Syverson

Chapter Twenty

Syverson

Until Vix and I got to the campground, I still thought she meant 'glamping' instead of camping. I was surprised when she was so thorough in planning. She had done it plenty of times before and enjoyed it.

I had thought the planning was a way to take her mind off Rob and what had happened. We had gone that night with Softy to the police station, and Vix had given her statement. She didn't want me with her when she did it, so I waited in the truck for her. I didn't know if I felt proud of her or felt left out. Yeah, there was a selfish part of me that wanted her to need me, but I was proud of her in the end.

The next day we visited her work. Vix wanted me to go with her, but she wanted to speak to her boss alone. Her boss, Tom, took it seriously and checked the CCT footage and found the incident. Vix called Softy, and they organised to get some officers to drop by and collect it to add to the application for a restraining order.

With that all done, Vix threw herself into organising our trip. I felt guilty cause I said I would take her away, so I had planned on organising it myself. She insisted, saying she had done it a million times with her friends and knew where she wanted to go. She booked a site, pulled out her camping equipment and borrowed from Jess and Softy equipment for me like a double sleeping bag and a camping chair.

She had everything piled up by the front door, ready to be packed first thing in the morning. The only thing left after that was to buy food and water for the next two nights.

It was funny when I saw Vix in her camping clothes. I mean, I suppose it was appropriate. She was wearing those high waisted shorts with an Elvis t-shirt tied up at the front. Her hair was in those two braids she wore to bed, hiking books, and a parka jacket. At least she wasn't wearing make-up, or I wouldn't have been able to stop laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Vix asked, almost looking hurt.

"Nothing, Vix," I said, trying real hard not to laugh. "You're just cute as a button."

"Uh, huh. You think I won't be able to handle it, don't you." I didn't say anything because I knew I'd laugh. "You'll see," she said, flicking a braid over her shoulder and storming off, her cute ass shaking as she walked. I couldn't hold back, and I laughed out loud. She stuck her tongue out at me, and if we didn't have a long drive ahead, I would have thrown her over my shoulder and taken her back to bed. She looked so adorable.

The campground had no electric sites, and although it had showers, they were cold bore water, and the toilets were glorified holes in the ground. I was surprised. It really was camping. I mean not full wilderness, but it wasn't luxury by any stretch of the imagination. It was tranquil and not too busy. Only a few families were there and a couple of older retirees. There was a lot of wildlife around also. I saw my first wallabies, and Vix said we would see some wombats at night if we were lucky.

When we got to the campgrounds, she jumped out excited and started setting up the tent. She knew what to do, and we were able to get it up quicker than I had thought. She used the truck to pump up an air mattress while I set up a tarp outside the tent. Then we set up the chairs and tables, and I started preparing the fire pit while Vix made us some sandwiches for a late lunch.

"How's the serenity?" Vix said as she munched on her sandwich. Her eyes twinkled in amusement.

I raised an eyebrow at her, "it's good, nice little river. But what's so funny."

"Nothing, remind me to make you watch The Castle, one of these days."

"Another black and white movie? No, thanks anyway." I said, grinning.