Most people would find it strange to read a story coming from two fourteen year olds, yet we have lived through more than what most fourteen year olds have lived through. I had a feeling the trip my Uncle Ben had invited me on was going to go badly from the moment he mentioned the name "Eric Kirby". No, I never hated Eric or anything like that, but I definitely was not his biggest fan. I was first informed of this trip as I sat in my backyard reading Dr. Alan Grant's newest book. I was an avid fan of Dr. Grant. It was unusual for a girl like me to be interested in dinosaurs, but I found him amazing. Especially since he had lived through John Hammond's amusement park for cloned dinosaurs on a trip that when horribly awry. The dinosaurs breaking free had made it so that multiple islands had been dominated by these less than harmless creatures. I was both intrigued and frightened by the thought of seeing these dinosaurs with my own eyes, but I figured the farther away the better. As I was saying, I was reading in my backyard when my mother and Uncle Ben came trotting up to the hammock I was sitting in. My mom apparently had been preparing for another date. Her sandy blonde hair was partially up while the other half fell in waves down her back. She'd been battling with herself for over an hour about whether she should where the pink sweater or the white sweater with her white sundress. She had apparently chosen the pink as it was tossed over her shoulder. Her navy blue eyes, the same as mine, were glinting with excitement. Uncle Ben had a broad smile on his face as he and my mother stopped before me. The two siblings looked almost nothing alike as Uncle Ben had short black hair and was quite a few feet taller than my mother. I had actually gotten light brown hair because my father had had dark brown hair and my mother's side had dominantly light hair. Uncle Ben was an exception. I closed my book and looked up at the two of them.

"Should I be afraid that my summer vacation is going to be ruined?" I asked curiously.

The two smiled at me and Uncle Ben ruffled my hair, not that I was much bothered by this action as I was used to it and there weren't any boys around to impress.

"What would you say to going on vacation with me…to Costa Rica?"

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. Every year since my father had died; they had decided that I needed a father figure in my life so Uncle Ben took up the mantle. For the past five years, Uncle Ben and I had been going on vacation together every summer. Typically it was somewhere in the United States and not somewhere that we needed to take a plane to get to. This trip sounded more extravagant than usual. I smirked and narrowed my eyes at my Uncle.

"What's the catch?"

Uncle Ben's smile faltered, letting me know I had hit the nail right on the head.

"I…am going to be taking my girlfriend's son with us."

"I see."

Uncle Ben sat down next to me and put an arm around my shoulders.

"Hey, it'll be fun. He's your age and goes to your school."

I felt the gears of my brain grind to an instant halt. Oh no…not a boy from my class. I had been super excited for this year to be over and to move on to high school where I wouldn't need to see most of the guys in my class again. They were immature and had no appreciation for people who tried to leave them well enough alone. Especially not if that person was a girl. Especially if that girl was me. Bianca Mallon, the favorite person for the boys to pick on all throughout eighth grade. I tried not to show my extreme disappointment on my face as I knew I would go no matter who the boy was. My mom had been banking on me going with Uncle Ben on vacation. She'd made plans with a few guys who she liked and was willing to date and who was I to interrupt that? She'd worked so hard as a single mom to raise me so far, so I felt she deserved some break time.

"He does? What's his name?"

I held my breath as Uncle Ben smiled, knowing I would go from the tone of my voice.

"Eric Kirby. Know him?"

I sighed, only semi-relieved. He wasn't the worst guy. I didn't know him extremely well. He was studious in ways, but he hung out with the creepy jerks and laughed from behind their backs as they taunted me. By himself…I wasn't really sure what to expect. I smiled at my Uncle and gave him a hug.

"Okay, Uncle Ben. When will we be leaving?"

"Tomorrow morning. I'll pick you up before I get Eric, alright?"

I nodded.

This would prove to be interesting at the least.

Author's Note: I finally got up the nerve to write a fanfic about Eric from Jurassic Park 3! Yay! I love Trevor Morgan (feh, what's 5 years?), he's adorable and I may possibly begin writing a fanfic about Nathan Martin from The Patriot just because he plays that character (also one for Thomas Martin played by Gregory Smith). Anyway, this story will be told in both Bianca's POV and Eric's so, please enjoy.