Never stop dreaming

CHAPTER 5

NATE SOFTLY STRUMS HIS GUITAR THAT WAS ON HIS LAP AS JASON PLAYS ON HIS PHONE. The birds sing so fly in the distance as the enjoy the warm air of summer. The peaceful atmosphere was broken when Nate's phone began to ring. Hitting the green button on the screen, Nate places the phone on the table between him and his eldest brother.

"Hello?" Shane Gray's voice blasts from the phone speakers.

"Hey, buddy, how's my birdhouse coming?" Jason greets causing Nate to look at him.

"Jason!"

"Sorry." Jason shrugs, "It's not my fault you didn't ask him to make you anything."

"I didn't want anything." Nate argues. Shane sighs as he hears his two brothers begin to argue.

"Well, I wanted a birdhouse! So what?"

"And what do you need a birdhouse for?"

"Because I wanted to see more birds in..."

"Guys." Shane calls causing the argument to cease. "Guys."

"Sorry." The two muttered.

Shane just shakes his head as he walks around the Camp, "Listen. About me recording with a camper."

Nat shakes his head in disagreement. "You gotta do it, man. No go-backs."

"Yeah." Jason chimes in. "No go-backs."

"It's, like, the Golden Rule."

Jason shakes his head, disagreeing. "No, dude, the Golden Rule is 'Tell the truth.'"

"Dude, then it can be, like, the Silver Rule." Nate argues again causing Shane to sigh.

"Why is it the Silver Rule?"

"Okay, fine, the Copper Rule."

"The Copper Rule?"

"Well, give me tin at least."

"Guys." Shane calls out again causing the two to sigh.

"Sorry."

"Sorry."

"Listen. I've been thinking about the whole recording thing, and I think it's really cool." Shane continues causing his brothers to exchange confused looks.

"Are you getting too much sun?" Nate asks.

"'Cause we can bring you a hat when we come to visit." Jason comments as he launches a bird toward the pigs on his phone.

"I'm fine." Shane says as he scans the camping ground. "And remember, whoever wins, no go-backs. See you guys Saturday."

They hear the dial tone as Shane hangs up. Nate looks over at his brother before saying. "You think he hit his head?"

Jason just shrugs as he launches another bird. Nate looks down at the guitar in his hand as he strums softly, thinking of the blonde girl he saw when they dropped Shane off. He hopes he'll see her, actually speak to her when they visit.