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When my eyes fluttered open, I was in an unfamiliar place. I blinked a few times until everything seemed to come back to me but I couldn't move. Something was clinging to my chest and when I looked down I saw Calum curled up next to me with his arms wrapped around my middle. His brows were pulled together and his lips were pouting, even in his sleep. I smiled at the sleeping boy because this is when he seems to be most at ease and the only time his silence actually soothes me. I heard someone snickering from the other side of the room and when I looked over, Luke was covering his mouth trying not to laugh. I shot him a glare and looked back down to Calum to make sure he was still asleep.

I was able to reach my phone and check the time to see that Calum still had thrifty minutes to sleep and I guess it was time for me to shower. I released Calum's arms from my body and carefully watched as Calum curled back up, continuing his slumber. I sighed and relief and gathered my stuff to go to the shower. An amused Luke was sitting on his bed while Ashton still slept like a log. With a last glance to Calum I walked around my bed, pausing in front of Luke's.

"If you wake him up I will kick your scrawny little ass." I warned through gritted teeth and Luke nodded quickly.

The shower was the tension release that I so desperately needed and I wish that I never had to leave. This morning we had our first breakfast of camp then numerous activities spread out throughout the day but I had some extra things to ensure that Calum had an awesome day. My pruned hands shut the water off and felt around out side of the curtain to find a towel, wrapping it around my waist. I threw my clothes on despite my still drying body and ran a quick hand through my hair. My blow dryer was in my suitcase so I'd have to dry my hair in front of my dresser which sucks because I really wanted to stress Luke into thinking his bathroom time would be cut short.

When I came out of the bathroom, Calum was getting dressed in his closet and I gave Luke a glare but he shrugged like he had nothing to do with Calum waking up. He was shirtless and my heart was hammering against my chest but it was cut off when Calum threw on his usual black sweat shirt. I turned away and sat on the edge of the bed to pull on my shoes while the others continued to get ready.

Finally, all four of us were dressed for the day and made it to breakfast on time. We grabbed a tray of food and sat at a table with some unfamiliar people but we kept to ourselves. I watched as Calum picked at his food, none of it ever making it to his mouth but I didn't say anything to him. We were all finished when Luke's eyes narrowed from across the table to something behind me.

"God I hate him." Luke said through gritted teeth and with my curiosity peaked, I turned around to see who he was glaring at.

Jason Marx, aka the most annoying person on the face of this earth. Both of his parents were successful solo artists and had number one albums, making them fifthly stinking rich and their son a complete asshole. He caused me and Luke hell our first year here at camp and every year since then. He sabotaged and bullied us every time we had open mic nights, dashing Luke's self confidence for performing in front of crowds. My own eyes narrowed and I turned around fast to look at Luke who was still glaring.

"Who is that?" Ashton asked and Calum nodded like he wanted to know too. I sighed and decided to explain.

"That's Jason Marx." I started.

"Whoa Liam Marx's son?" Ashton interrupted with wide eyes and I shot him a glare, making him sink into his chair and listen.

"Yes, but he's the biggest asshole at this camp and always ruins things for me and Luke." I explained and Luke nodded taking a swig of his orange juice.

"Yeah one year he nearly broke my guitar and he dumped a bucket of water all over Mikey while we were playing." Luke explained and groaned at the memory. Jason was so childish but he did what he had to do to take down competition.