Rachel's P.O.V

I pouted. I don't want to go camping! Camping is SO not for me! I'm an indoor- girl!

I walked alongside Adam as we reached Kia's house. Kia lives about two blocks away from the De Coral Buffet, so there was no point in wasting gas.

I started mumbling under my breath. They weren't very ladylike things I was saying.

Out of nowhere, Adam started laughing. I turned to face him. We were now on Kia's front lawn.

"What is so funny?" I demanded. This was SO not a funny time! And Adam knows that! He knows how much I hate bugs! Grr! He's doing this on purpose.

"You are just so cute when you pout! It's hilarious watching you grumble to yourself, without knowing I'm listening in on everything," he informed.

"Don't worry; I won't tell Kia what you called her." He assured me.

I opened my mouth to speak, but then closed it. It was already my big mouth that got me into this.

We walked over just as Kia opened the door, followed by Drew who was carrying her luggage.

I laughed. Adam did, too.

Drew glared at us.

We just laughed harder.

Kia spoke up. "Leave him alone, he's just being a gentlemen. I figured you two wouldn't grab you're bags, so I grabbed some for you. I already had it here, and Drew had some of Adam's crap, too."

"Hey! My stuff is not crap!" Adam defended.

"The ones in the toilet are," I joked.

Adam laughed, rolling his eyes at the same time. I still don't know how he does that.

"Well, lets go!" Kia exclaimed, heading towards her car.

"No, no, no! We're going camping; it could get dirty!" I yelled after her.

She stopped. "Aw, poo, you're right. Let's take Drew's." she said, walking towards Drew's car.

We got in and Kia started driving to what seemed like, to me, was the middle of nowhere. Then again, we are going camping.

She parked in this icky looking place. I could tell this was going to be oodles of fun already. (Note the sarcasm.)

Everyone got out of the car but me. Adam noticed this.

"Aren't you going to get out of the car?" he asked me, chuckling.

I pouted and crossed my arms.

"No. I don't wanna be here! I wanna be in my nice, warm, bug-free bed!" I whined.

He laughed, and smiled at me.

"Come on, don't be a party pooper!"

"Hmmph!" I stood my ground.

"I know! I'll give you a piggy back ride!" he said.

My eyes sparkled. It'd been years since he last did that.

I thought about it for a moment. "Okay!" I agreed, smiling.

He smiled back.

"I am Adam, and I will be you're chauffer for the night," he said, bowing.

I laughed. "To the tents!"

I climbed on his back. "I'm sorry if I break you're back."

"Are you kidding? You're like a feather." Adam told me.

"I am not!" I defended myself.

We spent the next five minutes arguing over whether or not I had scrawny chicken legs. This is how our friendship is. We fight about the stupidest things, and sometimes the fights get pretty intense, (never physical! Adam would NEVER do that. He's a real man!) But we always end up laughing about it a few seconds after the argument is over.

Drew and Kia laughed. "You two sound like an old married couple!" Kia complained.

"We do not!" Adam and I said at the same time.

Kia and Drew smiled secretly at each other.

I narrowed my eyes.

Very suspicious.

The tents were set up, and I had the sudden urge to go pee.

Uh-oh.

I walked over to Kia.

She was the mastermind behind this, after all.

"I have to pee." I whined.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Adam. He turned around, trying to hide his laughter.

It didn't work.

Kia pointed to a tree.

My eyes widened.

"You don't mean..." I trailed off.

"Oh, I mean." She smirked.

I walked over to where Adam was standing, trying to hide his smile.

"I have to pee where?!"

This was going to be a long night.

Adam's P.O.V

This was going to be a fun night. I'm going camping.

The fun part, you ask?

Rachel's coming. And Rachel hates camping.

She wouldn't even get out of the car when we got to the spot.

I had to give her a piggyback ride. It was a good thing I thought of it, or else not a thing on this earth could have made her get out of that car. Not even Taylor Lautner.

Then we fought over whether or not she had chicken legs. Always a fun thing. I knew perfectly well she didn't. But if I'd said that, where would the fun in it be?

About an hour later Rachel walked up to Kia.

"I have to pee." She said bluntly.

Oh, this was going to be fun!

I turned around, trying to hide my laughter.

I don't think it worked.

I turned back around.

I was NOT missing this.

Kia pointed to a tree.

Rachel's eyes widened; she looked so cute when she did that!

I slapped myself internally.

No! You do NOT think of your best friend that way!

"You don't mean..." she pleaded.

"Oh I mean." Kia smirked.

I tried to hide my smile as Rachel stomped over to me.

"I have to pee WHERE?!" she demanded.

This is going to be fun.