Hi everyone!

I'm so so sorry I haven't updated in so long. I had so much homework and exams, I simply couldn't fit in time to write. I've finished my HSC now though, and I'll be updating much more often now :)

Just a quick note about this chapter – here in Australia usually once a year every class goes on a camping trip together, usually a hiking, kayaking or rock-climbing camp in the bush or beach for a few days. Here it's pretty much the norm, but I was talking to an American friend of mine who said they never did anything like that during high school. So I thought I'd just let you know just in case you thought it was a bit weird!

Thank you for reading/alerting/favouriting/reviewing to everyone over the past couple of months. It's been great coming back to FF and seeing that people are still reading and enjoying this :)

Here's Things that Go "Argh" in the Night :) Hope you enjoy it!

"Are we there yet?"

"Quit it, Oily!"

"Oh, shut up, all of you!"

Ugh. Stupid camping trips. Why we have to walk around the mountains for days and days with our stupid, indoors-minded classmates was beyond me. I normally like the outdoors, but when the boys start laughing at the animals and the girls start crying about their broken nails, I feel like aiming my bow and arrow at their heads.

The worst part of it all? I have to share a tent with Oily Sae. The bitchiest, most Barbie-like of all the girls in my class. She had a fight with her best friend Euralie Donner, so she has to bunk with me, a decision that both of us are regretting.

We finally make it back to base camp for the night. I sit outside by the fire for a while and then decide to go the tent and go to bed. I walk in the tent, but when I do, I take one look at the scene and regret the decision immediately.

"Oily! Seriously, some things you can't un-see!"

Oily is lying down on her sleeping bag, wearing nothing but a candy-strung g-string.

"Calm down, Katniss," she says, still lying serenely with her eyes shut, "it's for Cray. We're having a screw tonight."

"Are you, now? Well, thanks for letting me know," I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You're welcome. Now, if I were you, I'd get out of here before he arrives. Unless you want to turn it into a ménage à trois."

Ugh.

I walk back out to the campfire. Everyone else has gone back to their tents, except for Peeta. He's still sitting by the fire, toasting a piece of bread.

"I thought you'd gone to bed," he says as I sit down next to him.

"Don't even ask," I say. He shrugs.

"So, what's new?"

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Excuse me?"

Oh crap. Why do I keep forgetting sleep has two meanings? Stupid Katniss.

"Not like that! It's just I'm tired, and there's no way I'm going back to my tent."

Peeta shrugs.

"Sure, why not."

So we go to his tent, but I realise there's only one sleeping bag. And it's freezing cold.

Peeta crawls into his sleeping bag.

"So, how are we gonna do this?" I ask.

"Oh stop being such a baby, Katniss. Get in," he says, patting the very small amount of empty space in the sleeping bag.

"No way!" I say.

"Fine, have it your way. Have a fun night freezing to death," he says.

I glare at him, and realise there's no other option. I tell him to shove over, and I crawl in next to him.

We are close. We are very close. And I can't help noticing how strong his arms are, how calming his breathing is. This is going to be harder than I thought.

"ARRRRGH!"

I'm broken out of my thoughts with a terrifying jolt. We hear lots of rushing around and people shouting. I try and get out of the sleeping bag, but the zip is stuck. Oh crap.

"Get it off!" I say to Peeta, "Do it quickly!"

"I can't, it's too hard," he replies.

"Well then push!"

"I can't, it's stuck!"

The tent flap bursts open, and Gale storms in.

"What the hell is this?"

"Oh good, Gale, you're here. Can you get me out of here, we're stuck!"

"What, first Oily and now you? Seriously, Katniss, I'd never have thought you'd do something like this. Well, I guess I was wrong."

"What are you talking about, Gale? Can you please just get me out of here?"

Then Madge walks in.

"Katniss, you won't believe what just happened! Oily was caught –"

"Don't tell me, Madge. I really don't want to know."

"Seriously? It's good, Katniss, I promise."

"Please can you just help me? Peeta and I are stuck."

"How are you stuck, Katniss?"

"We're stuck inside this damn sleeping bag. It's too hard to pull out."

"You mean you're stuck as in stuck? Oh gosh, Katniss, this is much more exciting than Oily! How did it even happen?"

"The zip must have broken."

"What do you mean the zip? What's that got to do with anything?"

Now I'm confused. But before I can ask, Euralie rushes in.

"Katniss! Get up, Mr Sae wants you back in your tent. I can't believe what happened with Oily. She's so embarrassed!"

"I can't, we're stuck!"

Euralie bursts into fits of laughter.

"Oh, this is good! I thought Oily was funny, but this is so much better!"

She turns towards Oily's tent and yells, "Mr Sae! Come quick!"

Mr Sae arrives and takes one look at us and looks like he's going to faint. I know we're technically not supposed to share a tent with the opposite sex, but honestly, what's so bad about it? It's not like Peeta and I were having sex or anything like Oily was. We were just sleeping together.

Oh. Oh. OH!

"Katniss Everdeen. Peeta Mellark. I cannot believe this. In all my thirty years of teaching, I have not seen such behaviour. First I find my own daughter in an unsavorily passionate embrace with a young lad, and now my two best students are sneaking around defiling one another! Detention, for a year!"

And he simply falls down and faints.

Oh crap. How had this even happened? By now the whole class was gathered around giggling and taking pictures. And now Oily Sae has arrived.

"I misjudged you, Everdeen," she says, "I'm proud of you. Welcome to the club."

And she tosses me a candy thong.

I am beyond mortified.

Peeta picks the thong up and I feel his lips on my ear.

"Next time, please wear this. If we're going to get punished for having sex then we might as well make sure it wasn't for nothing."

I looked at his face and saw he was winking.

Oh god, oh god, oh GOD!

And that's all I remember. I blacked out after that.

I never did recover fully from that camping trip. But I learned my lesson. Never again will I share a sleeping bag with a boy. And never, ever will I look at candy the same way again.

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