Wow, so you guys probably hate me right now for not ever finishing this story and I feel so awful about it. I give you full reign to send me hate and all that. It's just been hectic lately and my personal life (i wasn't aware i had one) has gotten busy so I'm just going to bury myself. But I'll try to finish the story before then (but you probably shouldn't believe me because i always say that)

This is kind of random, but I know that the rating is M even though there is no real smutty-smut. I did it mostly for the bad language (I know. I'm that person). But I don't want to give anyone the wrong idea, so I changed it to T. Does it even matter?

As always, no beta because I suck.

The bus ride to the place was long and painful. Every five minutes another kid would make her pull out her cellphone and use the GPS to find out how much time was left. Even Mrs. Mills had started asking how much longer it would be.

Speaking of Mrs. Mills, somehow Emma hadn't gotten to sit with her for the bus ride. She had ended up sitting new to one of the annoying girls in 5th grade. Mrs. Mills sat 3 rows behind Emma and the father who was going to chaperone the boys was sitting in the seats next to her. Emma knew she shouldn't be jealous; they were both married, but it didn't stop her from trying to jump into the conversations. She used her superior knowledge of Mrs. Mills, basically saying, Back off, she's mine.

When they finally arrived, everyone put their bags into their respective cabins and met up at the dining area, where they had lunch. Afterwards, the lady in charge took them outside to do some team working exercises. First, she had everyone pick a partner and come up with a unique codeword that they would be able to say to find each other. For instance, one kid would say "banana" and their partner would say "split".

Emma had walked up to Mrs. Mills, "You and I should be partners." We're already married, she thought. Ever since Friday Night Live, she had been referring to Mrs. Mills as her wife. Not necessarily to her face, though.

Mrs. Mills rolled her eyes, "Oh, whatever."

"I don't think I like your attitude," but Emma let it go. The class was moving on to an obstacle course area. As they were walking, the lady in charge, Ashley, had told them to call out for their partner. Actually, yell the words. Emma hung behind the group, walking on Mrs. Mills' left.

"Our word could be plaid shirt," Mrs. Mills was grinning.

"What?" Emma had no idea what was going on.

Mrs. Mills pointed to Emma's shirt. It was a plaid button up, or flannel, or whatever people called it these days.

It was Emma's turn to roll her eyes, "Whatever. I'm not even planning to leave your side, so we wouldn't need code words. I will always find you. Especially since I'm the tallest one here. I'll just look over everyone's heads." In retrospect, Emma probably should've asked if that meant they were partners.

Mrs. Mills was extremely paranoid about everyone being clean. There were three shower rooms in the cabin and she said each girls only had 15 minutes to shower and let the next person go. Emma decided Mrs. Mills was a hypocrite because she had taken at least 30 minutes, not that Emma was going to be the one to point it out. Especially when Mrs. Mills came out wearing a blue, silky nightgown. It took most of Emma's energy to keep from staring. Mrs. Mills made sure everyone had lights out by 10 p.m.

Emma had gotten almost no sleep since the bunk beds were extremely uncomfortable. Not to mention she kept glancing over to where Mrs. Mills was sleeping. She ran several scenarios through her head, most of which included them spooning in one bed, even though the bunk was hardly big enough for one person, much less the two of them.

Emma ended up rolling out of the "bed", if you would even call it that, an hour before anyone else was awake. She changed, brushed her teeth, and finished getting ready for the day when a couple of the students woke up. Emma took charge, as usual, until Mrs. Mills woke up. She whispered to them to change and by the time Mrs. Mills woke up, five or six of the kids were already up.

Emma was playing cards with the kids who had already changed for the day, when one girl noticed Mrs. Mills sitting up. "The teacher is up," the girl told Emma.

Emma misheard her and thought she said demon instead of teacher. "Did you just say the demon is up?" Emma was trying to laugh quietly, and she couldn't stop until there were tears and her sides started hurting her. The other girls were giving her a weird look. Mrs. Mills eventually got up and changed while Emma sat with the students.

The day consisted of a bus trip to the museum of natural history about 10 minutes away from the camp, where they had seen some pretty cool things like the bones of a mammoth that went nearly to the ceiling. They also were able to go into the butterfly exhibit for a while.

When they returned to the camp, the lady in charge took them around camp for activities. They got to try archery and Emma was one of the two people to actually hit the target. The other girl had taken archery classes before, so really Emma was the only one with talent, or that's what she wanted to tell herself.

After that, they were able to go in the pool for an hour. Emma guessed it was too much to hope for to see Mrs. Mills in a swimsuit, preferably a bikini. When she had asked if Mrs. Mills was going to go in, the woman had used the excuse that she had to watch the children. Emma had sat by her side until everyone was pressuring her to go in the water. She finally gave in and went to the diving board. Then, her competitive side kicked in. She was willing to bet that Mrs. Mills was watching her, though Emma was too nervous to actually look across the swimming pool. When she was a kid, she had taken swimming lessons and when she was about 9 or 10, she and a friend had done a few weeks of junior lifeguard over the summer. Not only did she learn things like CPR, but she had become an excellent swimmer. Her problem now was diving. Emma was very far from the most graceful creature on the planet, but she figured if she could do a backflip (which she has done many times before) she could sure as hell do a dive.

Emma wouldn't say it was a bad dive. In fact, she thought she did a pretty good job. When she got below the water, she flipped so that her feet would touch the floor instead of her hands. She pushed off the ground and swam underwater across the pool until she reached Mrs. Mills, who was sitting on the edge with her feet in the pool. Emma popped out of the water, grabbing onto Mrs. Mills legs. I must have a death wish, but Mrs. Mills only laughed.

"My legs are hairy right now. I swear, my hair grows so fast!" Emma gave her a weird look.

'Because I really needed to know that." Not that she cared. She was touching Mrs. Mills' legs. They were some pretty amazing legs, if Emma did say so herself.

It was then that they was graced with the presence of someone else. She rolled her eyes as one of the girls started splashing water on top of her head, making her hair go in her face. Emma let go of Mrs. Mills' legs and fell underwater, putting her hair back in place. Not that the kid was going to stop splashing her. Emma patiently sat in the pool with her head resting on her arms next to Mrs. Mills. Mrs. Mills seemed very amused by it all. They were soon called out of the pool and went to do other activities around the camp before dinner.

Eating was a complicated affair. There were 3 long tables in the room. The boys sat at one, the girls at the other, and the last table was just Mrs. Mills, the chaperone for the boys, and the lady in charge of the activities. Emma wanted to sit with Mrs. Mills, even just to keep other people from sitting next to her. That's my spot. I should be by her side, but Emma couldn't do anything about that. Some of the students always made her sit with them.

After dinner, they sat outside by the basketball court and picnic tables, waiting for the bonfire to be set up so they could roast marshmallows. A few girls found hula hoops and decided to have a competition. Mrs. Mills started bragging about how good she used to be, so she took a hula hoop and tried it. She got really into it. Holy shit, Emma's brain turned to mush staring at Mrs. Mills, who really knew how to move her hips. Emma was torn between staring at Mrs. Mills and wanting to hide her from everyone else. A few minutes later, Mrs. Mills finally gave up on the hula hoop and sat back down at one of the picnic tables, talking to some of the students that had gathered there.

Emma took the spot on the bench next to Mrs. Mills, but ended up facing her back since Mrs. Mills had turned her body to the left. Emma straddled the bench, putting one leg on each side, and leaned forward so that Mrs. Mills was practically between her thighs. But not close enough to touch. Emma rested her elbow on the table and just watched Mrs. Mills as she conversed with the students. Emma was attempting telepathy, Move back just a little bit so you're on my lap! But it didn't work. Figures.

Ugh, these fucking kids, Emma cursed to herself as she climbed up to the top bunk bed where one of the girls refused to get down. She was apparently afraid of heights.

"How the hell did you even get up here then?" Emma grumbled as she situated herself on the bunk, next to the girl who was curled int he fetal position in the corner. Mrs. Mills was in the shower so it was Emma's turn to be responsible. Who knows. Maybe saving the day will impress her, Emma mused.

She looked at the girl, "Hey. Hey, look at me, not the group okay? I can carry you down if you like. I'm pretty strong." The girls shook her head. "Alright. Then talk to me, just don't look down. Why don't you tell me about your new hamster?" The girl had been excited about her new pet and hadn't stopped bragging about it the entire week.

It took Emma almost 10 minutes to get the girl down from the bunk. She had gently coaxed her to sit up and then lifted the girl from the bed to the floor. The girl kissed the floor and curled up in a ball. "Oh, come on! Get up in your bunk!" Emma nudged her with her toe.

Mrs. Mills chose that moment to walk out of the bathroom. "What happened to her?" A few other girls who were laughing next to her told her what happened. "Oh," was all she said before going over to her bunk.

Oh? That's it? I don't even get a thank you? I practically saved the day! Emma didn't say anything. I'll just be the silent savior. She huffed over to her bunk and took out her phone, playing games until Mrs. Mills called lights out.

Friday came and it was bittersweet for Emma. Sure, she would get to sleep in her own bed that night, but she wasn't going to spend every second of the day with Mrs. Mills. The bus wasn't picking everyone up until noon, so the group went over to the rock climbing wall. Each student got to climb up the rope wall and at the top there was a zip line connected that they took back to the ground.

One of the students asked Emma to hold his money and mood ring while he climbed. Emma looked between the ring and Mrs. Mills a couple of times before deciding. Grinning, Emma knelt on one knee, "Miss Mills?" Emma called innocently. Mrs. Mills turned and saw Emma kneeling on the ground, "Will you marry me?" Emma still had a cheeky grin on her face.

Mrs. Mills rolled her eyes and pushed Emma over, "Whatever, Emma." A few other kids were laughing on the side and Emma glared at them as she rose from the ground.

"So is that a yes, or…?" she prodded, standing next to Mrs. Mills again. Before Mrs. Mills could respond, the last person had finished on the rock climbing wall. One of the students gave Emma a pat on the back as Mrs. Mills walked to the camp leader. Emma have him a stern look, "Hey, she never said no."

Before she knew it, the bus arrived and it was time to go back into the real world. Beggars can't be choosers I guess, Emma sighed to herself and tried to shut out all the kids trying to talk over each other.

So what happened was I wrote this chapter a long ass time ago but deleted it about 20 times because I thought it was absolute shit. But I was going through some old reviews and felt really bad for never finishing so I'm going to start this up again and really try to finish it this time. Probably.