3:07 a.m ☠ malik

06

Bivouac

"When the hell are we going to get to the camp site?" Rudy groused softly. She wasn't the one to make a fuss out of things, but whenever she did, she made sure it wasn't audible enough for the whole crowd to hear.

"Patience is a virtue," I chuckled, moving the cam-corder around so that it could take in the view of the dewy, chestnut woods.

"Yeah . . . a virture that homo sapiens can't seem to ever acquire," she rolled her eyes, then smiled at me. She pulled something out of her backpack, then chewed it silently.

"We should be there in about five minutes, just hang in a bit!" Zayn shouted, who was standing a moderate amount of meters away from us. He was a real good hiker in these woods - he enjoyed get-aways like these.

My feet stepped on something, causing a loud crack to sprout in the chilly evening air.

I glanced down, but spotted nothing that could've inspired the noise.

"You heard that, right?" I asked Rudy, a frown on my face.

She looked over at me, her red hair falling down her face as she herself frowned in confusion.

"What? No," she shrugged, looking away. "What's wrong?"

"Never mind," I shook my head.

The view of the campground made way into visibility. Silvanna, who was a few feet away from us, cheered and we settled our bags down.

"You know the drill," Luke grinned. "Set up camp and then we gotta go start the campfire."

"You mean . . . collect fragments of fucking shit-covered wood? You can not count me in on that one," Silvanna waved her hands in protest. Zayn smiled in amusement, and so did I, but not because of what Silvanna said, but because of the fact that I had the need to smile whenever he smiled. He looked my way, then my eyes fell to the floor.

Silvanna stalked away to her backpack, then the rest of us immediately got to work. We pulled the tents out and then set the base. 

"We should split up," I announced, the others not really giving me the attention I wanted. Trickles of sweat were already making their way down the sides of my face . . . I forced my sleeves to cover to palms of my hands, then wiped furiously at the perspiration.

"What'cha mean?" Zayn asked, finally acknowledging my statement. The first tent, which was coincidentally ours, was standing tall and finished. He stood and admired his work proudly before I continued talking.

"Well, half of us go collect the needed wood for the fire, and then the rest of us stay here," I suggested. Zayn slowly walked over to me, licking his lips.

"I think that's a perfect idea," he coarsely whispered, then greedily clutched my hands. My face scrunched into a confused expression at his somewhat salacious and sensual approach. "Luke, if you don't mind, Fawn and I will go start looking for lumber . . . not that I care if you do," a smirk plastered onto his features. "C'mon," he pulled me away from the camp site, then we wandered off into the deep woods.

***

An hour later, Zayn and I were enveloped by the unfriendly darkness, the moon our only source of light and let alone our only form of amity.

Our hands were full of tree branches and logs, Zayn's arms having a much wider capacity than mine.

"Zayn, my arms are getting quite tired," I groaned, no longer walking. He turned around, then approached me.

"Let me help you," his eyes buned into mine as he placed like . . . half of what I was holding into his arms.

"How the hell do you carry all of that shit?" I asked, literally wanting to know. He shrugged, and then smiled.

"We should get back, yeah? I think this is enough," he chuckled. We were awkwardly standing in front of each other, me now realizing that I was leaning against a tree. 

"Yeah, we should," I breathed, his eyes sparkling through all of the harshness of the dark. 

"You really want to leave?" he asked, dropping all of the sticks that he had collected. They scrambled to the ground, my jaw dropping in surprise.

"Zayn!" I hesitantly laughed. "Why did you just drop that?"

He didn't answer. As a subsitute, he inched his body closer to mine, breathed against my neck, and held my face. His strident but mushy lips progessed with mine at a peaceful but demanding pace - I could almost feel the greed in his passionate kissing.

My trembling arms - due to his abrupt and sudden affection, still engulfed the branches and sticks that we collected earlier. I released my arms of them, the sounds of wood tumbling down the tree trunk thronging the heated atmosphere.

His body squeezed slightly onto mine, the feeling of his prominent and jutting buldge arousing me. My arms encircled his neck, then traveled higher to pull at the roots of his soft, fleecy hair.

He pushed harder into me, somewhat of a grinding motion, and then my pitched moan drilled our ears. 

My eyes fluttered closed as he left a trail of kisses down the side of my neck. His breathing was murky and impenetrable, and his dense boner was pressed tightly around the area of my crotch.

"Fuck, Zayn," I moaned once more as he rocked his body onto mine again. I yearningly tugged his tank top, his toned abs revealing under the crisp moonlight.

He pulled my t-shirt over my head, and immediately kissed the cleavage that was exposed. He began to fiddle with the button of my jeans as I kissed his moist lips.

As I glanced past his shoulder, the awry and deformed figure of a boy stood about ten feet away. He was standing still, arms at the sides, no features available to the eye-sight because of the darkness, and a fourth of his body hid behind the tree.

His glowing eyes were blood-crimson, and they pierced right into mine. I screamed in fright, and pushed Zayn off of me. We both stumbled to the ground and I heard him mutter something.

"What the hell, Fawn?" he cursed, frowning as he helped me up to my feet. 

I disregarded him, and backed away as far as I could, but my back hit the tree and I couldn't move anymore. My body was paralyzed, and I couldn't move a single muscle.

"Are you okay?" he rushed over to me, and held my hands, realizing my panic and fear. "Fawn, what's the matter?"

"It was him . . . " I whispered hoarsely, the blood in my body pumping furiously because of the adrenaline.

"Who?" he asked, trying to look at what my shaky finger uncoordinatedly pointed to. We sat there, leaning against the tree trunk, he still searching around the darkness of the woods. He turned his head back to me, complete and utter confusion plastered onto his face.

"It was Brian."