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said as I slammed the Impala’s trunk, the last of the luggage squeezed in beside his tent, cooler, eco bags of food and whatever other camping paraphernalia we had no doubt doubled up on. Or would be very thankful he remembered.
    Dad had gotten so excited that I was going camping. He had actually been stunned at first, that I’d even contemplated spending three nights in the great outdoors. Before the parentals even needed to veto the idea of staying at the hotel (the same one my boyfriend was at – do I need to keep going?). I had decided on camping, anyway. My stomach had buzzed with excitement because I’d figured, yeah, there would finally, definitely, be alone time with Ty, unsupervised in his hotel room, but I also knew he’d be busy. Focused. And besides, I wanted the real summer music festival experience with my girlfriends and that equalled camping.
    So when Dad got over the shock, he hurried me down to his basement man cave and loaded me up with camping gear. He and his college buddies, as well as having monthly poker nights, went off into the wilds once a year to pretend to fish but mostly to drink beer and talk about sports.
    As much as he hinted and attempted to finagle himself an invitation, no , my dork of a dad was not invited.
    Anyway, with the trunk crammed full and closed, we were good to go.
    Hamish rubbed his hand along the panelling and gave me a glare in case of scratches with no evidence whatsoever to warrant it. No new scratches, I mean. His fingers came away dirty with dust.
    Nikki waved a copy of Cosmo in front of her face as her skin shone with perspiration. "I'm getting in the car. Hamish do you mind turning the air on?"
    Ah, the politeness of strangers. And politeness of girls when addressing hot boys.
    "Me too," Mads said, "I'm dying out here."
    Wow. First time they'd agreed on anything. Felt like progress. It had been a bit dicey to begin with, not to mention that Mads had promptly changed into a hot pink tank with a big, cracked white heart emblazoned across her chest. She gave me the evil eye when I noticed and it was clear there was going to be no discussion of the prior fashion faux pas. Her rainbow–vomiting dinosaur tank was left behind in my room.
    Both girls opened the nearest back passenger door and climbed in, while Hamish leaned in the front, fiddling with the air.
    In the back seat, Mads and Nikki were separated by a cooler and a couple of shopping bags full of food. They each had pillows and handbags piled on their laps.
    Their separation was probably for the best, really.
    Mom stood at the curb, arms crossed, a great big frown on her face. She didn't need to have taken the morning off work like this, but she said she wanted to see us off.
    I knew what was really going on, though. Her trust issues were interfering with her ability to go to work.
    "I don't know about this, Poppy," she said as I stepped over to say a final goodbye.
    I gave her a quick, reassuring hug. Quick because mingling sweat was gross.
    "It's going to be fine," I said. "It's just four days. And we have our chaperone, just like you wanted."
    "Yes," Mom said, eyeing Hamish suspiciously as he leaned against the car, tapping away one handed on his cell. He pulled his tee shirt from his chest a couple of times, trying to make some sort of breeze. Hamish glanced up and flashed Mom a confident smile.
    "Don't worry, Gemma, they're safe with me."
    "Uh huh," Mom said, unconvinced. This Hamish wasn't even remotely what she'd had in mind when talking chaperones.
    "We're going to watch some sick bands," I said, "I’m going to say hey to Ty, maybe go swimming at the beach, and we’ll come home with wicked tans, having had the best weekend of our lives. That’s all, Mom. You don't have anything to worry about, I swear."
    "You'll answer your cell when we call, Poppy," Mom said.
    "I know."
    "Every single time. And you'll behave yourselves."
    "Of course we will."
    She looked pointedly at Hamish. "All of you."
    "What?" he