After his disasterous attempts at asking Charlie out at the camp party, Jack Daniels decided upon a different approach. This time he had picked some flowers and was holding them behind his back as he wandered around the camp looking for Charlie, of course he had asked a few people if they knew where she was, but the majority of them had told him that they didn't know. Although there was one camper who did know. "Last time I saw her she was heading in a that-a-way direction." He pointed towards the haunted cemetary and Jack felt himself going pale. Quickly he thanked the kid and continued on his way, coming across yet another camper who seemed to be in an awful hurry. He crashed right into Jack and sat on the floor bewildered while Jack tried to regain his balance without toppling over.

"Woah, woah, woah, slow down kid." Jack blurted out, looking down to the kid that had knocked himself down. He put out his hand to help the kid up and once he was up Jack looked him up and down. "Where you going in such a rush?" He asked. The boy looked sullenly at Jack. "Hidin' from someone." Jack looked at him quizzically. Right. He didn't believe the boy. "Have you seen Charlie around?" The boy nodded and pointed to the haunted cemetery before bouncing off away from Jack. Now it was just him and the haunted cemetery. Prehaps it was someone's idea of a joke, he wasn't sure, but he would soon find out. Slowly but surely he was making his way to the haunted cememtery, already he could feel his heart beat race a little more as he neared it. Pretty soon he was right on top of the cemetery and already wished the he could go back.

With a gulp, Jack reached the fence and clambered over it, he was on a mission to find the girl he loved and would try to not let anything get in his way of finding it. Not even a haunted cemetery. Moving in closer he looked around, so far he couldn't see anything over than headstones and big concrete slabs. He couldn't even see anyone. "It has to be a joke, yeah a joke." he told himself mildly, spinning round in a circle. As he spun Jack caught sight of something blonde which made him stop. Oh god. He thought, dropping the flowers and running over to the blonde thing he had seen. Getting closer he realised that it was Charlie and he began to have a panic attack. She was lying on the floor bleeding slightly and no-one had noticed. All he could think about was getting her to wake up. He skidded to a stop next to her, scrazing his knees, but not caring.

He took her head in his hands and shifted the both of them so that her head was now in his lap and he was cradling her. "Come on Charlie, wake up." he urged her, brushing a strand of her blonde hair back behind her ear and looking down at her face. Lord she was beautiful. His breath hitched in his throat as he looked down at her. "Please." he whispered moving his head down towards her a little more. He really didn't know what to do in these kinds of sitautions and again felt himself to be on the verge of another panic attack. But he had to stay strong for Charlie, he had to make sure that she was okay. For a moment he leant his head back and closed his eyes, then put it forward again and kissed the top of her head. He needed her to wake up and he needed for her to be a-okay. Or as a-okay as she could be since she was bleeding. "Charlie." He whispered.