Teammates (boyxboy)

Chapter Twenty Nine

A/N- if it's not completely obvious, i've lost love for this book. i have totally writers block since we haven't seen brett since season 4. this story will be coming to an ending soon, maybe two or three more chapters. there will be lots of time skips, also. im going to write the important parts you guys are going to want to hear played out, and somehow find closure for this story. but, on the bright side i might write a mason/corey fanfiction next. anyways, thank you and im sorry.

Liam. OH AND LOW-KEY CHANGED IT TO CURRENT TIME .. IDK IT'S NOT "ED" ON THE ENDING OF WORDS ANYMORE.

A few months later, end of summer.

"You put the tent in the car, right?" I ask Brett. He nods and throws me two towels.

"And the cooler has drinks in it?" Brett nods.

"First-aid kit?" Another nod.

"Do you have the snacks packed?" He asks. I nod.

"Blankets and pillows?"
"Yeah."

"The fuzzy one?" I nod and laugh, pecking his lips softly.

"I think we have everything else," Brett says.

"Oh, we might need clothes for tomorrow too," I say.

"Already packed."
I nod.

"You guys heading out?" My mom asks as she comes into the room.

"Trying to kick us out already, Mrs. Dunbar?" Brett jokes. She laughs and shakes her head.

"You boys have everything packed?"

"Yeah, we were just about to head out," I answer.

"Alright, well, be safe. And call if you need anything important. I'll drop it off if needed," she says. We both nod.

I turn to him and he turns to me.

"Well, you ready?" He asks. I nod again.

"Be safe, boys," my mom says as she follows us down the stairs, helping us carry the bags out to the car.

"Always am," we reply.

Once we're all packed, my mom gives me a hug and says goodbye. I unlock the car and toss the keys to Brett, who would be driving.

"I'm excited," he says.

"Me too," I answer.

We play music until we get there, thirty minutes later.

The sandy beach is in front of us. Brett and I take the tent down and the important bags, bring the less-important ones later.

"Alright, do you know how to set this up?" I ask once we find a prefect spot to set everything up.

"Yeah, do you?"

"Nope. I'll get the rest of the bags while you do that," I say, motioning to the tent on the sand.

He nods and I turn around and walk back to the parking lot. Once I got there I grabbed an armful of bags and headed back, repeating this twice more until I had everything out of the car and the tent was up.