Not Gonna Fall In Love With You

Chapter Fifteen Part- Two

2 hours makes a difference. It does. One movie can get over in two hours. I can have a bubble bath in two hours. And I can certainly break my back in two more hours of car travel. Brie had managed to get us lost thrice in the journey, thus making our planned four hour car drive six.

Six hours sitting upright, you have no idea how it feels. My back feels like it has been run over by a crane or something.

The first few hours of the drive to the camp were totally eventless, as I slept throughout, much to Brie's disapproval. According to her, she should be the one sleeping peacefully and not driving as she is pregnant, but when I told her that until a week ago or so, I was the one who was pregnant, she just stopped speaking.

I asked her was she angry with what I had said, but she quickly denied it saying she wanted to concentrate on the road, which is totally not true, since hello! We got lost for freaking two hours.

In the end, we had to call the guys, to come back and save our sorry asses. They had almost reached the camp, but came back to get us.

"Camp Rockers, here we are! Finally!" I heard Kyle shout , with his arms in the air as he removed our bags out of the trunk. That boy looks like a small kid watching spongebob square pants. Or even more happy and excited than that.

"Kyle, chill bro. It is just a camp." Nate told, as he patted Kyle on the back.

"Hey, this is my first camp ever."

"Oh, that's the reason, he's so happy. He doesn't know how bad it actually is yet." I said as I winked at Brie, who still looked annoyed. I pity her, honestly, poor girl drove the whole way, while I just slept.

"Camping, is not that bad, Cam. Trust me." Nate tried to convince me, as he picked up the bags, and signalled us to do the same. Which we all did, except of Brie of course, I couldn't make the pregnant lady lift her luggage. I would die of guilt, or Brie would probably stab me herself in anger. I would prefer the first one.

"Guys, please tell me we will sleep in cabins, cause I am too tired to build a tent." Brie said, as she walked slowly with tired steps.

"Relax Brie, there are cabins, which have a proper ceiling, if I may add. It's not called Camp Rockers for no reason." Nate said as he winked at Brie, earning a playful punch from the both of us. We reached the reception and saw a middle aged man, wearing specks. His name tag read "Ricardo".

"Umm, we have a reservation in the name of Nate Cooper, Rih-kardho" Kyle said in his fake and may I add terrible, terrible, and did I mention fake spanish accent. That boy! Can he get more adorable?

Wait, what?!

"Yes. Here are your keys. Room number 12 and 17. And by the way I am Mexican." Ricardo said, with a grim look on his face. He clearly wasn't too impressed with Kyle's fake accent. And who would be? The guy just indirectly insulted him.

"It's-"

"Not the SAME THING." Ricardo cut Kyle in his sentence and stared at him in disgust. I wouldn't be too happy if I was Kyle, although Ricardo was a skinny man, he had a collection of hunting guns right behind him, waiting to be used. It seemed Nate too had noticed this as he soon tried to clean the air between them both.

"I apologise on his behalf. He.. he just came back from the hospital, hit his head hard on a rock. The rooms, are this side right?"

"Oh..well tell your friend to try to use the little of the mind he still has left. And the rooms are to your left." Ricardo said with a thick, thick Mexican accent. Boy, was he sassy.

Nate simply nodded and walked towards the rooms and we followed suit. Luckily, we had some workers over there who would carry our luggage to our rooms, so it was all fine.