A/N: Mariann really wanted me to start writing this ever since I told her the idea. In this cghapter, no one is singing, the music is kind of in the background, but in later chapters, they sing. Enjoy it! Read and review!
Dedicated to Eddie OoOoO-I LOVE YOU!-OoOoO
"Sammikins!" Mrs. Manson's voice rang through the long hallway all the way down to Sam's bedroom at the end.
"Ugh…" Sam mumbled through hair and her drool covered pillow.
Mrs. Manson came into the room and tut tutted as she picked up clothes from the floor.
"Come on, Sammy, or you'll miss your bus," she said as she opened the window curtains.
"It's the summer; there is no school," Sam hissed.
"Not school, silly," Mrs. Manson laughed, "your going to summer camp."
"WHAT!?" Sam bolted up from her bed. She was immediately awake; had her mom just said she was going to summer camp?
525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year?
Light poured into Danny's room and the alarm clock blared 7:30. Today was the day that he was going to camp for 2 months. Yes! No Jazz harassing him about ghost fighting. No parents telling him what to do. Just lazy days, swim suits, hiking, fishing, and friends for 62 days!
After he finished shoving things in a bag, and he ran downstairs and downed a cup of coffee. Jazz came in the room with Danny's bag.
"I refolded your clothes for you," she said and set down bag in front of him.
"Why?" Danny asked.
"Because you bag was a mess. You need to be more organized." Jazz was saying when Danny butted in.
"I sense a long boring speech that is going to end up going in one ear and out the other." Danny said as he backed out of the room, grabbing the phone and his bag and escaping into his room to talk to Sam and Tucker.
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?
The phone rang and Tucker fell off his bed.
"Hello?" he said in a drowsy voice.
"Tucker. It's Danny. Are you ready for camp?" Danny voice was awake and vivid on the other end of the line.
"No, not yet," Tucker said, getting up off the floor.
"Well, you better hurry up. The bus comes in an hour." Tucker heard a click and knew that Danny had hung up.
Moaning and groaning in protest, Tucker started packing for the next two fun-filled months of sleep-away camp.
How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of love.
525,600 minutes! 525,000 journeys to plan. 525,600 minutes - how can you measure the life of a woman or man?
"Hey Sam." Danny said cheerily, "you ready?"
"I can't hang this summer Danny," my mom signed me up for a two month camp all the way in Zarfeild." Sam mumbled.
"That's what I mean," Danny continued, "me and Tucker are going too."
"Really!" Sam's summer just brightened. A whole two months with Danny and Tucker! No parents! This was going to be awesome.
"Yea," Danny said, "the bus comes at 9:00. See you then."
With that, they both hung up.
In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or the way that she died.
Sam was sitting on her bed smiling. She still hadn't packed yet and the bus was due to come in less then an hour. She still couldn't get over her fortune. It would just be her, Danny and Tucker (plus a hundred or so kids she didn't care about) all summer! She wondered if her mom knew it was a girl's AND boy's camp. If she had known, she would have never signed Sam up for it. She must know.
Sighing, Sam decided that she had procrastinated enough and started packing.
It's time now to sing out, though the story never ends let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends. Remember the love! Remember the love! Remember the love!
Danny waited by his front door for the bus. He was so excited to get out of his house for two months; it didn't matter if they were taking him to a prison camp. He thought once again of himself, Sam, and Tucker at camp. His mind lingered on Sam and he was swept into one of many daydreams about him and Sam being together and dating. This was going to be great!
Measure in love. Seasons of love! Seasons of love.