Nancy unzipped her brother's tent and to her surprise, it was empty.
"Hey Johnathon!" She shouted.
"Yeah?"
"They aren't here."
Johnathon strolled over and peered into the tent.
"Weird." He observed.
"So..." Nancy asked, wanting an idea.
"Well we could ask the warden?" He suggested.
"No way. He'd blame us for not looking after them."
"Fine let's go looking." He suggested instead and Nancy nodded.
Nancy clasped Johnathon's hand and looked around all the usual places; bathrooms, game rooms, canteen. Gone.
"Oh no my mums going to kill me!" Nancy cried.
"Nancy it's ok." Johnathon whispered.
Nancy clutched Johnathon and felt a wave of hope and security wash over her. She looked up and kissed him.
"I love you." She said.
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Jancy; one photo, a million words
FanfictionSummer camp, Indiana, 1985 Johnathon, Nancy, mike, will, eleven and wait, where's Dustin? All will be explained, after you read about the really cute jancy moments.
