking away from the thumb wrestle match he was in the middle of with Sho. "Girls like flowers."

"Where am I going to get flowers?" Bank asked. "And no, that's just so… cheesy."

"You're at camp in the forest," I deadpanned. "I'm sure you can find some flowers lying around somewhere."

"They could be poisonous. It's too embarrassing to go up to her with a bunch of flowers and ask for forgiveness. And it's too forward."

"If you're not willing to make a fool of yourself for the girl then you don't like her." Jak pointed out. Sango and I nodded in agreement. "And we're only here for six weeks; you can't take a relationship like this slow."

"What relationship?" Bank asked, getting defensive. "I' m just trying to apologize, I don't—"

"Give it up," Sho cut off Bank, dodging Raiden's thumb. "We all know you like Rei. Your constant denials are all in vain." Everyone nodded in agreement. "You can stop faking indifference now."

"I just need to apologize to her, that's all," Bank insisted stubbornly and we all rolled our eyes.

"You being in denial is going to cost you big time in the future."

"I'm not—" Bank suddenly stopped talking and when I looked over at him he was staring at something. I followed his gaze to see Ichiro with his arm tossed over Rei's shoulder; she didn't seem to mind it at all.

"Bank…"

"So, uh…" Bank coughed. "Flowers, huh?"

I smiled and threw my hands in the air. "We are experiencing a breakthrough!"

"Yeah…" Bank scratched the back of his head. He looked annoyed, but that's nothing new when it comes to stuff like this. "You didn't have to announce it to the whole world though."

"Psh, it's too loud in here for the table next to us to hear me," I waved off. "And I know just when you should give it to her." Bank looked at me uneasily and I smiled. "You can come by to pick me up so we can walk to the lake and give it to her then."

"Not going to happen," Bank rejected, shaking his head. "I'm not going to apologize in front of you, Sango, and Aimi just so you all can get your creepy satisfaction of me being bashful and shit. No."

"You're such a sore sport," Aimi declared. "If girls see a sensitive side to you they might find you adorable though so you'll always have a back-up if Rei, you know, rejects you flat on your ass."

"Gee, Aimi, thanks for the positive input," Bank said, rolling his eyes. "Too bad for those other girls I'm only interested in Rei and if I fail this summer, that's it. No other girl."

"That," I paused for dramatic effect, "Is so romantic!"

"Oh, shut up Kagome."

"Don't worry Bank," I assured him. "You'll get over this resistance to romance soon enough. I don't want you to end up being that guy who just screws groupies for the rest of his life and never finds true love or gets married."

"I'm seventeen Kagome. Please don't start badgering me about marriage."

"Okay, I'll come back in ten years."

"Thank—"

"Hey there, Lion King."

Conversation at our table stopped and we all looked up to see who had called me. Yuuki was hovering over our table, just smirking. She had that I'm-a-bitch look to her and I wanted to slap myself for even considering we could have a connection because of the competition last year. The girl basically had 'Bitch' stamped on her forehead. Talent's own Kikyo. Yay.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I was actually just trying to find out who is performing on Sunday and, as a senior camper, I'm kind of obliged to give people advice on the matter." She gave me a condescending smile. "I saw you going into a cabin a couple of times for practice. Are you and your band performing?"

"Actually—"

"Actually, it's my band," Bank interrupted. "And yes, we are going to perform."

"Well, I did name it."

"Kagome." Bank gave me a look and I kept quiet. "Do you have a problem with that?" He asked, turning back to Yuuki, who looked a bit taken back by Bank, but she gave another cool smile.

"I don't have a problem, but since you're new it might be best if you sit the first night out to get a look at the competition because we have some great bands."

"We're better," Bank countered, not missing a beat. "And we really don't take advice from old news since people are bound to get tired of you after so many years." Sango smiled from across the table and Aimi looked like she wanted to hug him.

"Well, this 'old news'," Yuuki snapped back, her eyes narrowing, "knows what these campers like and just doesn't want a new band to get booed off the stage because she's a nice person like that."

"Ha!" Aimi laughed, getting a death glare from Yuuki. "Who the hell told you that lie?"

Yuuki pursed her lips and looked over all of us with narrowed eyes before standing up straight and flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Whatever. I just wanted to tell Lion King here," she patted my head as if I was a dog and I glared at her (definitely a Kikyo). "That she should really get a hold on her emotions if she actually has the audacity to get on my stage with her undeveloped voice. You cry on stage here and you'll be the laughing stock of the summer and I don't think you're the kind of girl who can handle that kind of humiliation." Yuuki shrugged her shoulders "You look kind of… fragile."

Bank's hand formed a fist, but I opened my mouth before he could say anything. He is so protective at times that he forgets to let me fight my own battles.

"Lucky for me, you are absolutely wrong. If you're afraid some new talent is going to kick your ass take it like a man and don't try talking people out of performing."

"I'm not—"

"You just seemed really adamant about keeping us from performing and I tend to jump to conclusions," I said with a shrug as if I meant nothing by the comment. "But the next time you want to be a bitch, just be a bitch and leave out all the crappy advice because it's stupid." I looked her in the eyes with the calmest, Sesshoumaru-like look I could muster. "I would never take advice from you anyway, so stop wasting your breath."

I was hoping for Yuuki's mouth to fall open in shock that I had the balls to question her false authority like they do in movies, but the only thing she did was shoot me a look that could kill. The blood in my veins ran cold. This is a totally different level of Kikyo. Kikyo Version 2.0.

"I'll see you around," she spat, turning on her heel and strutting away from our table with her head held high as if I did nothing but boost her enormous ego. Great.

"Well, you sure pissed her off," Raiden laughed. "You're my new hero."

"This isn't Kagome's first time dealing with people like Yuuki," Bank stated proudly. "She got into a mud fight with the bitch at our school last year. That's how we met; detention."

The guys broke into a bunch of hoots and I turned to Aimi who was shoveling more food in her mouth. Apparently male demons aren't the only ones who can get ravenous by dinnertime.

"What's her problem?"

"Whose?" Aimi asked as she looked up from her plate. "Yuuki's"

"Yeah. It's only the second time I've talked to her and I already want to punch her in the face. She doesn't even know my name!"

"Ouch."

"That's the kind of vibe Yuuki tends to give off," Aimi said, stuffing another forkful of food in her mouth. "Her dad owns, like, Japan, and makes a bunch of donations to the camp so she sees it as her right to run the place." Aimi swallowed and reached for her drink. "And she is such a bitch. The worst part is that she's actually talented, really talented. So she's got the money, looks, talent and doesn't hesitate to shove it in everyone's face."

"Wait, wait, wait," I said, holding up my hand. "This girl is loaded with cash and she still went to a contest for a free ride to this camp?"

"Uh, yeah." Aimi had another forkful of food waiting to enter her mouth. "She probably just wanted to show off again."

"Yeah, well, she snatched away my chance for a free ride." Given, it wasn't guaranteed that I was the runner-up, but why take someone else's chance away if you have more than enough money to spare? If it weren't for the fact that I can draw and the camp paid for half of my summer, I wouldn't be here.

"That's Yuuki for you." Aimi looked up and glared in the direction of Ichiro and Rei's table. I looked over to see Yuuki now draped over Ichiro, yucking it up. "And she's really into Ichiro, no surprise. The only smart thing about Ichiro is that he doesn't hook up with her." Aimi's eyes narrowed even more as Ichiro cupped Yuuki's cheek in his palm, giving it a light pat. "He's just a real flirt."

I know why he doesn't hook up with Yuuki, too. He's waiting for Rei which makes him Bank's enemy so he's now my enemy too.

"And no one has even bothered to mess with her?" Sango asked, raising a brow at Aimi.

"Oh, how I would love to knock her off that stupid pedestal," Aimi started, defending herself, "but I was already on kitchen duty last year for sneaking out after curfew and I didn't want to get into any more trouble that could result in something like the isolation cabin."

"Isolation cabin?"

"Kitchen duty is horrible, but the isolation cabin is hell." Aimi looked at both of us seriously. "Avoid it at all cost."

"Gotcha."

"Anyway, it's not like I can beat Yuuki on her own stage. I can't sing and, apparently, I suck at dancing."

"Oh right!" I said as the light bulb went off in my head, snapping my fingers. I glanced in Raiden's direction to make sure he wasn't listening. "How'd that go?"

"Kiyoko tried killing me for one, but," she stole a glance in Raiden's direction, "he thinks it's really cool that I'm trying to expand my horizons and offered to help me."

"See?" Sango said with a grin. "It all worked out after all."

"So are you going to keep with dancing?"

"Hell no!" Aimi shouted, looking at me as if I sprouted a second head. "I am getting out of there as soon as sign-up sheets come back around on Friday. I've had enough new experiences."

"Well, at least you—"

"Hey Kagome!"

Somehow I knew he was there even before he opened his mouth. My stalker senses were tingling.

Conversation at our table fell again and we all looked to the head of the table to see Hojo standing there. Aimi and Sango just shook their heads and went back to their plates while the guy continued looking on in mild interest.

I forced myself to smile. "Hey Hojo, what's up?"

"Just admiring your beauty as usual," Hojo said with the same ridiculous smile and Bank's eyebrows shot up. "So, uh, you kind of ran out of class early and you never sent me the picture you promised, so—"

"Yeah, yeah," I cut him off. "I'll send that to you as soon as I get back to the cabin."

"Well, actually, since you're not busy now, we could—"

"Nope," I rejected with a shake of my head. Giving Hojo the permission to stare at me while he drew me when the sun was beginning to set was as dumb as agreeing to get in a car with a stranger. "I'm very busy right now, actually. Very busy. I have to…" I looked around for a scapegoat and saw Bank still giving Hojo a stare down. "Bankoutsu here actually has to help me with a song," I said, hopping out of my seat and grabbing Bank's arm, pulling him up.

"It looks like his plate is still full," Hojo said pointing to Bank's tray which was still well stocked. He was too busy staring down Ichiro and Rei to remember to eat his dinner. "Don't tear the man away from his food."

"Thanks for the concern," Bank said with a smile that quickly fell as he flipped on his intimidating side. Bank is a very easy going guy except for when people threaten three things: his family, his friends, and the band. "But I'll give you the go ahead the next time I want you to answer for me." Bank stood up and grabbed my wrist. "Let's go, Kagome."

"W-wait!" Hojo called after us. "What about the picture?"

"I'll send it to you!" I yelled back as Bank dragged me out the mess hall. "Promise!"

"Is that the reason you wanted me to take an art class with you?" Bank asked, peeking through the screen to see if Hojo was still hanging around our table. "Damn, I was hungry."

"You're smarter than you look." Bank rolled his eyes and started down the three steps that led up to the mess hall. "He's creeping me out with how forward he is. The guy doesn't understand boundaries," I continued as I followed Bank down the steps. "I even told him about Inuyasha and he didn't care!"

"Oh, he's going to care when Inuyasha gets all territorial and rips his face off." Bank looked back over his shoulder to catch my eye. "You know how Inuyasha can get, right?"

"Yeah, I know."

Last year Inuyasha stopped by swim practice since football season was over and he had finished lifting weights in the weight room. He was there about five minutes before we were allowed to hit the showers. We had just finished our cool down and were getting in a massage line like we always did at the end of practice. We lined up boy-girl to massage each other's shoulders and Aki just happened to be the unfortunate male that Inuyasha pushed into the pool to take his spot. He got banished for that little stunt. Of course, Aki was flirting with me, but Inuyasha has always been territorial in the worst ways. I hate it, but it's a dog thing and it comes along with dating a half dog-demon.

"So are we really going to work on your song now and not at eight?" Bank asked as he headed towards the path that led to the Crazy Frog's cabin.

"No," I said, grabbing the back of Bank's shirt and pulling him back. "I'm going to take a real shower." They don't give you much time to shower off after swimming for two hours in the lake, but I discovered that the water in the showers by the lake is hot. "You, my friend, are going to pick some flowers."

"Wh-what!"

"I'll see you later!" I called back to Bank as I started jogging down the path. I looked over my shoulder at him and he looked a bit green. "Make sure they're pretty!"

~0~

"You know, I thought we were finally getting somewhere after our conversation and then he just shuts down!"

"Mmhmm…"

"I mean, did I do something wrong? Did I indirectly do something to turn him into such a jerk?"

"Nope."

"Then why is he being such an ass!"

I finally yanked my guitar out from under my bunk and looked up at Rei whose face was flushed red. Since the day I met her, I always thought Rei was a calm, laid back, and poetic kind of person. Even with the purple streaks, she just gave off a chill kind of vibe. But here I was, being proven wrong, as Rei paced back and forth in front of her bed, looking like she wanted to punch something. Bank seemed to have the ability to really piss Rei off and, according to the number of books I've read and chick flicks I've watched, that's a good sign. But, for safety purposes, maybe Bank should hold off on the flowers…

"Bank is still just embarrassed about what he said at breakfast."

Rei stopped pacing and furrowed her brows together. "What did he say?"

"I knew it!" I hopped off the ground and sat on Sango's bed, pushing her feet to the side and she glared at me over the top of the book she was reading. "I told him you forgot all about it, but he's all paranoid that you remember the stupid Hooters joke and he couldn't handle you thinking that he was staring at your chest the entire time you guys were talking."

"That's stupid," Rei said, though her face turned a light shade of red.

"He can't take certain types of embarrassment," I explained. "He's really a sensitive guy when it comes to…" I was going to say 'girls he liked', but Bank would chew me up for that one. "Stuff," I finally decided on. "He's just bad with some things."

"So he gives me the cold shoulder all day because of one bad joke?" I nodded and Rei huffed, her previous embarrassment completely disappearing. "He's too sensitive."

"You shouldn't be surprised," Aimi said, hanging over the edge of her bed as usual. "Sensitivity is pretty common in the musician types."

"But, then again, Bank has never really been a mysterious, brooding sensitive type. He's more of an easy going guy who gets annoyed by Kagome's antics," Sango put in, letting her book rest on her stomach.

"I got that vibe too," Aimi agreed after giving it a second thought. "Maybe it's just you he's uncomfortable with," Aimi told Rei.

I caught the way the corner of Rei's lips turned down and I glared at Aimi and Sango for doing a horrible job at aiding the Bank-Rei development.

"Don't worry about it," I told Rei. "He's just really piles it on himself when he screws up."

"Yeah, imagine being in his band when he screws up for a millisecond on stage. The crowd doesn't even notice and he still holds practice every day for the next week… it's exhausting."

"Yeah…" Rei looked down at her hands in thought for a while before looking back up to me. "So where are you going?"

"To the lake," I reached down for my guitar case and pulled it into my lap. "Bank and I are going to work on possible songs I could perform."

"So you're really going to perform despite what Yuuki said?"

"Maybe not this Sunday, but I will perform." You just can't hold me down.

"Yuuki?" Rei asked, her brows furrowing. "The girl with the curly hair and green eyes?"

"Yep." I nodded. "That's her. She stopped by our table at dinner to try to psych us out or something. She doesn't think that the band or I are good enough to get on 'her' stage."

"As if we'd buy that absolute bull," Sango added.

"Right! Like we'd just sit there and take being patronized by her scrawny ass. We bite back! We bring the fucking rain down on our enemies!"

"Okay Kagome," Aimi said, smiling down at me. "We're not trying to gather participants for a riot."

"She had you that heated after one conversation?" Rei asked her brows high on her head. "I guess I missed quite a bit tonight."

"Yeah," Sango said nodding. "Hojo played the creeper role perfectly again and—"

"Hojo!" I hopped off the bed, just remembering my promise. "I better send that stupid picture of me now."

"Yeah, before you see him staring at your through one of the windows."

Aimi said it as a joke, but I checked all the windows just in case. All clear.

"Here Sango," I tossed my phone over to Sango and she dropped her book in order to catch it. "Just take the picture."

Sango held my phone up. "You sure you don't want to smile?"

"Absolutely not," I said, keeping the neutral look as I stared into the little circle on the upper right side of my phone. "I do not want him to think I'm enjoying getting this picture taken."

"Okay, but, can you loosen up the muscles in your face?" Sango asked, lowering the phone. "You look kind of evil."

"Would you just take the picture?"

"Are you okay with looking like a she-devil?"

"Take the stupid picture already!"

My phone said, 'say cheese' and was followed by an audible click a second after I had time to look neutral again. I reached over and took the phone from Sango's hand and looked down at the digital image of me. I did look kind of evil, but maybe that would strike fear into Hojo's heart. Or at least give him the idea that I was psychotic and not worth the strain on his mental health.

"Do you want me to take another one?"

"No, this is fine," I said, already hitting the send button and scrolling for 'Creeper' under my contacts list. When I found him I hit send and sent him the picture. "One thing I can now check off my To Do list."

"I'm getting one of these intense feelings that you're going to regret giving him that picture," Aimi said and I just rolled my eyes. She was just trying to scare me.

"Didn't your intense feelings cause you to sign up for Hip-Hop Dance with Kiyoko?"

"That was a low blow, Kagome."

There was a knock on our cabin door and we all looked over to the door to see Bank's face being illuminated by the porch light that had automatically turned on not too long ago, even thought it was only dusk. Talent is also wasteful. I must add that to my dislikes list.

"Well, time for me to go." I picked up my guitar and shoved my phone into my pocket. "I'll see you guys later."

"Bye!"

I headed to the door and opened it, smiling down at the flowers Bank was holding in his hand.

"What? You're not going to hide them behind your back for a—"

Bank just pushed past me, not even looking my way, and walked right into the cabin, ignoring the shrieks from the girls who were handing around in shorts and their bras because it was hot as Hell's flames in our cabin.

"What the hell!" One girl shouted. "Get the fuck—"

"Rei," Bank said as he came to a stop in front of Rei who was gaping at him. Aimi was looking at the scene upside down and Sango was peeking over the top of her book. The whole cabin gasped when Bank held the flowers out in front of him, offering them to Rei. "I'm sorry."

God. I miss seeing Bank's face this red.

"Bankoutsu…" Rei whispered as she slowly took the flowers from him, eyes wide. When their fingers brushed each other I saw Bank take a deep breath through his nose, his shoulders rising. "Thank you so—"

"Okay, let'sgoKagome." Bank said in a rush, his words blending together. He turned on his heel and all but ran back towards me with his head down as all sixteen girls 'aww'ed. I couldn't resist taking my phone out and snapping a picture.

I looked back to Rei as Bank brushed by me. She was staring at the door where Bank disappeared through and after another five seconds she looked down at the flowers in her hand and gave a small smile.

Mission Apologize: Success! Maybe I should have just gotten Inuyasha flowers last year instead of scaling his house and trying to sneak into his room.

"Bank," I said, after I walked out of the cabin. "That was so—"

"I am never doing that again," Bank cut me off, shaking his head. "I'm done with listening to you."

"Oh, come on." I ran in front of Bank so he was looking at me. "You should have seen the way she smiled at those flowers after you left. I'm telling you Bankoutsu, you are so in there."

Bank scrunched his nose up and grimaced. "That's not all guys think about."

"What are you—ewwwwwww!" I punched bank in the arm. "Don't turn an encouraging comment into a perverted saying."

"I was just—"

"No," I said holding out my hand. "Give me your phone."

"Why?"

"I am blocking all of Miroku's calls from your phone. He is proving to be a bad influence."

~0~

"I like Lion King. I like the season spring. I like swimming. And I like…" I paused for a second and stopped strumming my guitar to think for a second. "Onion rings! And I like to paaaaarty!"

"Are you good now?" Bank asked, looking over his shoulder at me. "Can we get serious?"

"You're way too serious to start with," I said, playing random notes, the vibration of the echo in the guitar was easy to feel against my stomach since I was lying down in the grass. "You should do what I do and sing random words to loosen up. It's very relaxing."

"Honestly, I'm kind of nervous," Bank mumbled, throwing a rock out into the lake, letting it sink instead of trying to skip it. I stopped playing and sat up, waiting for Bank to continue. "I mean"—he threw another rock—"what's she going to say?"

"Bank, it's going to be fine," I assured him, getting up to walk over to sit down beside him. "I'm telling you, the flowers were great. And your delivery of the apology? That was perfect." I reached over and pinched his cheek. "Very adorable."

"God," Bank buried his face and his in his hands. "I must have looked like an idiot."

"Your bashfulness was heartwarming."

"I must have looked like an idiot," Bank repeated, not even listening to me. "She's probably laughing her ass off right now."

"She's not."

"She is."

I sighed. It was obvious Bank was in deep denial about this and it was going to take a miracle to get him to see that what he did was really good. He's so optimistic about almost everything but throw a girl like Rei in front of him and he turns into a worry-wart, convinced everything he does is a set up for ultimate failure.

"Well, if you need to get it off your chest, you can always—" I strummed my guitar and lowered my voice, "—sing about it."

Bank cracked a smile and shook his head. "This may be the perfect setting for a High School Musical scene to play out, but that's not about to happen."

It was a joke Inuyasha made up at lunch last year. He kept saying that one day we were all going to get overly stressed about a gig and the only way to deal with it would be to break into song and dance just to get it off our chests.

"It would be a High School Musical takeover," Inuyasha would say. "Singing and dancing everywhere."

Senior Prank: gather a bunch of kids to perform a musical number during the middle of lass. No one would ever see it coming.

"The point was just to get you to smile." I lifted myself off the ground a bit and pulled a folded piece of paper out of my back pocket. "Here," I said, handing it over to Bank, "It's the list of possible covers I might perform."

"Yuuki can't stop you, huh?"

"Cause you can't stop the motion of the ocean on a Saturday night," I said with a shrug.

"One, It's 'you can't stop the motion of the ocean or the sun in the sky' and two, that's Hairspray, not High School Musical."

"A man who knows his musicals…" I stroked my chin and tilted my head to the side. "Are you positive you're straight? You never thought to even experiment with your sexuality a bit?"

"NO!" Bank shouted, throwing a small rock at my arm. "God, my brother is Jakotsu. When forced to sit through movie night with your family and it's his turn to pick, you just learn a few things."

"Likely story."

"Kagome!"

"I was just kidding!" I cried out, holding up my hands to stop any more rocks being fired. "Sheesh."

Bank just shook his head before finally unfolding my list. He read over it slowly, most likely trying to remember how each song sounded.

"Wonderwall," Bank said after five minutes of staring down at the list. "Definitely."

"You don't even want to try any of the other songs?"

"It's Wonderwall," Bank said again with an affirmative nod. "I am very confident about my decision."

"You're sure you don't want to even try?"

"You want to spend your time practicing on one song to make it perfect and not do a bunch of different songs and only give a half-ass performance?"

As always, Bank was right about this.

"Fine."

~0~

I was reminded again of the reason why I like trying to skip out on band practice whenever possible as I dragged myself back to the cabin. Bank. Is. A. Slave. Driver. A perfectionist to a flaw. Playing the same line over and over and over again gets exhausting.

It's only nine and even though I'm the kind of person who can stay up until three in the morning, wake up at seven and function semi-normally, all I can think about is sleep. I just want to change into my pajamas and—

"Kagome, you've got to save me!"

I winced at the sound of Aimi's voice and her strong grip on my shoulders. Do demons not understand their own strength?

"Can I not make it through the door without getting ambushed?"

"Kagome," Aimi said again, shaking me now, "we have to get the hell out of here. We are in serious danger!"

"Is the guy from Chainsaw Massacre here to chop us to shreds?"

"No, it's worse!" Aimi gave a dramatic pause and then leaned in close so her eyes were only an inch or two away. "Ms. E is gathering us for a bonding game," Aimi said, shuddering.

"Aimi, really," I moved past her, her hands falling off my shoulders. "You are stressing way too much over a little game. And frankly, I'm tired so you yelling in my ear is not making me happy."

"Your apathetic tone isn't making me happy," Aimi huffed, crossing her arms. "It's insulting."

"Hey," Sango greeted me once Aimi and I made it to our bunks and I got down on my knees to shove my guitar under the bed.

I offered a lazy wave back at her as I climbed the ladder to my bunk and collapsed against my lumpy pillow (the candy bag forming the lumps). I'm so tired I might not make it into my pajamas. Really, was sleepwear all that necessary to begin with?

"Are you alright?" Rei asked. "You look kind of… tired."

"She means you look like crap," Aimi was so kind to clarify for me. "What happened?"

"Practice with Bank happened," I mumbled into my pillow. "He's such a perfectionist."

"He's really passionate about music," Sango said. Of course she would side with him; she's used to his disciplinary side since she's always practicing with him. "He really wants you to do good if he was pushing you really hard."

"Bankoutsu is an ass," I whined into my pillow. "He's so mean; he wouldn't give me a break."

"He really wants you to do well," Sango repeated as if it was going to heal my sore fingers and vocal chords or get rid of the lyrics that were playing over and over again in my head. How am I going to rest with 'Because maybe you're going to be the one who saves me' playing on repeat?

My phone rang before I had a chance to say anything and I fished it out of my pocket and hit talk before bringing it to my ear. It was about 9:30, around the time Inuyasha usually calls, so I didn't even bother with checking the ID.

"I really miss talking to you," I mumbled into the phone, rolling over on to my back, hoping Inuyasha's voice would spark my energy again. Damn Bankoutsu and his practice. "You should call more often. Like, the mornings too."

"Really? That's great because I was so nervous about calling you. My hands were litterly shaking when I typed in your number but when you said that—"

I shot up in my bed and pulled my phone away from my ear. That was not Inuyasha. I looked down at my screen and felt the color drain from my face when I read 'Creeper'.

"Oh my god," I groaned. I put the phone back to my ear, hoping this was all just some crazy hallucination I was going through.

"…and that picture you sent was—"

I ended the call and tossed my phone over to the farthest edge of my bed. Hojo called me. He has my number!

"That was Hojo just now," Aimi announced to everybody, having heard him through the phone with her superhuman hearing. "Didn't I tell you that you were going to regret sending that picture?"

"Yes…"

"So are you going to ever doubt my intense feelings again?"

"No…"

"Glad to have proven my point," Aimi said with a smug grin and I glared at her.

"This is not a joke!" I looked around at them. "He might hook up with the FBI and get them to trace my phone and he could use it as a tracking device. I might have gained a true, legit stalker!"

"I think you're overreacting," Sango said, trying to calm me down. "You're making it sound as if Hojo is a super-stalker when he's really just a… guy who's really, really infatuated with you."

"That," I told Sango, "makes him a super-stalker."

"We need to devise a plan to steal his phone and delete your number from it," Aimi said and I nodded my head, liking the idea. "We start at dawn."

"That's a Lion King quote!" I shouted, unable to resist myself. Aimi and Sango gave me unimpressed looks and I shrunk back into the wall that served as a headboard. "Sorry."

"That's not even a significant enough line to be counted as a Lion King quote," Sango said, shaking her head. "Anybody could say that."

"Whatever."

"And sneaking into the boys cabin with the risk of getting in major trouble for a phone you could probably just ask for tomorrow morning is stupid," Sango said, being the voice of reason in our group. "If you just ask nicely he'll hand over his phone and then you can delete the number."

"There is no fun in that," Aimi mumbled, crossing her arms. "I say we should get another opinion on this. Rei?"

We all looked over to Rei who, evidentially, wasn't listening to our insignificant argument and instead was staring at a flower Bank had given her and smiling at it, rolling the stem back and forth in her hand.

"Rei!"

"Huh?" Rei asked, snapping out of her daze. She jumped from the shock of Aimi's loud voice in her ear and hit her head against the bunk. "Ow…"

"So should we play it safe and ask for the phone or infiltrate the boy's cabin?"

"What?" she asked confused.

"Hojo? Phone number? Super-Stalker?" I asked, hoping one of the words would set off the light bulb in Rei's head. It's great that she's daydreaming about Bank, but we have a serious problem here.

"Oh…" Rei finally said after a minute, nodding her head. "Do you even know which cabin he's staying in."

Aimi and I were quiet.

"Well, I guess that settles it," Sango said shooting us a superior grin and I crossed my arm. Now I'll have to actually talk to him and pretend to be charming to get my phone number deleted from his phone.

"Hello girls!"

Aimi winced at Ms. E's loud entrance and moved to bury herself under her covers as if it would make her invisible. The lump her body makes in the bed gives her away no matter what.

"Why don't you all come down and get in a circle like we did on the first day of camp so we can get ready to play this game I found out about!" Ms. E winked at us and I immediately had a bad feeling but climbed out of my bed anyway. "You too Ms. Hirose," Ms. E called up to Aimi and Aimi begrudgingly came out from under the covers and marched over to join the circle, mumbling "unhappy" words under her breath the entire time.

"Here, pass a can to everybody." Ms. E told Kazumi, the photographer, handing her a case of soda. She then stepped into the middle of our circle and clapped her hands together smiling that creepily perky smile. "We are going to play…" She paused for dramatic effect and Aimi rolled her eyes beside me. "Never have I ever!"

Shit.

Never have I ever is a luck game, in my opinion. Only if you have good luck no one has done what you have. It's a very revealing game in a way, perfect for cabin bonding.

"I'll start us off," Ms. E offered once each of us had a can and she explained the rules to those who didn't already know how to play. "Never have I ever broken into somebody's house," she said with a smile and looked around appreciatively at all the girls who didn't take a sip from their cans.

I lowered my head and took a sip of Mountain Dew. I could tell Ms. E was disappointed in me and shocked even though she kept that ridiculous smile on her face.

I've always had shitty luck.

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"I officially hate never have I ever," I told Aimi as I sat on my bed in my pajamas, eating my candy now that Ms. E has fled the premises. "What idiot thought of that game?"

My luck had been horrible tonight. Not only had someone never broken into a house, they never went trespassing, went to a bar under aged, drove without a license, got in a fight at school, cheated on a test, lied on a job application, crashed a car, got caught making out by their guardian (Jii-chan was pretty livid that day), or skipped school. All that stuff makes me look like a horrible kid… I did almost everything for a good cause!

I can proudly say I have never gotten wasted or had sex so, technically, I'm still an innocent child, despite that look Ms. E kept giving me that said she thought I was supposed to be locked up somewhere.

"I'm pretty sure a group of girls at a sleepover came up with it and that's way too many girls to try to attack without raising suspicions." Aimi slid under her covers, yawning. "I told you we should have run while we still had the chance."

"I get it; do not doubt Aimi and her instincts."

"Good." Aimi yawned and she turned on her side, her back to me. "Goodnight."

"Already?"

I was only met with light snoring and I just shook my head. I looked down to see Sango putting her book under her bed and Rei putting her flowers in a makeshift vase she made out of her water bottle. I guess it was later than I thought.

My phone rang just before I was about to lie down and go to sleep myself and I got it out from under my pillow. I checked the caller ID this time before answering.

"You're calling pretty late," I whispered. A lot of my cabin mates were falling asleep and it felt awkward talking to Inuyasha when it was so quiet. I crept out of bed and down the ladder, heading outside to sit on the porch. "It's about bedtime here."

"Sorry,"Inuyasha apologized. Just hearing his voice made me smile. "I was out late with Miroku, Kouga, and Kenji. We went broke at an arcade and I just got back home."

"That sounds fun."

"What? Are you already not liking camp?"

"No, it's fun, it's just…" I sighed. "You know that girl who knew me as 'the girl who ran off stage crying'?"

"Yeah."

"Yes, well it turns out she's a super bitch and I have somehow become her target." I went on to tell Inuyasha all about dinner tonight, sitting back to rest against the side of the cabin. The porch light went off meaning it was lights out and I was supposed to be inside the cabin, but I didn't move. "Camp is supposed to be fun," I mumbled into the phone. "It's kind of suckish."

"It has only been three days, Kagome," Inuyasha pointed out, "It can't be that bad."

"It's not that bad, but I am a fan of over exaggerating." I smiled when Inuyasha laughed. "I convinced Bank to give flowers to the girl he likes and I was even kind enough to get you a picture."

Inuyasha let out a loud laugh then. "I can't wait to see that."

"I'll send it to you after I get off the phone." I brought my knees up to my chest, resting my chin on my knees. "So how was your day today?"

We proceeded to talk on the phone for another hour. I told him about Ms. E and that stupid game—it is now so stupid that it is banned from my vocabulary—Bank and his Hooters comment, Portraits with Ms. Fujimoto, and my discovery of hot water in the showers by the lake. I left out everything that had to do with Hojo since this is Inuyasha I'm talking to. He told me about his day too which consisted of work, being lazy, and then hanging out at the arcade with the rest of the guys.

"I also worked on your welcome home present today too," Inuyasha said, loving to make me anxious about gifts.

"Already? I've only been gone for three days."

"Yeah, but I still kind of want you back home already."

I smiled but still asked, "Kind of?"

"Even as the world's best girlfriend, you have quite the talent for nagging. It hurts my ears."

"Inuyasha!" I laughed a bit and smiled. "So… what is it?"

"You know by now that I love surprising you." I could practically hear his grin through the phone. God I want to see that smile. "You'll just have to wait."

"Why do you tell me this just to make me all anxious?"

"I don't know," Inuyasha said. "It makes me smile."

"Are you smiling right now?"

"Yes, but that's because I'm talking to you."

My heart swelled inside my chest and I smiled into my knees. "I'm smiling too."

It was quiet and I just listened to his breathing, glad to know he was still there. In three days Inuyasha will be here to visit and then I could actually see him. I'm not a clingy girlfriend or anything, but I am entitled to the right to miss my boyfriend even though it's only been three days.

"What are you wearing right now?"

"Inuyasha!" I yelled, before remembering it was lights out and I was supposed to be quiet so I lowered my voice. "Don't be such a perv."

"It was a legit question," Inuyasha laughed. "I'll get us started. Right now I am laying in my bed wearing only my—"

"Seriously, I am about to hang up on you," I threatened, biting my lip to keep from laughing. "It's past one o'clock in the morning."

"So?"

"So, I can't sleep in like you tomorrow." Another thing to add to the dislikes list. "I have to go to bed."

"Fine," Inuyasha sighed. He was quiet for a minute. "I love you."

"I love you too," I whispered, staring up at the stars. "I can't wait until Saturday."

"Me either. In three days time I'll be there."

"Okay. Bye."

"Goodnight Kagome."

"Sweet dreams."

I waited for a minute, just listening to his breathing again and he still didn't hang up. I would have just gone to sleep with him still on the phone, but my battery was dying and it needed a charger and there were no outlets by my bunk.

"I love you," I whispered into the phone and I smiled when Inuyasha said, "Me too."

Still not liking it, I finally hung up and went into the cabin to get some sleep.

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You know the feeling you get when you wake up in the middle of a great sleep and you have to pee? You have to go but you don't want to because you're in the perfect position so you wait until the very last minute before bolting from your bed? Yeah, I really need to break that habit.

Waiting until the last minute to pee is fine when I'm at home and the bathroom is across the hall from my room, but it's not okay at camp. It's really hard to do the pee-pee dance while climbing down a ladder and the bathroom is down a trail. A legit dirt, rock, twig, and animal infested trail. At four in the morning.

I only wished I realized all of this before I decided to hold it until the last minute. It's all that soda I was forced to drink. Another reason to hate that game.

"Crap, crap, crap, crap," I mumbled as I slowly inched my way to the cabin door, my legs squeezed together as far as they could go as I tried walking. I wish I packed a flashlight too, like suggested in the material list. Phones prove to be a useless guiding source.

After making it out of the cabin I developed a system for making it to the bathroom without pissing all over myself. I would pause to keep it together before running as fast as I could and then stopping to jog in place to hold it together again and then bolting again. It was working so far and I estimate about only three more cycles before I make it to the bathroom.

The bathroom had finally come into view and I skipped jogging in place and bolted towards the lavatory, but a cabin that is usually used for practice caught my eye. The lights were on and I could make up two people through the window.

Though I was about to burst, curiosity always gets the better of me so I crept up to the window of the cabin and peeked in.

My jaw dropped.

There was Yuuki and she was all over a guy that wasn't Ichiro (who Aimi claimed Yuuki was determined to hook up with). Instead the counselor that told me which cabin I was in on the first day was the guy who had his hands roaming all over Yuuki. The same guy all those girls were gaga over was hooking up with Yuuki.

I was still jogging in place and even though I was about to explode I pulled my phone out and snapped a picture, the two too busy to notice me staring through the window. It's wrong, but when dealing with certain people, I am a big fan of blackmail.

I looked down at my phone and smirked. I wasn't going to use it unless the time really called for it, but it's always good to have something like this in your back pocket.

I put my screen back to its main background and used it as a light as I made a mad dash to the bathroom, smiling all the way there.

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It's done! And I must thank the amazing hanmajoerin for getting all this edited! I still have psych h.w—I always wait until the last minute to do the reading—and PSATs are tomorrow and my mom says she'll get me a laptop if I do well on them and that will really help with the updating, so I should try some of the practice problems, but I REALLY wanted this updated so I waited until hanmajo finished editing and you were able to read this chapter! Visitor's Day will definitely be next chapter because I myself need massive forms of inukag fluff so I'll be working on that in the middle of my classes. While I was away though, I did start a story Walking Tightropes and a short drabble collections of all canon couple, I Have a Confession To Make. And I wrote a oneshot Blind so you can read some of those if you want but AFTER you REVIEW! Please and thank you!

~Kimiko888~

Dear Confessions,

You've been missed more than a ho who has been torn from her pimp.

Love,

hanmajoerin. Who has, edited.

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