Left out. . . {bxbxb}

chapter sixteen

yeah 

Andrew and Jackson inspected the tent, and the only things in it were three sleeping bags, a backpack, and a basket of food. "Awesome!" Jack smiled. "Jack... this isn't our tent, we can't just...be in here!" Andrew said, checking behind him to make sure that no one was coming to the tent. 

"Andrew, it's the middle of the night. If the owner isn't here, we can stay for a bit!" Jack said, already rummaging through the backpack. "Jack!" Andrew whisper-screamed. "You- you can't just... GO through someone's stuff!" 

"Says who?"

"SAYS- SAYS, EVERYONE! IT'S COMMON KNOWLEDGE TO NOT JUST GO THROUGH STRANGERS STUFF WITHOUT PERMISSION!"

"Oh, come on, Andrew, you have to be at least a little tempted to look through this backpack," Jack teased. Jack pushed the bag over to Andrew, and Andrew stared at it. "The bag won't bite, Andrew, go ahead," Jack smirked. 

"Well... I guess one small peek won't hurt," Andrew said, leaning forward to look in the bag. 

"The fuck...?" Andrew said. The backpack was empty, except for a glass jar filled with something Andrew couldn't identify.  Andrew glared at Jack. "You made such a big deal over an empty bag? Really?" Jack's smirk grew. "Why don't you see what's inside the jar." 

Andrew slowly picked up the jar and screamed. Inside it was what looked like hundreds of mini-spiders. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" Andrew screamed, putting the jar in the backpack before thrusting it into Jack's hands. 

Jack started laughing, and somehow, Andrew started to laugh, too. "Who just leaves a jar of spiders in a backpack??" Andrew asks, using his foot to slide the backpack away from him. "I think those are hobo spiders," Jack says, peeking in the bag again.

 "Jack..." 

"Sorry!"

"Hey, Andrew, how much battery do you have? My phone died, and I wanted to try and call Oliver," Jack said. "I only have 12%," Andrew said, taking his phone out of his pocket. "Dang- what time is it?" Jackson asked. "It's three in the morning, we should get out of here and find our tent," Andrew told him. 

"Or we could stay here and rest?" Jack smiled. "You must be tired." As if on cue, Andrew yawned. "Well... I guess we could stay here for a while..." Andrew said. "Great! g'night then!"

"'Night"

** 

Andrew woke up to a scream. "HAROLD! WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE!" Someone screamed. Andrew sat up and saw a lady with straight, blonde hair, bangs, and a bunch of different bracelets on each arm, holding a brown paper bag. A man-who Andrew assumed was Harold- came over. 

"I don't know Brea(pronounced Bray-a)! are they... hobos!?" The man sneered in a snobbish way. "Oh my God, one of those things slept in my good sleeping bag!" Brea cried. "Actually ma'am, me sleeping here isn't the problem. This sleeping bag has a giant old coffee stain," Jack said, getting up and showing the woman. 

Andrew slowly turned his head at his friend. Had Jackson gone mad?? This lady was clearly not in a good mood, and Jack had obviously angered her more. "There's a what in MY sleeping bag?" She screamed. Harold's expression quickly changed from annoyed to worried. 

Brea turned to glare at Harold. "Why the FUCK is that there, Harold?" She questioned. "Uh well-" Harold began. Brea cut him off by slapping her hand over his mouth. "It was the HOE, Sabrina, wasn't it?" Brea hissed. "What! No, of course not, darling!" Harold said, grabbing Brea's hand.

Brea jerked her hand back, making a face of disgust. "Was that the same hand in Sabrina's slutty asshole?" She snarled. Harold's face paled. "Darling, please! I only went on a weekend-long camping trip with her! As friends! Like we're doing!" Harold admitted. "What weekend?" Brea asked, slightly softening her glare. "Last weekend, dear," Harold smiled.

Brea clenched her fist. "You mean the weekend you told me you were going to see your MOTHER?" She screamed as she slapped Harold in his face. Brea sighed angrily and turned to Andrew and Jackson, who were silently watching the two fight. "You two hobos can keep the shit," Brea sneered, grabbing Harold by the ear and dragging him off. The two boys heard cries of 'let me explain!' and 'I love you please!' 

"Well, that was weird," Andrew said. "We should head back to our tent now, Jack."

"I wonder who Sabrina is..." 

"JACK!"

"What? I'm curious."

"We've invaded that nice couple's privacy enough— we don't need to know anything about their personal lives!" Andrew retorted. Jack just looked at him. "Andrew, that couple was anything but nice," He said, rolling his eyes. "Well, I think we should start to look for Oliver," Andrew said.

"Hey, guys?" A voice from behind them said.

Jackson yelped and grabbed onto Andrew, hugging him from the side. Andrew rolled his eyes, looking up to see Oliver staring at them weirdly. "Where'd you guys go last night? I waited a while for you to come back, but you never did, so I kind of went back to sleep," He said sheepishly. 

enjoy this chapter :) can't give an exact date when the next one comes out lo