No Touching In The Tent
“It’s raining” I complain
“You’ve said” Ted comments, pulling our tent and bags out of the back of the van. To say our school is supposed to have a big budget, the van that brought us to this camping site really left a lot to be desired.
“Come along students!” The teacher trills “I know it’s raining but you’ve all got tents to assemble!” She flounces off, ready to make her own pop up tent.
“I really hope you’ve made a tent before” I tell Ted “Because you’ve met Layla, and it’s because of her that I never went camping as a child and am completely clueless with tents”
“I used to go camping all the time” Ted informs me “Don’t sweat it, Jones, I got this”
It turns out though, Ted has not got this.
After half an hour of watching Ted struggle, getting soaked by the rain as I do so, I step in to lend a hand, and between us we manage to get the thing up. He wants to rush inside, but I make him take off his boots, and leave his wet coat in the opening of the tent.
I do the same, and together we lay out the sleeping bags in the tent. “Surely there should be some kind of rule that forbids boys and girls sleeping in a tent together?” I point out, and Ted laughs, leaning back on his sleeping bag.
“I dunno. I mean everyone’s switching tents anyways” Ted tells and I stare at him, gobsmacked “Well, everyone except us anyways”
“There was a choice to switch tents?!” I shriek, and fall back onto the sleeping bag and groan.
“Don’t be so down Jones, look what I’ve got” Ted tells me, and I cover my eyes with my hands.
“I don’t want to see what you’ve got” I groan, hoping Ted isn’t undoing his trousers.
“No, seriously look” He says, and I open my eyes and sit up. It’s a rubber spider, like those ones you get on Halloween. “I was gonna throw it into Georgie and Susan’s tent later” He sniggers, and I laugh.
“They’ll scream the place down” I point out, my evil mind delighting in the chaos that could potentially unfold.
“That’s the point” Ted grins, and reaches into his bag, and pulls out a note pad and pen.
“Hang on, I thought you and Georgie had a thing going” I point out, and Ted looks at me like I’ve just drooled on myself.
“Jones that was all last week. Besides... She’s too... blonde” Ted laughs, and for a second I’m shocked that he thinks a girl can be too blonde.
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