The Camping Disaster

Chapter 8: Visit to the Camping Area

Nathalie checked her phone and saw a message from Vexter. It read,
'Be there at 6:30'
No way was she going to let Vexter some before her this time!

It was 6:30 PM  The park was 2-3 minutes away from her home. She hurriedly got dressed and went outside. She practically ran to the park...DAMN IT!

There was Vexter, sitting before her, grinning mischievously.

Vexter was attractive in nature. Funny, definitely smart, not in studies, but in logic. He had curly hair, and wore glasses. His hobby was very common, playing games. He was also good at drawing.

The most amazing thing about him was that he could edit really well! He didn't have a channel or something. He just edited for fun.

"Wanted to beat me? I came here at 6:30 and you-" Vexter stopped, he looked at his watch
"6:35, sad" Vexter sarcastically said
"BUT HOW!!" Nathalie exclaimed, she was still out of breath
"Here, have some water, you look exhausted" Vexter said while handing her a bottle of water. Nathalie took it and took a sip.

"Don't drink while standing, here, sit down"

Vexter got up from his seat. Nathalie sat down and drank some more water. She then looked at Vexter who was still staring at her.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" Nathalie asked
"N- no!" Vexter said while looking in the opposite direction
"Alright, let's go then"
Nathalie got up and said,
"Follow me"

The two started walking. Again that akward silence! Nathalie felt annoyed, why wasn't anyone saying anything?

"Aren't you gonna say anything?" Nathalie asked
"Should I?"
"You're so- you're so- ugh! I can't even describe you!"
"Don't pout too much, you look like a pufferfish"
"Don't tell me what to do!
"I'm not, just...stating facts"
"Nobody asked you to"

Vexter didn't say anything. Nathalie felt proud she had roasted Vexter. Then she saw him chuckling silently. She felt mad. What was so funny?

"Oi! Why are you laughing?"
"Your face"
"What? Is my face that funny? Or is it because I'm ugly?"
Vexter looked at her with a serious look and said,
"Why the hell did you say that? Did anyone call you that?"
"What the- Look who's being an overprotective boyfriend! Besides I can say whatever I want"
"More like an overprotective big brother"

Nathalie suddenly felt uncomfortable. Was their relationship really like that? The siblings type? Nathalie never saw him as a brother, just a 'friend'.

As she was about to say something, she realised they had reached the camping area.