10 minutes later, the couple found a perfect spot. A big enough clearing to fit their tent and fire, and a small lake nearby. The set their packs down, and Brian unraveled the tent. He picked up a few poles and stared at them quizzically.
“Uh, Bri, baby, I think you’re supposed to…” Staci started, reaching out to help, but was cut off by Brian, sticking his hand up to stop her.
“It’s all right Stac, I can do it.”
Staci shrugged, and turned back around to finish unpacking some of their things. She set out the food and sleeping bags, and some other necessities they would put in the tent.
“Brian, I’m going to get some wood for the fire later, ok?”
“Yeah, sure, k…” Brian mumbled back, caught up in what he was doing. She smiled, and shook her head, taking off down the path. Staci looked up above her. It looked so amazing. The tips of the trees forming a circle, the blue sky filling in the space. A single cloud poking in the side. Ever few seconds, a bird would fly by, adding just the right touch. She never realized how perfect nature seemed to be when not inhabited and polluted by humans.
‘It’s a pity how people seem to take everything for granted and don’t respect nature as much they should’ Staci thought to herself. She shrugged it off quickly, and began gathering twigs and branches for their fire. Sooner than she thought, Staci had her arms full of wood. Figuring it was enough she started making her way back to their campsite. She almost dropped her firewood at the sight she saw. There was Brian bent over their ‘tent’ trying to fit a pole somewhere it shouldn’t go. Brian quickly turned around when he heard laughing coming from behind him.
“What?” Brian asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Baby, I don’t think that’s what a tent is supposed to look like!”
“What are you talking about? Look here at the picture on the instructions! It looks exactly like it!”
Staci took the papers from him.
“Not quite Brian. Here, maybe if you flipped it the right way…”
Brian crossed his arms and stuck out his tongue.
“If you don’t want to sleep in the tent, you don’t have to!”
“Brian, if we slept in the tent, we would either suffocate by the material falling on us, or we would get stabbed by one of the rods if it tipped over!”
“Well, fine! You do it then!” Brian pouted, and sat on the ground, sticking his bottom lip out. Staci laughed and took over the tent building. A few minutes later, half the time that it took Brian, the tent was built to perfection. Brian stared at her in mock anger.
“Pshaw! I could have done that!”
“Then whey didn’t you?” Staci smiled.
“Because… Because… I didn’t want to!!”
Staci shook her head and rolled her eyes.
“C’mon, B, we gotta get our stuff set up.”
“Fine,” Brian sighed. Him and Staci grabbed their sleeping bags and pillows, and got in their tent. Brian set his sleeping bag down, and looked around.
“Hmm…”
“What?” Staci asked, an eyebrow raised.
“It doesn’t look like there’s enough room for both sleeping bags here.”
“Baby, there’s lots of room…”
Brian cut her off.
“I guess we’ll just have to share one,” he said, sighing dramatically. Staci laughed softly.
“I guess you’re right. Damn, this is gonna suck!”
Brian looked at his girlfriend in mock horror, his mouth wide open.
“Fine, you can sleep on the cold hard ground. I could have kept you warm, but nnoooooo!! You had to go and make fun of me!”
“Brian, first of all, you know I was kidding,
and secondly, I wasn’t making fun of you,” Staci said, crawling over to
Brian, and planting a kiss on his lips. Brian’s frown instantly turned
into a smile.