My best friend, Brantley, and I are going camping for the weekend. He's borrowing his family's camper and we're going out to campground, which is currently where we're headed now. I'm scrolling through Instagram while he's driving and come upon his most recent post and my heart starts pounding. I double-tap to like, post a comment, look over at him and nearly swoon. What is going on?? What's wrong with me?? Why do I feel like this?? I'm goin' crazy now. (haha, TikTok is taking over my free time) (pictures from Pinterest, if these are actual usernames, they are not known to me )
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About three and a half hours later, we've safely made it to the campground and have set up at our reserved spot. Brantley unlocks the camper door and we go in. "Now, there's only one bed, technically, my parents have an extra mattress they use when they put the table down and put a bed there, but I didn't bring it because I've slept there, and it's so uncomfortable," Brantley says, looking at me. "Okay," I say. "It's not like we haven't shared a bed before." He smiles and then walks up to me, brushing the hair from my eyes. We both stare at each other for what feels like forever but is probably only like thirty seconds.
That evening, we grill burgers on the grill. After we eat, we lock up the camper, making sure that someone has keys, and decide to go on a hike. Brantley grabs his backpack and puts two water bottles, a few granola bars, and two Powerades in there, as well as a flashlight and extra batteries and a teeny first-aid kit. "Are we ready?" he asks me. I nod. "I think so... Do you have the keys? Your phone?" "Yep. Do you have your phone?" I pull it from my pocket and show him.
We get back to the campground about two hours later and light a fire, getting out the stuff for S'mores. As it gets dark, the fire becomes more and more relaxing. "I'm going to go get a sweatshirt, I think," I tell Brantley. "Do you want one?" "Yeah, thanks," he says, but he stands up too. He grabs my wrist as I go to walk past him, and since we were already standing pretty close together, he leans forward and touches his lips to mine softly. I gasp, not meaning to let it be heard, but Brantley hears it and I can feel his lips smile against mine. "How about we put the fire out and go inside?" Brantley asks me. I nod. "I'll go ahead in," I say and head toward the camper, turning on the light on the outside of the door and the light inside. I kick my shoes off and then I crawl onto the bed and lean into the corner, waiting for Brantley to come in. He comes in a few minutes later, shutting and locking the camper door. He kicks his shoes off as he looks at me and crawls toward me. He reaches my lips with his and puts both of his arms around me, pulling me onto his lap and leaning back against the wall. I'm breathless and we both kiss each other as if our lives depend on it. "You smell like campfire smoke," Brantley says against my lips. "So do you," I reply, laughing. "Let's go shower," he whispers. "Together? Is that even allowed?" I ask him. "Who cares?"
Which is how fifteen minutes, we're both standing in the campground shower will both curtains pulled and flipflops on. Showering in a campground is kind of unconventional because the water only runs for so many minutes. Brantley has lips against mine when the water kicks off for the second time, and without even looking, he presses it and the water kicks back on.
About thirty minutes later, we're back in the camper, cuddled up together in the bed. "Cas?" Brantley asks, breaking the silence. "Yeah, Brant?" I reply. "I feel like I should tell you that that's one of the main reasons I planned this camping trip. To kiss you. The other reason was just to be with you." "Aww, bubba," I whisper, turning his head to kiss him.
The next morning when I wake up, Brantley's not in the camper. I look around, and then I roll out of bed, put my shoes on and go outside. Brantley is outside cooking breakfast. " "Good morning," Brantley says as I walk out of the camper. He kisses me quickly and then turns back to the grill.
After we eat, we end up back in the camper. "What do you want to do today?" I ask him. He shrugs and kisses my neck. "Maybe go for a hike?" he suggests. "Take a nap when we get back?" "I like that idea,"
So we do go for a hike, but when we get back, Brantley shoves me down onto the bed and crashes his lips onto mine, his hands running up and down my body. He starts kissing my neck, pulling the collar of my shirt down to reach more skin. Both of us are breathing heavily.
We don't do much else on Saturday, and Sunday morning we leave around eight AM. "I wish I could stay with you," I whisper, grabbing his hand as we drive down the road. "I know, but we live close together. It's not like we're super far away from each other," he replies, kissing my hand. "I know,"
We've been home now for about five hours at this point when my phone rings. "Hello?" I say. "Hey," Brantley's voice says. "Come over, I miss you," "Okay. I'll be there in a few minutes,"
A few minutes later, I'm pulling into Brantley's driveway. He meets me at the front door. "My siblings are already driving me insane," he says underneath his breath. I laugh. "Mine too. I'm glad you called," He smiles and kisses me. "Hey, Cas," Brantley's little sister, Ava, calls as she walks by down the hallway. I raise my hand. "Hey,"
Brantley and I are sitting on his bed watching 'Nate and Jeremiah: Save my House' on HGTV. "They're so cute and perfect together," I say. "Right?! I hope we're like that one day." Brantley says softly. I look at him. "Designers?" "No, happy and married with a family," "Aww," I turn and kiss him hard. "I hope we're like that too someday," I whisper. He kisses me again and smiles. "I love you, Cas," he whispers. "I love you too, Brant," I tell him. He kisses me again, and we cuddle up together.
