Evidently a day relaxing in New York City wasn’t enough for my team. They wanted a night off, too, and I have to admit, I needed it as much as anyone. So we’ve been sitting around our campsite playing cards and doing impressions of one another.

“Okay, who am I?” Ratchet said, flopping his hair in front of his eyes, frowning, and miming texting with his thumbs.

“FANG!” everyone else shouted instantly.

“Ha-ha. That’s hilarious,” I said, getting up from my seat next to Maya. “I’m gonna go take a walk down the beach.”

Did I mention that we’re camping on a beach? It’s fantastic. What’s even more fantastic is hearing this:

“Fang… you want some company?”

“Sure,” I said with a shrug.

We didn’t talk much. Maya always seems to know when I just want to be quiet and think. Or not think.

“Fang?” she finally said, wading into the water up to her ankles. “You’re doing a great job. I know you think we’ve done nothing, but at least we’re trying. And you’re making that happen.”

See? How did she know that’s exactly what I was thinking about? Only Max used to know me that well.

“Thanks, Maya. I wish the rest of the team was that confident about all this.”

“The rest of the team doesn’t like you as much as I do,” she said. And before I could say anything, she launched a huge splash of water into my face.

I grinned. This meant war. And even though I wasn’t sure of anything else anymore, I was almost positive I could win this.

Who’s the biggest cheerleader in your life?