Let's Be Birds (OLD VERSION)

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Hannah wakes me up the next morning with the smell of something oat filled and 'nutritious'.

"I made us some oatmeal!" She says in a sing song voice.

I stretch and wiggle the stiffness out of my back and butt. I seriously feel like an old man because my back is literally killing me and even though it's only been two nights, I've already started hobbling around like I'm seventy four. Sleeping on the hard cold ground is literal hell.

"Oatmeal sucks," I say half-heartedly. "My mom's the only person in the whole entire world that can make oatmeal taste somewhat decent."

Hannah chuckles at me. "Mommy's boy."

"And I'm proud." I shuffle over to where she's standing by the gas cooker and table tops in the camper van. "How did you make it?"

"Well, I used this," She opens up the drawer underneath the gas cooker and shows me a portable cooker complete with fuel cans. "To boil up some water and I kept the milk under a bag of ice so it wouldn't go off and used that too."

"Oh wow." I look at the two bowls she's preparing and I'm surprised to see that they're full of different types of berries.

"And Clem and I went for a walkabout and these people in another place gave us berries because apparently we looked like we were going berry picking."

"Neat," I say and she smirks. "I still bet this tastes as bad as the whipped cream pizza."

"Oh come on, Halfie! You might like it you know." She says.

"Doubt it."

Just then, Clementine decides to make herself relevant and scratches my leg. It doesn't start bleeding, thank God for that, but it hurts like hell.

"Hannah, control your cat!" I whine. She laughs.

"Whatever happened to calling me Frozone?" She says in a joking voice. I grumble and moan but she doesn't take any notice of me, instead laughing at my disdain.

She gives me my bowl and we sit underneath the awning, just silently eating and perhaps thinking. I feel like today is going to be a good day, mostly because I had a long meaningful conversation with Chloe last night and she told me she loved me.

Hey, it might not be the love I'm hoping for just yet but it's still love all the same.

"Come on, Nate, let's take a picture!" Hannah says out of the blue and shuffles closer to me and smiles while I spoon some oatmeal into my mouth. It's an awkward position and I don't have much time to react before she takes the picture and backs away from me.

"This is so cute!" She giggles and looks at me. I'm still a little bit shocked, with my spoon in my mouth. "I'm gonna Instagram this, is that okay?"

"Wait -"

"Too late."

"No, Hannah don't -"

"Done! Look, people are already commenting on it!" She shows me her phone screen, grinning as the likes number starts climbing up and up.

"Why are so many people sharing it?" I ask, alarmed. "Why are girls from... is she from Iceland? Actually from Iceland? Why are people from Iceland telling me I'm cute?"

"Everyone is keeping track of our adventures with us." Hannah starts eating her own oatmeal, looking very disinterested.

She hands me her phone and I navigate towards her page. "What the actual fu - you gained two thousand since Monday?"