Pizza Boy (NARRY) -Fetus Writing- #Wattys2015

Chapter 28: Something Great

We've driven as far out into the woods as we can, but now we can't go any farther. The tree's won't allow it. So we get out our stuff and start walking ahead of the vehicles to find a spot to camp at. "This is a good spot." I announce in the big open circle of space. "Where are we puttin the tent?" Louis asks. "We'll put it over here. Let's just clear some of this." I kick around some pinecones while holding onto the straps of my backpack. "I'm on pinecone duty." Louis announces to everyone, him and Zayn dropping their bags onto the ground. He goes into the tree's some to gather some pinecones and pick them up from out camping area. "To be fair, wh-when we make tents I'm normally the one who just pretends to be busy the whole time." Louis admits to us as we walks off, making Liam and I laugh. "All the instructions are in Sweden." Liam bends down, looking at the paper. We all got new tents.

"We don't need instructions man." Harry mumbles to Liam, taking the bag off of the sticks to our tent. "Here we go, this is the one we need." Liam speaks to himself. "Here, this is the floor." Harry and I lift up the tarp to lay on the ground, Harry's back to me and trying to catch the other side of the tarp. He grabs it and flips himself around so we're facing each other---the right way.

"Uh, you put it through the tings that are there yeah?" I tell Harry as we try and figure this out. "No, you just-" Harr steers off. "This bit goes on there, and stick that - like that little stick-" Harry tries to direct me. "I think we've got the wrong one." I say, glancing back at Louis who's relaxing in a lawn chair and observing our work. "Lookin good lads." He comments. Zayn laughs. Harry glances at Louis as he keeps talking to me. "Then the other bit goes to the top." I look at Liam, who's almost done with his tent. "This is not going very well." I tell Harry at our complications. "Oh there we go. I've smashed it." We all look at Liam, who's done with his tent perfectly on his own. "Liams nearly clocked it in about five minutes." Louis chuckles as he walks towards Zayn. "Has anybody got a hammer?" I ask the lads.

We all finally got our tents set up, and Harry and Louis and Zayn and Liam have been dragging cut and fallen tree's into a pile in the middle of all out tents while I'm watching them, hands in mu front pockets of my black shorts. We've all changed into the appropriate attire. "Are you makin a fire?" Zayn asks Louis since he's the one who asked them for the help. They all drop the log while Louis' still hanging onto the end of the log. "Oh thanks lads! Yeah, cheers!" Zayn and Liam crack up at Louis.

"Is it a TP fire?" Liam asks while Zayn and Harry are pushing some large branches up against each other, Louis walking towards them. "Listen, forget about the scouts Payno we're going it the Tommo way."

Louis, Harry and Zayn got some sticks to lean against each other just like a TP tent, until Louis does something to make them tip over. "Louis, you idiot!" Zayn yells. "Right, I think we'll just burn it like that now." Louis puts his hands on his hips, observing the failed TP fire attempt. I start laughing at them.

It seems as though Louis' lightened up and got excited about the trip himself. He hasn't said a word to me or Harry yet, but we've exchanged some glances here and there. We spent the whole day carrying supplied from the trucks to out camp site, setting everything up. It's dark now, pitch black out. We've changed into warmer clothes: Harry in a grey jumper, a maroon bandana on his head, black sweats and his Vans. Zayn in his thick black jacket with camo sleeves, grey sweats, a colour blue snapback and white and blue Supras. Louis in a black shirt, maroon jacket, beanie, black sweat pants with red lines going down the side, white Vans. Me in grey sweats, Vans, a white beanie on my head, a black jacket with grey sleeves layered over another jacket. Liam in black jacket, black sweats, and some trainers.

We the fire in the normal fire pit and have all sat in our fold out chairs around it. Zayn to my right, Harry on my left, Louis next to Harry, and Liam next to Louis. "I'm gonna go start up the Q and start cooking." I get up from my chair, starving and wondering if everyone else is as well. There are no responses, it's just a peaceful, relaxing silence around the fire.