{Fire's POV}
I walk into the living room, where Moose is. We were packing for a camping trip. We were gonna meet up with Snap and Ben, and Wild and Ryan for camping.
"You have everything?" Moose asked me. "Yeah, lemme go grab my sleeveless Fire Fam hoodie, though," I say, and run to my room to grab it from my bed.
"Ready to go?" he asks from the garage as he smiles. "Yep," I say, and I pull my hoodie over my head and slip it on as we get in the G-Wagon.
[Time Skip]
We made it to the campsite where the others were, and I unpacked the tent and stuff until we were all set up.
"Hey, we can all sit around the fire and talk about scary stories," Ryan suggested like an actual father of someone would. (He told many sad jokes after this, which is totally unnecessary but hey, it's in here. I'M BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL I'M SORRY I'M SORRY.)
As we told scary stories, Snap telling one at that moment, I felt an itch on my arm. "Fire, there's a mosquito on you," Moose said.
I looked at my arm and shrugged. "It'll be fine," I say as I flex my arm, blood rushing to the mosquito until it ("exploded") flew off my arm. "Wow, how'd you do that?" Moose asked. "I'm strong in my arms."
"That's something that'll come in handy," Moose thought to himself. I laughed it off as Snap finished her scary story.
