Truthfully Lying

~ ° 11 Lies °~ {Pt. 1}

∆Chapter 11∆
×Pt. 1×

"Harder Dom, you have to do it harder!" Ty ordered, and I was starting to second guess inviting them on this trip. "PUT YOUR BODY INTO IT!" he continued shouting his commands.

"GO FUCK YOURSELF TY!" Dom yelled back as he continued to hammer a pick from the tent down to the ground so it wouldn't fly away.

"That's anatomically impossible."

"I'm five seconds away from making it possible, I'm gonna shove your…"

"Hey guys," I said in a sweet voice from the spot where I was holding the side of the tent Dom wanted, then yelled, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"Seriously how hard is it to set up a tent?" I got up from the ground pulling the instructions out of Ty's hands—he was supposed to be guiding us through the steps— and began reading them. "Okay it sounds really hard the way they phrase it, but at least there's pictures so we don't even need the words," I hope…

"We should put this stick here, and then move that there," I began pointing to materials and instructed Dom to put them in the place they appeared to be in the picture, which could or could not have been right.

I guess we would find out if the tent fell apart on us while we slept at night.

"How's everything going over here? We heard some yelling on our way down…" Wyatt walked down the trail with Amy and Tucker right behind him. They had been unloading all our stuff from the car.

We had decided to take a nice little camping trip. Granted, it hasn't been so nice thus far, just a lot of arguing —mainly from Ty and Dom— although I didn't even know if you could consider their banter arguing… They had such a strange relationship you could never really tell what was going on; they could just as easily be joking around or professing their love for each other.

"Everything’s super dandy, we just like to yell as our form of communication," I grinned at Wyatt "SEE THIS IS PERFECTLY NORMAL," I raised my voice.

He chuckled knowing I was ready to strangle the guys or maybe he just saw me mouthing the word 'help' over and over again.

"Why don't you go take a break?" Wyatt asked.

I got up so fast you might have thought my ass caught on fire. Don't get me wrong I loved Ty and Dom, but you try building anything with them for half an hour and see how many sessions of therapy you need afterwards…

I went to the picnic table and sat down, breathing in the crisp air. To my left there stood a small BBQ grill— the ones that didn't need propane— and a little ways from that was a circle of wood, with logs for seats, that I assumed is where campfires took place.

This place was actually pretty nice.

Amy joined me at the table a friendly smile plastered on her face. "The wind feels good here," she closed her eyes, air brushing through her hair blowing it backwards. I never got how some girls hair did that, all mine did was blow across my face like it was having its own personal dance party.

"Yes, it does."

Amy opened her eyes again moving her head to the left, the smile on her face growing wider. I followed her line of sight, being met with Wyatt and Tucker setting up our tent.

We brought two, the larger one would be for the four of us and the smaller one would go to Dom and Ty.

"How long have you and Tucker been together?" I asked.

She turned her head back towards me, her cheeks turning a light pink —probably because I'd caught her staring— and answered, "almost a year and a half."