Vanessa looked up while holding a box with fabrics in her hands and was a little shocked seeing the man approach her with some weird looking tools in his hands, to her they looked weird. Call the cops? Why did he wanna... She looked at the box in her hands, her car with the other boxes around the door, a few still on the loading back of her truck and the door of her new house that was open. ''Sir, I am Vanessa Heartstrong.. My grandparents used to live here.. They moved a few years ago to my parents home and a few months ago my grandmother died.. One and a half year after my grandfather had passed away..'' She paused for a moment to move the box a little higher so she wouldn't drop it and continued her explanation.

''They left the house to my mother and my mother gave it to me... I am not breaking and entering, I own the house'' she explained and dropped the box. It got to heavy for her and now she looked around, she had been summers in Red Lake, maybe someone that knew her grandparents and her could help her convince this man that she wasn't someone that was trying to break in to this house.

Griffith smiled and gently placed a hand on Scout’s back. “Everyone’s good at something.” He said in a hushed tone, “ I… well, let’s just say that with my hobbies, a wasp—at least, one that isn’t poisonous—doesn’t really mean much.” He heard Cassandra’s call to eat, and his first instinct was to shout heartily in agreement. While he had no doubt that everyone had seen him and Scout, that would draw eyes and ears their way for long enough to embarrass the poor guy.

That didn’t change the fact that Griffith was getting hungry. “Say, Scout,” he said, only slightly louder than before, “as much as I’m a fan of this, you and I should probably get something to eat before the others inhale it all.”

Krista smiled and shook her head towards Kaden. "Nah at least not yet anyway i'll wait until it gets dark to start drinking." She said turning down the offer, she looked over at Cassandra and watched her getting up from the camp fire and into her tent Krista's face quickly lit up when she pulled out her guitar. She always enjoyed listening to Cassandra's music and her voice when she sang was always beautiful to hear, though the song she wasn't familiar with but she enjoyed it quiet a bit. When the song came to an end Krista smiled wrapping an arm over her friends shoulder. "You sound really beautiful whenever you sing Cassie." Krista said.

Riley would smile watching her best friend compliment Cassandra on her singing, her eyes went over towards Kaden and got up to grab the bottle of whiskey she tried it from her fathers small liquor collection back at the house. Riley quickly took a swig of the drink and handed it back to him shaking her head slightly as she felt the burning sensation going down her throat. "Thanks for supplying the booze." Riley said going over and sat down next to Ryan.

Back in Town:

Sarah eventually finished her shift at the hospital, she smiled wondering how Riley and her friends were doing back up at the lake. She got into her car and started to pull out of the parking lot, driving down the street she passed by Lamb's Market and continued driving down the street until she passed by Mr. Davidson's house, that's when she notice him harassing another woman in her driveway and stopped her car. Hearing the tail end of Vanessa's end of the story she did recognize the house but it took her a bit but she quickly recognized that it was her friend Vanessa and quickly approached them. "Mr. Davidson its okay she lives here."

Cassie hopped she didn't appear flustered as Krista so casually threw her arm over her shoulders. its nothing, Cas. Just friendship she looked to Krista and smiled, although it did seem almost shy. "Thank you. I remember my father would say my mother had the voice of angels, when she sang me to sleep." She said softly, moving her guitar to the side.

"I don't remember much about them. But I remember she use to sing that song to me. Guess it stuck all these years" she said, with a soft, sad smile. Then she sighed softly, and seemed once more to put it behind her. "My aunt encouraged me to sing and play. She acts like she can't stand it, but I know it makes her happy to here me play." Talking was easier then thinking. Certainly easier then focusing on Krista's touch, and definetely better then listening to the thudding of her own heart.

"Mostly, I just like playing because...it feels like i can reach my parents, wherever souls go when their bodies die" it was easy to talk to her friends like this. She didn't know where she would be without them, but it certainly wouldn't. E anywhere good

Scout blushed and got off of Griffith. "You're right, we should eat... I'm pretty sure I could hear your belly growling when I had my head near it." Scout acted as if all of that hugging and affection Scout gave Griffith was normal. He made small talk with his friends while eating and continued to have a good time.

The memory of Griffith mentioning like his hug started to ring in his ears. Could Griffith be into guys too? Straight or not Scout was not going to let the opportunity to hug this sexy kid slide. "You know, if you really enjoyed our few minutes of cuddling, then maybe I could sleep with you tonight," Scout said shyly.

(Had to write this on an iPod today and its so and aggravating so please forgive any mistakes)

With the postman gone, David had prepared some drinks. By drinks he diddnt mean handing a beer out to everyone, as they had proven they wouldn't drink the fine liquor of... Lamb Market own brand. So, instead to garente fun and craziness... he had spiked the drinks, spiked the food, in fact he spiked anything he could get his hands on while the rest of them were away at the van and not here watching him. It would be victimless crime as what teenager doesn't want to get off their tits drunk. Jogging over to Matt he offered him a beer. "You wanna join us? You gotta get through two beers in 15 seconds. Understood?" This was true, in order to become friends with the cooler crowd he would have to get hammered to show he can have a good time. "Don't worry about these Scrooges, they just don't want to have a good time!"

Mr Davidson was standing in the driveway, angry as hell could be. "Well no one told me! I took the house to have some quiet! Now I have Venesa the problem child living next door!" he was angry now, why would no one tell him? He should punch her! Show her who is boss! But he wont, no problem child should go through that. "Just be careful getting this stuff in! I heard that the step up is a bit steep!" Turning around to Sarah "And if your going around red-lake, check on David will you? He stole the liquor and I fear he is up to no good."

Problem child? Vanessa looked at Mr. Davidson and then remembered him. ''Oooh! Your the grumpy silversmith!!'' she said and laid her hand on her head and smiled brightly. ''Listen, I am not a problem child, I was just not the kind of girl that played with dolls... I climbed tree's and played soccer.. And I am very sorry for the few times I broke a window in your shop'' she said and then looked at Sarah. For a second it took her too find out who the blond women was but when she saw it, she walked up to her and gave her a friendly hug. ''It's been so long Sarah! How did life tread you ?'' she asked with a smile.

Ryan took some fish, and bowed slightly. "Thanks for getting this ready for all of us." He directed his gratitude to both Scout and Cassandra, who had seen begin fishing just a while ago. He took a bite from the fish, and looked up as someone began playing their own music. He nodded his head, smiling slightly. When she finished up, he held the fish in his mouth and applauded a little before continuing to eat. A group of variety. He glanced around at everyone, curious how a group so different from person to person had started being a group in the first place. His gaze hovered a moment longer on Riley before he finished up eating his fish.

Ryan leaned back a little bit and looked around at the others, and smiled to himself as he thought of something to say. "Anyone else glad to not have my dad teaching for a little bit?" He knew that some of them may not have his dad as a teacher, but those that did would probably have a say on this matter. "I'm not saying he's a bad dad, but... I'm not sure about his teaching." He said, chuckling and glancing to the marshmallows he had sat down. He stood up, walking over to get some and grabbed two, bringing them back to where he had been sitting and held one up to Riley to offer it.

Ruby had sighed, watching as Matt removed himself from the water. Everything around her seemed to disappear as she focused on him, watching him disappear into the RV. She gave a sigh as he disappeared from her sight. He was almost... He almost... She blinks a few times, before she began to paddle her way to the edge of the water. Damn it, he's like a magnet, she thinks to herself as she walks inside to fetch some clothes.

She dodged Matt on the way through the RV; Ruby figured he may need some time on his own to sort things out (she could also tell this from the bottle of rum he now had). She found her luggage and grabbed a towel, drying herself off before taking a proper swimsuit and hiding behind a few bushes outside. She figured she would be swimming a lot, so she swapped her current apparel for the skirtini and then walked back into the RV to put her underwear with the rest of her clothes before heading outside.
By the time she exits the RV, the car that had been stuck had been moved. She sighs, taking a seat on her own, tucking her legs to her chest.

Back in Town:

Sarah smiled feeling Vanessa hugging her and quickly returned it. "Life has been treating me well, its been forever since I saw you last time." She said looking at Mr. Davidson. "Shes a friend." Sarah said before letting go of Vanessa and smiled looking over at the house she was moving into and remembered Vanessa's grandparents. "Sorry to hear about your grandparents, but it is really good to see you back, did you want something to eat? My husband owns the bed and breakfast on the other side of town, and Mr. Davidson you are more then welcome to join us. I'll text Riley, not like they will listen they are almost adults anyway as long as it doesn't get to bad up there." Sarah said.

Back up at Red Lake:

Krista smiled softly at Cassandra, she looked very cute when she looked flustered but didn't say anything at all. Krista frowned slightly when Cassandra brought up her parents remembering the news of her friends parents dieing in an accident and her being the only survivor must have been hard. "Well you do have a voice of an angle, and i'm sure you mom and dad are smiling down at you as we speak." Krista said softly giving Cassandra another loving hug.

Riley smiled taking the skewered marshmallow into her hand and held it over the fire looking out towards the lake once more before looking back at Ryan. "Thank you." Riley said looking over at Krista and Cassandra seeing the two of them talking. "You did a really good job singing Cass, you should think of getting a music career." Riley suggested, she rubbed her eyes for a moment before standing up. "Ill be right back i'm going to get my glasses." Riley said as she got up taking a bite of her marshmallow and got back into the RV, washing her hands Riley looked into her bag and pulled out a pair of glasses, and went to take out her contact lenses Riley rarely ever wore her glasses and sometimes her eyes would end up bothering her. A few minutes later Riley came back out to join her friends.

Cassandra let herself enjoy the hug, returning it. Hugs were such warm things, with many different meanings. Often, it was like being enveloped in the warmth of friendship. Cassandra rarely spoke about her parents, but when she did, often it was in the company of her friends. Which made it easier. And if she was lucky, she'd get a hug.

She smiled, "Thank you. Something someone told me once. Those we love are never gone, as long as you remember them." Still didn't mean she wanted to put herself into a position to lose someone she loved again. Didn't mean she couldn't have fun.

"A career? Wouldn't that take the fun out of music?" She said, "And being famous just sounds like it would be utterly boring" She mused

''Yeah, that would be great.. I probably would have end up with searching for a small restaurant or something anyways'' Vanessa said and looked at the silversmith. ''I hope we can be peaceful neighbors, I didn't come here to make any..'' for a second she paused and then smiled. ''Trouble'' she finished and packed the boxes in her car and locked the door. ''For that I will have tomorrow and the rest of the week too.'' she said and smiled at Sarah. ''It has been so long now... Riley must be a real young women already, last time I saw her, she was walking around in diapers'' she said with a giggle.

Griffith was surprised. After a brief moment, less than a second of logical thought, he knew that there was no way the shy Scout was propositioning him. It was, beyond a shadow of a doubt, as innocent as an offer of cuddling could possibly be. That doesn’t mean I can’t have any fun. A grin of mischief spread across his face. “My, my, aren’t we forward this evening.” His tone was playful, though his voice was not so loud as to draw attention. “I would be delighted to have your company, whatever your intentions.”

Taking up one of the fish, Griffith looked around at everyone assembled around the fire. Cassandra really knows her music. His ears perked up at Ryan’s question. “Meh. He’s a teacher. Probably not the best in the world, but he could be a whole hell of a lot worse.”

Riley smiled sitting next to Ryan hearing Cassandra's answer. "If you were a singer then you could have all the guys or girls in the whole world if you wanted to, and don't forget all of the awesome parties, private jets exploring the world it would be really fun." Riley said and gave a slight shrug. "But then you would to busy to even hangout with us, what do you guys want to do after high school anyway?" Riley asked looking to her friends. Riley would then reach over for one of the beers that were brought out and opened it taking a small sip of it before putting it down.

Krista gave a slight shrug thinking for a moment she always enjoyed drawing while she was alone. "I'd probably would like to become an artist or someone who draws for a living." Krista said looking towards Cassandra wondering what she wanted to do.

Back in Town:

Sarah smiled softly leaning herself up against Vanessa's car and nodded. "Yeah I remember you were her age when you visited last." She said with a smile. "Riley is up at the lake with her friends doing their little annual trip. Seth is probably making dinner right now if you want to join us Vanessa."

"M-my intentions are pretty innocent! I'm not trying to get in your pants or anything... I'm going to make some S'mores." Scout stabbed about 12 marshmallows through a sharpened stick. The marshmallows were colorful at first but soon had a nice brown tint to them. He put each one inside of some graham crackers and chocolate. The others probably thought that Scout was doing what he usually does and made something for everyone, not this time. Scout scarfed down one S'more at a time savoring the flavor of each for only 10 seconds. After he finished he had burped and said a quiet and polite, "Excuse me." His face was covered in chocolate and marshmallow.

With another 6 marshmallows over the fire Scout started to notice how great everyone was getting along. This was a really good day. Scout couldn't think of a single thing that could ruin it. He smiled started to prepare some more S'mores. In the distance a wolf's howl could be heard. Scout liked wolves. They were fluffy blood thirsty puppies. Scout considered all dogs puppies no matter their size, just like he called all cats kitties.

Ryan smiled and glanced towards Riley as she came back and mentioned what the pros and cons Cassandra might get for being a singer. "All the guys or girls? Some people only really want one." He ate his roasted marshmallow, and began working on a marshmallow for a s'more. "What we want to do after high school?" He looked to his marshmallow, letting one or two others say what they want to do so he could think. "I might try to be a lawyer or something..." He pulled his marshmallow out of the fire, carefully putting it onto a graham cracker along with a bit of chocolate and another graham cracker.

Ryan began eating his s'more and glanced around at them. "Maybe a firefighter..." He said mostly to himself and glanced at the fire for a moment. As the moment of of fire-watching passed, he glanced to the sky. I don't really even know if I want to think about the future right now... Right now... All that really matters is right now until we go home. When we're out here, everything is about making the most of life that we can while we're out here. He jumped slightly as the last bit of the marshmallow and chocolate in his s'more fell out of the cracker. He frowned for a moment before just smiling and drooping his head in defeat a bit. He then finished the graham crackers and looked down at the marshmallow/chocolate combo on his pants. I guess I'll change by tomorrow... He stood up, going to grab a napkin and cleaning himself off as best he could before returning and sitting down.

Cassandra was silent for what probably seemed like a long time. While she enjoyed music, the famous side of it wasn't anything to her. She didn't want the whole world, didn't want to have any guy or girl. She wanted special. And what was the point of being able to jump all over the place in a jet? She liked to work for things.

There was something she wanted to be, from the moment she was pulled out the wreck. "i want to be a police officer. Or rather, a criminologist. A crime scene tech. Well, that's one of two things I want to be. I also want to work with animals" She said, grabbing a couple of marshmellows and skewering them on a stick, to cook them over a fire, looking over at Krista.

"I think you'd be a good artist"

''That would be a great thing, if he doesn't mind cooking for three'' she said with a smile. ''Can we take your car? Mine is packed with boxes as you can see'' she said with a soft giggle. She nodded. ''yes, she was such a cute baby, did she already rebel a bit as a teenager ?'' Vanesssa asked with curiosity.

She walked to the door of her house and locked it just in case and then returned to Sarah in matter of half a minute. She had grabbed her leather jacket before locking the door so she knew for sure that she wouldn't get cold when she would return to her own house. ''Hey, I thought about going with your car but I think its better that I follow you with mine so I can drive back after dinner without giving you the trouble of bringing me home'' she said with a smile.

"Well finally someone takes up the offer." Kaden said after Riley took her swig of whisky. "You can thank me later, Ryan." He teased. Putting the bottle to his lips and taking an impressive gulp of alcohol down into his body. Not even a cringe. The benefits of being around the hard stuff so often. Though sometimes he feared he was becoming a copy of his own father. Kaden took some steps and made a s'more by the fire. After the first bite, he noticed just the slightest hint of something. Immediately his eyes darted to find that sneaky son of a… David. Grinning wide as he watched him offer Matt drinks as Matt was downing his rum. Kaden spoke up loud. "That's right. Think you can handle it Matty boy?"

He took another bite of the s'more and listened to the conversation between Krista, Ryan, Riley, and Cassandra. Cass really had a beautiful voice. "A criminologist? I don't know if I can even spell that. Singing career sounds more fun. The fame doesn't even matter. Traveling from one city to the next. New sights, new experiences. Boston one day. LA the next. Maybe Europe, Asia. Who knows. And what's with this planning out of what we wanna' do in the future? I'd rather just pick a spot on the map and go. Get away from this town for good and just roll." Another swig of whisky.

Rhea sat silently beside the fire. She took a small swig of the whiskey Kaden offered, and it made her stomach warm. She cringed slightly, and her face became flushed. She had never been a heavy drinker, at parties she would take small sips of the weakest drink there, but other than that she tried to keep clean. She knew that if she didn't, she would probably make a bad decision. Rhea sighed, looking between all the others. She didn't want to size them up, but she found herself judging all of her friends as her gaze passed them by. "So, guys. What's next on our agenda?" She laid on her back, her legs uncrossed and her mind wandering. She covered herself with her hands closed her eyes. She really wasn't feeling it today, for some reason. Maybe because everyone had gotten together with their flings and she was sort of left out. Was it because of her nonexistent modesty? Or was it because no one liked her that way? She had no idea, and she wasn't sure she wanted to know.