Janie and Stella are sitting opposite of each other at the kitchen table and August is standing at the end of the table while Cordell is standing by the counter.
"Um, do we have all the headlamps?" August asks.
"Uh, check." Stella states. August reaches over and checks for himself. "What is the point of doing this if you're just gonna do it yourself?"
"Look, I'm just trying to make sure we don't repeat that 2017 fiasco, all right?" August says.
"Augie has a point." Cordell states. "Who thinks a picnic blanket is a hammock anyway, right?" He asks his two youngest while motioning to the eldest.
"Mom! Mom did it." Stella insists.
"Oh, mom." Cordell sarcastically says.
"I'm sure." Janie nods.
"Yeah." August sarcastically agrees.
Cordell's phone rings and he answers it.
"Hey, uh, emergency at the Side Step." Cordell tells them after he hangs the phone up.
"Would you look at that. A last minute case." Stella says.
"Shocking." Janie mumbles.
"There's no case. I'll be right back." Cordell tells them before leaving.
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"Then turn left after the giant oak tree. Yeah, we're almost finished packing." Stella tells the person over the phone before hanging up. She's in her closet while August and Janie sit on her bed.
"I, uh, thought you already finished packing." August says.
"I only had one evening look, and this top isn't going to work by the lake and a campfire. And a flannel just seemed too off message." Stella says as August stands up.
"Yeah, what exactly is the message here?" August asks.
"Honoring mom." Stella states.
"Mom wouldn't care how many evening looks you had." Janie comments.
"Plus, obviously we need someone to help us get there cause neither one of us can drive." Stella says.
"Yeah, thanks for that." Janie remarks, Stella glaring at her.
"Look, camping was mom's favorite thing, and I'm not gonna waste this day just cause dad bailed." Stella says.
"Come on, you don't know that." August says. Both of his sisters give him a look.
"Hey." They hear and turn to see their grandpa walk in. "Bags in the van. Oscar Mike in 15."
"Who?" Janie asks.
"Gramps, this isn't Nam. What are you even talking about?" Stella asks.
Bonham laughs at the two of them.
"August." Bonham motions for a bag.
"All right." He says, tossing the bag to the older man. "Oscar Mike. "On the move.""
"You. You just might make it, kiddo." Bonham tells his grandson.
"Your dad got held up a little." Abilene states, walking in.
"Told ya." Janie smiles, holding her hand out to August.
"Okay, cough it up." Stella tells her brother and he reaches for his wallet.
"He's not canceling." Bonham states.
"He's gonna meet us at the campground." Abilene states.
"Right." Janie mumbles.
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what was i made for, walker
Fanfiction[ walker -- seasons 1-4 ] I DO NOT own Walker, any of the show's characters or storylines. I ONLY own my OC(s) and their storylines.
