Around the campfire [h.s au] {RECONSTRUCTION}

I: Ready to go...

Updated: 26/06/15
Edited: 01/01/16

Let's get this 'reconstruction' on the road, shall we?

Beautiful 'Demons' cover in the sidebar/above❤️

Edit of Luke, Olivia and Bethany in the side bar/above❤️

"Olive," I heard someone hum softly in my ear and I groaned in response, it is way to early to wake up.

"Livy, hunni, wake up," slowly I awoke to the sweet sound of my mother's voice mixed with the heavenly scent of pancakes and syrup to create quite a powerful invasion on my senses.

"Nooooo, Mum!" I whined "I don't wanna go to school, give me ten more minutes. Jess is always late to pick me up, anyways!"

"Olivia, it's not a school day, it's Saturday..." She hummed, in her usual, soft tone, "and, not to mention, it's the holidays!" She clapped in a far more excited manner.

Instantly snapping my eyes open, I remembered what today was.

Not only is it the first day of the holidays, it's the day that my closest friends and I (plus a couple of tag alongs) start our annual campout.

Excitement takes over me and a squeal escapes my mouth as my big brother, Luke, and older sister, Bethany, enter my room with a plate full of freshly made pancakes, along with all of my favourite toppings!

They do this every year, without fail!

Being the youngest of the family- at only 16- I am always treated as the baby; especially by my father. I've always been a daddy's girl and he has always seen me as his 'little princess' that he can shower with love and affection whenever he gets the chance...

I'm not saying I'm spoilt, but my parents have a fair bit of money and we have a very stable home, therefore, I do get more than others- but it's not like I've never had anything bad happen in my life because, trust me, some bad things have happened.

I'd just rather not talk about them.

Ever again.

Unfortunately, my father is away for a business trip- once again- this weekend, so I won't be seeing him until I'm back from the trip.

At least I have the rest of my family to send me off with the same old traditions.

"Hey angel!" Luke greets me, "Are you all set for going back there today?" He questions, his brows furrowing in a concerned manner.

Ugh! He must've asked me this question at least 500,000 times this week and it's always the same answer.

You see, Luke is almost two years older than me and he definitely takes well to the 'protective older brother' act.

It's not as if I don't appreciate it, because I fully understand that he just wants to show that he cares, but it gets rather irritating at times.

Plus, it has been about 2 years, they should have all relaxed a bit by now- I've made my decision and I'm going to stick with it.

There's no fault in trying to move on from the demons of ones past, there is only fault in not striving to overcome the fears within oneself.

That's what the therapist told me, so that's what I'm going to use as my motto and guidance in life.

I will go back there and, hopefully, come back with control of my own life once again.

"For the love of god, Luke, I'm absolutely adamant on going and you are not going to change that!" I exclaim with an exaggerated eye roll.

"I mean, are you honestly going to be okay without any of us being there to help you through?" He asks calmly, clearly trying not to set me off.

They all tread on eggshells around me and it's beginning to get on my nerves.

I've just started to get back to normality over the last couple of months, and I'm sure he is trying not to upset me, but I can't stop myself from flipping him off- earning a collective gasp from my mother and sister.

"Hey, Miss Sassy-pants, enough with the attitude!" Bethany intervenes, in a joking manner.

As the oldest of us siblings, at 19, she likes to keep the peace between Luke and I- and she is always there giving us the perfect advice for life.

"Is this really the thanks we get for making you breakfast in bed!" She adds, with an eye roll of her own.

I feel my face split into a huge grin and jump up from the bed, wrapping them both in a tight hug.

No matter how many years they have done this before, I never expected them to continue the 'tradition' after the events that occurred two years ago.

I shudder at the thought but cover it up from my family with a fake smile and quickly grab the plate from the vanity it had been placed on.

"Awh! I love you guys really- and you know I'll miss you all- but you also know that I'm not a morning person" I state with a small giggle on the end.

As I trail off my sentence, I look to the French doors leading to my balcony and notice that my mother had already opened the curtains.

I also notice that it already looks reasonably bright outside as I ta-

"Wait a minute! What time is is?" I almost choke out after taking the first bite of my delicious breakfast.

Panic hits me once I begin to worry if I have enough time to get ready.

My mum wouldn't have let me sleep in, would she?

"Erm, 9:45?" Luke relies, checking his phone.

"Oh shi-sugar!" I correct myself, jumping up and starting to look around my room for clothes, feeling my cheeks heat up at the thought of cursing in front of my mother, "The twins will be here at 10, I need to get ready! Everyone get out!"

They all exchange looks and then Beth and Luke burst into laughter, at my expense no doubt.

"What's up with yo-wait a minute," I trail off as I finally catch on.

I wait for their laughter to die down before speaking up again "Mummy, what time is it? And be real with me, please." I state with a pout on my face- I just know that they have to be screwing with me.

"Alright, alright," my mum speaks up, "it's not even 9 o'clock. You've got over an hour to get ready!"

"Thank god," I sigh in relief and sit back down on my bed" with my scrumptious pancakes in hand.

"Well, I'm going to eat my pancakes and then get ready to go." I say in a much calmer tone, pouring on my desired toppings.

"Okay, Olive, we'll give you sometime to get ready. Eat up and come down when you're ready, your father wants you to call him before you leave." My mother says sweetly.

Yes, they do call me 'Olive' and it's all because my brother was too much of a dweeb to say Olivia properly when I was little. Thanks a-f.ucking-lot Lucas!

"Just remember, he truly wishes that he could be here to send you off like normal, it just wasn't possible this year." She states emotionlessly as she stands in the door way, with a look of guilt on her face, before briskly leaving and closing the door behind her.

Why is she being so weird about it? It's not like it's anyone's fault that he couldn't be here, he just went to work.

Right?

Bare in mind that the first few chapters are simply for character development and may seem like fillers. Stick with me and we'll soon get back to all of the chaos and drama.

Believe me when I say that this will be a major emotional roller-coaster once I have rewritten it aha x

Bye hunni's,

Charlotte, x