I lock my hands above my head and straighten up gingerly, wincing as my sore muscles protest the movement.
Hope raises an eyebrow at me, the most smug I-told-you look on her face.
"See, this is why you stretch before you climb a twenty foot tree for the first time in five years."
I roll my eyes. But she's right.
"Yeah, yeah. Well either way, I'm paying for that now." I sigh, rolling my shoulders back.
She shakes her head, muttering something about how this could have been avoided.
I pretend not to hear her as I pull off my sweater and t-shirt, switching them out for a more comfortable tank top.
"So, how's everything with...y'know..." she trails off into silence, her voice timid. We don't really talk about it.
I sigh quietly. "Just like it's always been. She won't quit drinking, and until she does I'm not putting any effort into our relationship."
Hope hums a response.
"What are you two doing?" I yelp as Brian's voice rings out and whip around.
"We could ask the same. What are you doing in our tent?" Hope retorts.
He raises an eyebrow at her before shrugging.
"Fine, we'll just eat breakfast alo-" he starts. "No." I cut him off and push past him.
Hope giggles behind me and I feel a smile tugging at my lips.
Brian mutters something under his breath and I flip him off.
"OI!" He calls, but I'm already dashing over to the fire.
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Prideful
Teen Fiction"I don't really care what she thinks. this is who I am." The story of a rural lesbian, her girlfriend, her gay best friend and a camping trip gone wrong. Contains swearing and mild suggestive themes.
