The Adventures of Harry and Me (H.S.)

Our Stars

"Now I need you to teach me." Harry says with a smirk. "how to make one of those 'more' things. Ya know, chocolate, biscuit, marshmallow." His hands show the different layers as he explains what goes into the sweet treat.

"You mean a s'more?" Giggling I look over at my boyfriend who has a smile upon his face that could light up a pitch black arena. "And it's not a biscuit. It's a graham cracker. Did you buy the right ones? Please tell me you did." Knowing it's not life or death if he bought a different kind of cracker, I still cross my fingers in my mind as I look into the bag. "Oh thank goodness." I say, thankful he did in fact buy the Keebler Honey Graham crackers.

"I'm offended you thought I would pick otherwise. These are the only ones you like. I do know you, darling. Better than you probably think." His wink makes me blush softly, and I'm ready to teach this Brit how to make a tasty American treat. I prepare two sets of graham crackers, placing chocolate on both before reaching for a marshmallow.

"Alright Curly, grab a 'mallow, and a stick please." I say, pushing my white marshmallow onto the metal roaster, poking the end of the spear through the small ball. I watch intently as Harry places the stick between his legs; using his long fingers, he pushes the marshmallow on the skewer, preparing it for the heat.

"Done!" Harry smiles, dimple growing deep in his cheek.

"Okay, now the trick is to not start it on fire. Only crazy people like them that way." I instruct. "Twirl your stick slowly and the marshmallow will toast lightly." I twirl my stick watching the fire flicker. "Just like that. Look at you. Master Roaster, here we come." Harry cackles at my joke and continues to spin his mallow in the heat. "Thank you for doing this. It's lovely."

"I thought we needed to celebrate. Do something fun." Harry says. The backyard of our LA home has been transformed into camping heaven. Harry had worked all day, setting things up and getting them ready for our night under the stars. Back in the corner of the yard, a beautiful fort was built for us to stay the night. The twinkle lights hang from the trees, and the atmosphere screams nothing but romantic. The June air is perfect for a night out with my boyfriend, and I'm loving the privacy of this date.

"Is it done?" Harry flings the marshmallow towards my face, making me jump in fear of the hot sticky treat.

"Careful." I chuckle before examining his sweet a little more closely. "I think you win an award! I burnt mine a little." Pushing out my bottom lip I show my boyfriend the marshmallow on the end of my toaster that is brown with a hint of black.

"Now we build?" Harry hesitates before moving towards his graham cracker and chocolate after I nod my head yes. Placing our marshmallows on the chocolate, we smash the grahams together, creating a sticky sweet treat.

"Cheers!" I say, hitting my creation against his.

"I want to taste yours." Harry's mouth is full of food, and it's the cutest thing I have ever seen.

"Harry, they are the exact same." I giggle, taking another bite and feeling the graham cracker break under my fingers.

"I need to judge. Make sure I am the best." Harry shrugs and it makes me give in. Holding out the s'more to my boyfriend, I allow him to take the final bite, finishing my treat off. I place my finger in my mouth, sucking off an extra spot of marshmallow. "Yup, mine is better." Swatting his chest, I shake my head and move to explore the rest of our campground.

I walk down to the back corner of the yard, taking in the beautiful view of our sleeping arrangements. My boyfriend is so thoughtful, and I love that little details always matter to him. I've been missing him as he has been working a lot, and having this moment together really brings me back home.