Love, Poetry, & Coffee

~ 53 ~

We finally arrive at the perfect spot to camp. Well, it's technically just outside town, right beside the main road. Even though this doesn't look like the ideal camping spot, it's something.

"When you said camping trip, I thought somewhere in the middle of the woods and not just outside of town by the side of the main road." Constance crosses her arms at me, but her voice didn't hide her excitement about this. "Also, you still didn't answer my question about where the hell did you get a car?"

Oh yeah, the car. "Spencer let me borrowed it. I've bumped into Kate and Spencer yesterday when I was getting my stuff." I don't need to mention to her that their reaction knowing about this camping plan was like kids who ate too much sugar that they're in a sugar rush.

"Wait, they know about this camping trip?" I nod at her question while I begin to carry the bags out of the car. "Quite breezy here, huh?" I can't see what she's doing, but her voice seems like she's walking away from the car. "By the way, how will we eat the smores if there's no campfire?"

When I finally unload everything out of the car, I turn my whole body around to face her. To my surprise, she still has the bag of smores hugged tightly against her. This will sound cliché, but I'm feeling a bit jealous towards those bag of smores. "I get to carry I and a half bag full of supplies, and yet, you're just hugging that bag of smores?"

She glances down at the bag of smores then frowns at me. "Yeah, we don't want you to devour all of these delicious snack in one sitting."

"I'm certain I'm supposed to be the one saying that to you," I raise an eyebrow as I cross both my arms at me. In response, she just sticks her tongue out like a child at me, and I can't help but let out a snort of laughter. "To answer your question earlier," I haul the bags near her, crouching down to retrieve a blanket from it. "We will make a campfire, but it won't be a big one." I lay the thick blanket on the floor and gesture her to sit down. The last thing I want is for her collects dirt between the ripped part of her jeans.

"A bonfire," She suddenly blurts out while she sat on the blanket.

"What?" I raise another eyebrow at her, confuse on what she said.

A sigh escapes her mouth, "The right term for a big campfire is a bonfire. The campfire is supposed to be small."

"Okay, camping nerd." She fakes up a gasp and try to smack my shoulder playfully. I chuckle softly when her hand lands on my shoulder. "We don't have a tent or any necessities for an actual camp, but at least we have each other."

She covers her mouth with a hand, trying to hide her giggling. "Ah yes, the 'at least we have each other' speech. I couldn't have sworn I've heard that from a movie or two before." I set out to dismiss her and continue on digging a hole patch on the ground for our little campfire, but her chuckling got a bit louder. Part of me wants to throw a little bit of dirt towards her, and yet the other part of me is scolding that idea and telling me she'll hate me. Instead, I reach out for her head and try to rub her hair viciously. "No, not the hair," She yelps, but she keeps on chuckling while attempting to fight my hand away from her hair.

"I never pegged you as someone who doesn't like someone messing up their hair," I mutter as I continue to assault her delicate, soft hair. On the side note, her auburn brown hair looks great as the radiant sun shines down on her. As if this, nature's spotlight is perfect for her.

"Actually, no, it's just fun to pretend I care about my hair." She laughs as her hands begin to fight back my attack on her hair. The way we tug and pull our hands together made her fall down on the ground while she pulls me with her. Luckily, the blanket have already lied down on the floor, no need to worry about dirt clinging to her hair. "Woah, there..." She playfully pushes my chest, "I thought you're preparing the campfire?" A smirk lifts on her lips, and I suddenly want to stay on top of her and admire her beauty from here. But she's right, I was supposed to prepare the campfire and not play around with her hair, that seems to have segued to her falling down on the floor while I lie on top of her.