"Oh, I'm in. Who are we maiming with art supplies? Or need I ask?"

"I swear, I want to superglue his mouth closed," I muttered, swinging my legs off the bed and sitting up.

"You know, there are other ways to harm someone than with crayons and glue sticks," she teased, sitting beside me.

"Ugh, Amy, he's driving me nuts!" I said, running my hands through my hair.

"Face it, girl, there's some sparks between you and Greeky, and they're going to continue to simmer until you do something about it."

"You're a wack," I said laughing at her reference to him. "I do like the name 'Greeky,' though."

"Well, you're the one who said he looked like a Greek god."

"True, too bad he acts like a slug."

"Well, enough of this CW drama. Let's go," she said, tugging on my hand.

"Fine, but I'm bringing glue with me just in case."

She giggled "Death by glue, I can see the fuc... I mean the focking headlines now."

We arrived at the mess hall just in time to see all the guys and Louise carrying stuff out.

"What's going on?" I asked as Amy began to bounce up and down with excitement. "We're having a cookout," she said, heading to the kitchen.

"That's cool," I said, feeling her enthusiasm.

"It is. Hot dogs, marshmallows and ghost stories," she said, with sparkling eyes.

"Really?" I said, raising my eyebrows doubtfully.

"Trust me, chick-a-roo. You haven't heard a really scary story until you hear one of your dad's out here in the woods. Last year he told one that scared the shiznit out of me for weeks."

"Um, Amy, you know they're just stories, right?" I teased, grabbing a couple bottles of ketchup and mustard off the counter.

"Ha, we'll see what tune you're singing later tonight," she said, sashaying out of the kitchen ahead of me.

The bonfire was already burning brightly by the time Amy and I deposited our condiments on the long folding table.

"Hey, Kimmie," Rick said, coming up to join us.

"Hey," I said, smiling at him tentatively. The last few days had been so crazy busy that I really hadn't had much of a chance to be alone with him. I tried not to let it bother me, but I had hoped we'd have more time together.

"How’s all your training going?" he asked, handing me a stick that had been sharpened on the end with a knife.

"Not bad," I said, not sure how much Mason had told him about my downfalls.

"Not bad? I heard you're doing really well," he said, proudly tugging on a lock of my hair.

"Seriously?" I asked, thinking I was the butt of a joke.

"Yeah, really," he said, chuckling.

"Hey, Rick," Travis called. "We need some help with the storage shed."

"I'll be right there," Rick said over his shoulder, looking back apologetically. "Duty calls. Good job, kid," he added before striding away.

"Thanks," I said to his retreating back.

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