Chapter 15

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The name of our camp grounds has slipped my mind but I know where it is. I have camped there since I was 10. "How long is the drive to the camp site?" steve asked. "About an hour and a half maybe 2." I glance over to see him nod. I reached over to the radio and turned on the radio to one of my favorite classic rock stations. It was so adorable the way Steve reacted to each song, especially the ones by metallica.

About a half hour into the drive I rolled down my window to take in the beautiful smell of the out doors. Steve had started to tap his foot to the music a few songs ago, it made me smile to see him getting used to modern music. 

We are now about ten minutes away from the camp site. Almost the whole ride had been filled with meaningless chatter and classic rock, but now a comfortable silence sat between us. Steve had a note book out, it pencil scribbled onto the page in careful motions. He was almost in a trance like if I were to flick him he wouldn't know. "Steve." I said breaking our silence. "Yes?" he replied not taking his eyes off his notebook. "These people don't know that you're Captain America. You are goimg to have to try ro blend in and act normal. They would freak out if they knew who you really are. Especially my friend Katie, you have been her favorite hero since she was like 8." he finally looked up at me and laughed.

"I think I can handle it." I turned to him and smiled before looking back to the road. I turned into our camp, driving down a steep hill and going through twist amd turns before pulling into the camp marked  'camp site 1'. u turned off the engine and turned to look at Steve.

"Ready?"

"Ready." I opened the door and hopped to the ground. Before I even closed my door I was almost tackled to the ground.We bother laughed and I hugged my best friend back.

"I've missed you so much." I say as I pull away to see her goofy smile.

"Ive missed you too! You really need to visit more." i smiled.

"I wish." I saw Steve walking around the car. He stopped right next to me and I looked up at him. "Katie this is my boyfriend Steve, Steve this is my best friend Katie." Steve reached out to shake her hand. He awkwardly accepted, she has never been good with introductions.Steve grabbed our bags amd carried them up. Katie and her uncle, aunt, and two cousins were the only ones to arrive so far. Steve and I picked out the perfect spot for our tent and worked together to quickly get it set up. When we finally finished and went down to the over hang tons of my friends had arrived. I ran around hugging people saying I missed them and introducing them to Steve. The people consisted of Katies family and their friend who live in a coldisac near them. Mist of them were shocked I had a boyfriend but polite either way. Almost all of the women were practically drooling over Steve but I would always make it clear he was mine.

We had only been here 20 minutes when a hot rod red farari pulled down the road that entered our camp site. I didn't even need to look twice to know who it was. My emotions battled for power not knowing if I should be happy or nervous. Every single peraon in the camp suddenly turned to dee the car driving down the hill. Everyone stood smile with happy chatter erupting. They knew who it was, I knew who it was. It is my dad. Every inch he drew closer the happier my expression became, but with the bigger my smile got so did my uneasiness. He pulled into a parking space next to where the truck I came in, was parked. He got out and hugged a few people who had rushed up to him, but his eyes quickly searched for a single person, me. Almost immediately our eyes locked. His lips jerked up into his infamous smirk. As he walked to me you could almost see the swagger dripping off of him. His shades, his outfit, his smirk, and just the way he walked made every girl here almost faint. I sighed. Yep good to see my dad again. He didn't stop in front of me but walked straight into me crushing me in a bear hug. I lazily drapped my arms around him returning his loving gesture.

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