Fangs and Claws [Boy X Boy]

Chapter 2 Giddy up

Chapter 2
Giddy up

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PICTURE to the right (or top) ------> RYAN COLBY

DOMINIC •

         I'm exhausted from this last week, between still not adjusting to the hours stuck in the car and running around all day doing far more exercise than my body is used to, it's no wonder. I'm exhausted from this entire week in all honesty. Due to this, I have yet to crawl from my sleeping bag; wrapped up in the unnatural plastic-like fabric, feeling my body flush from the uncomfortable warmth. I've been laying here for a while now, having my parents wake me but couldn't make myself fall back asleep; my bed was no longer comfortable once I realized it was the ground. as uncomfortable as I am, I refuse to get up; Just listening to my parents getting ready for the day and talking in the morning about what we will be eating or doing later this evening. Amazing how predictable it is for my father to suggest we go fishing all afternoon. Mom laughed at him, likely shaking her head as a response to his obsession. Ryan was up soon after then, chatting casually with my parents and brainstorming plans for the evening. She votes for reading, as she always does. my younger siblings get up next, Mira squeals and giggles excitably which gets met with my mother hushing her, reminding her that I am still in bed. much to my delight, no one bothers coming to wake me. they all know my sleeping habits by now for sure, but I bet they wouldn't expect me to be awake.

         Yesterday none of us rested. Ryan and I started the day with a jog through the woods for about five miles. Then we spent four hours playing soccer with the kids. Yes, four hours. And we swam for another two hours. And even after that, being exhausted we all went on a walk into town to get some necessities. Just the essentials, Like bug spray, as we were quick to run out, and some more food. and, of course, making a necessary stop at the local ice-cream parlor.

         Once we got back to the campsite, we collapsed. We all dropped like rocks and slept in really late, or at least I think we did. But I'm the only one still in bed. Still just staring at the top of the tent. so many thoughts fighting for attention in my brain, making me skip from topic to topic as soon as I think of them. thinking about my trip, about Ryan, about my family and other friends back at home. even just thinking about this trip we are on. this is the start of my adventures and I have no idea where they're going to take me, but I'm kind of excited.

         With a forced gruff at the back of my throat, I decide it's probably best I start getting up. flipping around my sleeping bag a bit and digging through my suitcase, I rummage around for something decent to put on and sauntering out to the campground. The fresh air feels far more refreshing than it had in the stuffy tent. My siblings are full of energy playing in the water while Ryan, sporting chunky layers of sunblock on her cheeks, lays onshore tanning. My mom is sat in a chair next to her reading a book while my dad is carving something into a stick with his pocket knife next to them. Today makes the end of the first week being here and we've done just about everything we could think of in the area. Hiked to a waterfall, dove off a cliff, walked to the top of the mountain peaks, everything. So today, we're planning on just hanging out, or at least we were last night. Judging from this morning's subject of discussion I'd wager that's too boring for everyone.

         I greet my dad and mom before placing my foot roughly on Ryan's stomach and start applying pressure, almost standing on her. it's not long for her to simply grab my ankle and with alarming force remove my foot from her. With a slight tilt of her sunglasses, she glances up at me, "What are you doing?" She asks with a hint of annoyance in her voice making a smirk tug at the corner of my lips.