Free Over & Out by Melissa J. Morgan Page A

forget.”
    â€œOkay, no cast pictures in the paper,” Adam said. “But you have to do something for me, too.” He suddenly went from looking like his normal, stinky, teasing, brotherly self to looking shy.
    â€œI can’t believe it!” Jenna laughed. “Are you actually blushing? What could you need that makes you look that ridiculous?”
    Adam turned even redder. He reached into his camera bag and pulled out a yellow envelope. “Look, this is totally not a big deal, but . . . would you give this to Alex? Next time you see her, I mean?” He stared at the ground. “It’s a photo I took of her on the soccer field. It’s going to be in the last camp paper. But I thought she might like a copy, too.”
    Jenna groaned inwardly. A photo was like Adam’s version of a love letter . . . gross! And now he wanted her to deliver it? Had she suddenly grown wings and a bow and arrow? Playing cupid to her brother and one of her best friends . . . this was getting way too weird. But then she looked at her brother, who was still blushing furiously. How could she say no?
    Jenna peeked into the envelope. There was Alex, running full force with the ball speeding along in front of her, her short hair fluttering behind her, a huge smile on her face. The photo captured exactly how Alex looked on the soccer field, and you could see from her face how much she enjoyed it.
    â€œThis is good, Adam,” Jenna said softly. “Really good.”
    â€œYeah, well, will you give it to her?” Adam said.
    â€œSure.” Jenna nodded. “She’ll love it.” She didn’t want to tell Adam that things had been a little awkward between her and Alex lately. Maybe she’d feel better about things tomorrow, and she’d give her the photo then.
    â€œThanks, sis,” Adam said.
    As they walked out of the mess hall together, Jenna thought about the photo with a tiny pang of sadness. If she hadn’t broken her leg, that happy smile would have been on her own face, too, as she kicked the soccer ball straight into the goal.

    Jenna had just slid the photo into her cubby hole and grabbed her pj’s to get ready for bed when she heard the bunk door slam. She looked up to see Alex standing in front of her, wearing a very strange tie-dyed T-shirt two sizes too big for her small frame and holding a bundle of clothes in her arms.
    â€œAll right, Miss Jokester,” Alex said with an exasperated expression that seemed to be debating between laughing and frowning. “This is all very funny. I don’t even know how you pulled it off with your leg. But where are they?”
    â€œWhat?” Jenna asked blankly.
    â€œMy clothes!” Alex blurted out. “They’re all gone. They disappeared from my cubby and were replaced with these.” She held up the bundle of clothes. “Guy’s clothes. Whose . . . I don’t know.”
    â€œI didn’t do anything with your clothes,” Jenna said. “Honest.” She looked at the clothes in Alex’s arms. “Wait a minute . . . those look like—”
    Adam’s clothes, she was about to finish just as Adam himself walked into the bunk, wearing one of Kenny’s counselor T-shirts and a very baggy pair of shorts.
    â€œJenna, what did you do with my clothes?” Adam started, then froze when he saw Alex. Adam looked from the bundle of clothes he had in his arms to the bundle Alex had in hers.
    â€œMy clothes!” they both said at the same time. Then they took turns blushing and mumbling awkward apologies as they switched all of their clothes.
    â€œI’m sorry, guys,” Jenna said. “But I didn’t have anything to do with this. Really.”
    â€œYeah, sure,” Adam said. “I know one of your pranks when I see it. And I also know that you’ve got way too much free time on your hands now that you can’t play soccer. Funny coincidence, isn’t it?