My Digital Escape One Shots

Camping Trip

Camping was something that you loved as a child, but now that you're older, it's not something you'd want to do.

As a kid, you would always go outside and run around, play in the mud, climb trees. Kid stuff. But now you were a teenager, and that stuff never seemed less appealing. You liked to stay inside and text your friends, go out and party, take selfies, have an overall good time. Minus all the dirty and childish things.

But there you were, driving out to the cabin your dad had bought back when you were younger. It had power, and it was more like a shabby house than a nice cabin. A living room, two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and a game room. It was okay, but there was no wifi. And no cable, no signal of any sort. Sure, there was a TV and a Blu-ray player, but that was it.

You didn't want to go, but you didn't say no when your dad asked. He and your mother had recently broken up, and he was very torn up about it. So when he popped his head into your room, eyes bright and excited like a four year old with a million questions, and asked you if you wanted to go camping, there was no way you could've said no.

"It's been so long since we've been out here," he said as he parked in the dirt next to the cabin. It had definitely been a long time. The old cabin had ivy growing up one of the walls, moss flourishing on the porch. "We're going to have to clean up a bit before we do anything else."

That what the two of you did all day. Dusted, mopped, crushed bugs, sprayed some Febreeze on the furniture, boom. It was all clean. After the two of you finished, you high-fived and hopped in his truck to go get groceries. The place wasn't used for years, so, naturally, there wasn't any food.

You grabbed a bunch of junk food - chips, cookies, candy...as much as you could. Your father also grabbed a bunch of meat, from steak to chicken to pork, as well as some seafood. Not to mention the barbecue that he threw into the cart.

You two were giggling like little kids as you climbed into his truck. You connected your phone to the Bluetooth and blasted Bohemian Rhapsody as loud as your dad would allow it.

When you got back to the cabin, there were people standing on your porch. You didn't know who either of them was, but it seemed that your father was happy to see them.

"Bill!" he exclaimed. "It's so great to see you. It's been - what - ten years? And oh my goodness, if it isn't Jeydon. You're what, twenty-two now?"

"Twenty-four," the boy said, refusing to look up. His hair covered his face, but from what you could see, he had a nice shiny pair of snake bites below his bottom lip and underneath his jacket he had on a band tee for The 1975. Just the kinda guy you'd hang out with back at home.

"I like your shirt," you said, breaking the silence that hung in the air. He shrugged, looking up at you with a brief smile.

"Thanks."

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Swear to god, you're gonna have to slap me if you want me to update on time.

Sorry, blah blah blah, you've heard my whole spiel.

Gonna post longer oneshots, try to make them not suck.

If any of you guys like Criminal Minds to the point where you'd read its fanfiction, I've got a Spencer Reid story up. I'm looking for anything really, even a detailed explanation of everything wrong with it so far would be something. I've gotten nothing on it so far.

Anywho, I'll get back to posting soon. I've been awake for about twenty-six hours straight, and I'll be up for another twelve. Gotta bring my sisters to the airport and I gotta be up at three, figured I just wouldn't sleep. I'll probably just write the fuck outta this for a few hours, watch criminal minds for a little bit of it too.

Peace out, lovelies.

Stay safe, stay strong, and stay beautiful my Lil bitchez.

Yours Truly,

Andromeda Leigh Barnett