Hey guys, so I wanted to get this up today cause the chapter I posted this afternoon was kind of boring. Anyway. I haven't said this in a while, so: The plot and characters do not belong to me. Thank Tyne O'Connell and Lisi Harrison, respectively.

**Cam**

"I mean, it was to be expected," Dylan smirked as the eight of us headed to Josh and Plovert's room after the game.

"Yea, don't feel bad, guys. Girls totally have the advantage for things like this," Massie shrugged nonchalantly, but I could tell she wanted to gloat.

"Hey, look," Josh said after unlocking his door, and I was glad to get the girls to stop talking about how they annihilated us in charades. He held up a piece of paper that had been slipped under the door, and the other's crowded around to look. I waited my turn, and when I got it I saw that it was a schedule.

The Dreamer

Day 3

9:00: Wake up!

9:30: Breakfast

10:00: Group tour of FC Barcelona museum and stadium

12:00: Shopping on La Rambla (please buy lunch)

3:00: Group trip up Tibidabo Hill

6:00: Poble Espanyol (please buy dinner)

8:00: Group trip to Flamenco Show

9:30: Magic Fountain

10:30: board ship

11:00: Sweet Dreams! (Tomorrow: Perpignan)

Day 4

9:00: Wake up!

9:30: Breakfast

10:00: Eglise Saint Jaques

12:00: Le Castillet & Casa Pairal Museum

1:30: Group Lunch

2:30: La Palais des Rois de Majorque

4:00: free walking time

6:00: board boat for dinner

8:00: Mediterranean Ocean History Documentary (yes, this is mandatory)

11:00: Sweet Dreams! (Tomorrow: Marseille)

"Awesome!" Plovert and Josh highfived, they were huge Barcelona fans and were excited to tour the stadium. The girls expressed more interest for the shopping street, and Claire softly voiced her anticipation for the Spanish Village. Derrick was ecited for photography of course, but also to practice his French. I was just excited for it all.

Since there was about an hour and a half until curfew, we decided to watch a movie. Alicia had swiped a few dvd's from the shelves in the yellow room, and the girls gathered around her to choose.

"This could be a horrible idea," Derrick whispered to me, Josh, and Plovert. I raised an eyebrow in question. "Y'know, letting the girls pick the movie."

We all snickered at that, causing the girls to turn around and glare. Even Claire looked a bit unhappy, so I tried to compose myself quickly.

Finally the girls made their choice. I didn't even really care what it was; I just hoped to make up some lost ground with Claire.

Massie immediately claimed the spot to my right, but Derrick summoned Claire to the couch by patting the spot in between him and me. I shot him a grateful grin.

The movie opened with a sunset and palmtrees and a pineapple before revealing the title: 50 first dates. Our groans were audible as the girls turned to slap us on the arms. I smiled to myself though… if my memory served me correctly, this movie had Adam Sandler in it so as far as chick flicks go, so at least it had the potential to be entertaining.

Derrick and Plovert cracked up as Henry got the walrus to puke on his assistant. Alicia scrunched her nose in disgust and Massie rolled her eyes. Dylan burped and Claire just giggled softly.

As the movie went on, Massie nuzzled herself into my side, but I didn't wrap my arm around her even though that was probably what she wanted. Instead I slowly moved my arm up behind Claire, but then couldn't bring myself to wrap it around her shoulders. She was completely transfixed on the movie. Instead, I started playing with a small piece of her hair, twirling it around my finger. I felt her stiffen a bit, but she didn't pull away. That small fact made me smile.

At the point when they were fast forwarding through a bunch of the dates, hearing Lucy say "nothing beats a first kiss" over and over again, Claire went to the bathroom. The second she got up I missed her presence next to me. Derrick looked over at me with raised eyebrow and I shrugged back. I couldn't quite tell how it was going.

Massie started playing with my hand, giving me a hand massage. It actually felt good, so I didn't tell her to stop. But I shook my head back at Derrick so he wouldn't think I was trying to flirt with her. Massie looked up at me and grinned, before turning her attention back to my hand.

I shifted my body to face her more, planning on saying thanks, when the door opened. At first I didn't think much of it, but then Derrick cleared his throat. I looked up to see Claire in the doorway, looking between me and Massie. I tried to meet her eyes, but she just gave a mini shrug without meeting my gaze and went to plop down next to Derrick just as Henry admitted to loving Lucy. She whispered something in his ear that made him laugh, earning "shhhhh's" from Dylan, Alicia, and Plovert? I nearly wanted to laugh at him, but I was a bit preoccupied. What the hell had just happened?

**Massie**

I loved the movie 50 First Dates. While the girls and I were all in the mood for a chick flick, we tried to pick one that the guys might enjoy as well. The occasional laughs from them proved me right. Plovert seemed to be a bit immature, but he had a sense of humor. So did Derrick; I smiled whenever I heard his heart chuckle. Cam and Josh never really made any noise, and I couldn't tell if it was because they were bored or polite. I knew Alicia would be rolling her eyes every time Plovert or Derrick laughed, so maybe Josh was being sensitive to that. I hope Cam didn't think I was that way.

I tried to snuggle with him and it didn't really work so after a while I gave up and started giving him a hand massage, which he was more responsive to. He even smiled at me and turned his attention away from the movie. He got weird when Claire came back, but then returned his focus to me. Maybe things were getting better. I liked him better when he wasn't as shy.

Once the movie was over, Dylan and Plovert escaped for some alone time. Alicia and Josh kicked us out of the room, hoping for the same. In the hallway, Derrick stretched his arms and gave a big yawn.

"Derrick, can I talk to you for a minute before you go to bed?" Claire asked, and I shot her a grin.

"Sure," he nodded before turning to me. "Night, Mass," he said with his adorable grin, "I'll be back in the room in a sec," he told Cam who just nodded.

"Night," I waved back. They escaped up the stairs, and I turned to Cam. "Walk me back to my room?" I asked, and he shrugged, before giving me a small smile and gesturing for me to lead the way.

"Thanks for the hand massage, Massie," he said, sounding genuinely grateful, but there was another emotion in his voice as well.

"Anytime," I said flirtatiously, meaning it.

He laughed quietly to himself as we reached my room. "Alright. Good night, Massie. I'll see you tomorrow." He pulled me into the briefest of hugs before turning and heading down the hall to his own.

**Derrick**

"Ok," Claire said, all business, as we sat up on the small circular upper-upper deck. "So. My plan for tomorrow. In the day, we will continue to hang out in a group and such. Wait, you like hanging out with Dylan and Alicia too, right?" She paused long enough for me to nod my head. "Alright. Good. Well, when we get out of the Flamenco show and go to the magic fountain, I'm gonna make myself scarce. If you tell Cam to stay away from her after that too, that is your first chance to go talk to her alone in a semi-romantic setting. But don't be too forward or anything, just be yourself. That will cement her desire to get to know you better – as a friend, she'll think, but that will change soon. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know, cause I didn't know if I'd get a chance to talk to you in the morning."

She finally stopped to breathe and I smiled. "Sounds good," I replied, nodding. "I can't tell how she feels about Cam anymore."

"Oh, she still likes him," Claire said, allknowing-ly, "but it probably won't last too much longer. Unless he keeps stringing her along."

She stopped and frowned a little after that, thinking. I wondered if it had something to do with how Massie and Cam had looked when she returned from the bathroom during the movie, but I didn't ask.

"Well," she said, happy once more, "Barcelona should be really fun. I'm so excited!" She smiled directly at me, all traces of the frown gone. In the middle of her saying this though, I started yawning.

"I'm excited too," I agreed truthfully, "but I really am tired. I think I'll turn in for the night. You coming?"

"Hm," she replied, looking up to the stars for the first time that night, "I think I'll stay up here for five more minutes. See you tomorrow. Sweet dreams," she waved as I climed down the ladder.

"Night," I replied from the dock below, heading for the stairs. When I got in the stairwell I found Cam crouched there spy-style.

"Dude, what are you doing?" I asked, laughing.

He looked up quickly, and started blushing. "I just was trying to figure out what you and Claire were talking about," he replied sheepishly, "did she say anything about me?"

"Nope, she just clued me in on her plan for tomorrow, of what I should do to get Massie. I'm supposed to tell you to get away from her at the magic fountain, after the flamenco show, because that's when I'm supposed to get her alone," I told him.

"Oh. Ok. Is she gonna stay up there for a while?" He asked, looking out at where she was sitting, her hair reflecting the moonlight.

"Five minutes or so," I answered, "Good luck, man." I could tell he was gonna go and try to talk to her, so I left him to it and headed down to our room to go to bed.

**Claire**

I heard footsteps on the deck below after Derrick had supposedly gone to bed already, so I looked over the railing to see Cam approaching the ladder below me. When he saw me see him, he called up to me.

"Hey, is it alright if I come up and join you?"

I shrugged, and he took it as a yes, climbing the ladder and sitting down next to me.

"So, how's it going Claire? I haven't gotten to talk to you much lately," he asked, and I decided to just go with it, the friendly conversation. It'd be more awkward and obvious if I acted rude and distant, wouldn't it?

"I've been good," I replied truthfully. "I had so much fun with Derrick in Valencia today. And charades was fun," I teased a little, raising an eyebrow. I laughed at his expression. "But yea. This has been such a good trip so far. I am so excited for the upcoming cities," I smiled at him. It was hard not to, even though I knew he probably wouldn't return it. Just because he didn't like me didn't mean I couldn't still think he was cute…

"Yea, I can't wait for the Poble Espanyol," he agreed.

"How are things with Massie?" I ventured, and then regretted it after. I didn't really wanna hear him gush about her. Even though I thought Massie would like Derrick better, he still might really like her.

"Well," he started, and I could tell he was choosing his words carefully. "Good, I guess, she's nice and cool and she really cares about her friends," he said, looking me directly in the eye. I turned away from his intense gaze. "But she's also kind of intense, and talks a lot… I dunno. I mean, she kind of pursued me, and I didn't really –"

I cut him off, not wanting to hear him try and make excuses. "Y'know what, I just got really tired, I'm going to head down to bed," I said firmly, and I heard him sigh.

"Ok, night Claire," he said sounding dejected as he let me by him to the ladder.

"But hey, I'll see you tomorrow," I offered, trying to keep it friendly. He just nodded as I descended the ladder. But as I walked across the deck to the staircase, I heard him let out a frustrated groan and wondered if maybe he hadn't meant to kiss Massie that first night.

Stop it Claire, I scolded myself, you can't let yourself hope. That's what he wants. I shook the thoughts out of my head and went to bed.

There you go I don't have any amount of the next chapter typed but I have ideas for it so hopefully the update will be sooner rather than later. Let me know what you think.

Hugs, Sky