Chapter 1- The Cottage

Summary: Sometimes everyone needs a break, so the gang heads up to the cottage. My first chaptered fic, please go easy!

Disclaimer: Don't own them, I have a Cam action figure and a Hunter action figure, but that's about it. It's safe to say, I probably will never own them…too bad.

Cam stared out the window, watching as the countryside flew by. As soon as anything of interest would appear, they would pass it by. To be frank, he was bored out of his mind.

The six of them were packed into Tori's van along with more luggage then they would ever need. Apparently, you really couldn't be too prepared, even if he did doubt that Tori needed her surf board for a lake. He still couldn't believe that he had agreed to this trip.

Dustin was talking with Shane, in the seat's in front of him. Apparently Shane was quizzing Dustin on what his uncles cottage was like. Dustin refused to tell him anything.

Tori and Blake were up front, Blake helping with the directions, and Tori driving. They had been ignoring everyone for the past half an hour after the argument over what music to play. They finally decided on the radio.

It was moments like this that Cam really missed his laptop. The others had figured out he was trying to bring it, and Hunter had ended up dragging him out to the van, while the others hid it.

Speaking of Hunter, Cam glanced over at the blond sitting on the seat next to him, flipping absently through a Motocross magazine. He didn't actually look like he was paying any attention to the magazine itself.

Hunter looked up, raising an eyebrow at Cam. Cam just shrugged and went back to starring out the window. Hunter. He really couldn't understand him. A lot of the time he was dark and broody, sarcastic and really annoying. Or at least to Cam he was, but then there were those moments where he was kind and sweet, thoughtful, surprising and possibly the only one that really understood him, and that was including his father. He glanced back over at the other man, watching him pretend to read one of the articles. Hunter was Hunter. He could be moody and a jerk but he could be charming, funny and fun to be around. Not to mention his good looks. Yup, Cam was so far gone on Hunter, it wasn't funny.

He turned back to the window, so his staring wouldn't be too obvious. Hunter didn't have a clue about how he felt and he really wanted to keep it that way. Tori knew though. That part was obvious. She tended to choose the most inconvenient times to bring it up, or talk to him about it. Although, he didn't mind too, too much. But he wouldn't be admitting that anytime soon.

He leaned to the side, which just happened to be towards Hunter, to read the clock on the dashboard. 1:16 pm. They had another 3 hours until they got to the cottage, and he was bored. He could always talk to Hunter for a bit, but he really couldn't think of anything he wanted to talk about with him, so that left staring out the window, reading a moto cross magazine and sleeping.

Sleep sounded really good at the moment, so he slid forwards in the seat, leaning his head back against the head rest. Not completely comfortable but it would have to do. He wasn't about to ask Hunter if he could borrow his shoulder as a pillow. He closed his eyes, trying to empty his mind so he could sleep. It was kind of cold, Tori chose to have the A/C cranked up all the way, so when a warmth seemed to engulf him, he was slightly confused. He opened one eye to see a crimson blanket wrapped around him. Hunter was still staring at the moto article, but he seemed to be smiling slightly. Strange, but welcomed. He closed his eyes and settled down, tugging the blanket closer.