Running away from those killer demons or whatever is a real bitch. But I have my best friend. And that's all that matters. She's so pretty, and I know I have a crush on her. But I don't know if she feels the same, and I'm too scared to ask.

Now we're in a motorboat, driving under the stars to my parents old cabin. Her eyes shimmer like glitter when she looks up and the stars reflect in her eyes. It's almost heavenly.

"So. How was your camping trip last week?"

I ask, wanting to talk.