Bliss Oliveira is a little lost. Not physically of course, but in every other definition of the word. Her carefree and wild nature have left her unsure of what her next steps are in life. At the age of 26, her friends have it all figured out. With c...
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As soon as the music was low enough for everyone to hear me, I started, "Listen. All I was saying is, this is literally the start of a scary movie."
The group erupted into complaints, but I raised my voice to speak over them, speaking in a reality show narrator voice and waving one hand through the air in an attempt to shoo away their criticism, "Five young adults brave the Ontario wilderness for a three-week camping trip. Will they make it out alive?"
"You're such an idiot," Jesse said through a chuckle but he said it in an endearing way that made me smile at him through the rearview mirror.
Katie laughed, "Bliss, you're making it sound like Survivor," and then she kept laughing.
That's when I realized the edibles had officially kicked in. Everyone else's, that was.
"It is!" I exclaimed back while my eyes darted between the road, the car's monitor with the GPS on it, and the rearview mirror at my friends.
"It's a Provincial Park. There's literally a bathroom with running water and showers just across from the campsite, B," Mel said in probably the same voice she used to talk to her elementary school students while patting me on the shoulder from the passenger seat.
"Whatever, everyone shut up. I have to see where I'm going," I waved them off with fake annoyance, which caused Owen to grab the backrest of the seat and begin shaking it aggressively like he did any time he sat behind me.
"Chill out, Blissy," he said, but it came out all choppy from the effort he was putting into shaking me.
"Who let Owen have the window seat?!" I yelled over the way Owen had started saying "Ahhhhhhh," like he was a little kid talking into a fan, though I was simultaneously making a turn at the little white marker that showed campsites 203-208 on the right. "Owen is only allowed to sit bitch!"
How we hadn't died thus far was surely a miracle.
Before the words were completely out of my mouth, my seat stopped shaking because Jesse had taken it upon himself to make Owen stop, and now they were both fake wrestling in the back seat.
"Are you two ever going to grow up?" Katie asked in fake annoyance as she pushed herself against the car door to her right, attempting to give the boys enough space, but they continued to rock into her.
"Never," they said at the same time, and I caught a glimpse of Jesse's tan arm putting Owen in a headlock.
I loved my friends.
"You son of a bitch," Owen grunted out just before Jesse screamed dramatically.
"You pinched me?"
"Thank God, we made it," Mel sighed out just as I finally pulled into the area we reserved.
"Twenty six hours later," Katie muttered, and my SUV was barely in park before her belt was off, and she was out the door.
"Would've been twenty four if Owen hadn't eaten those chili cheese fries back in Chicago," Jesse complained as the rest of us filed out.
