#c.event

Blake was walking toward the tents when he heard the thunder. Of course it could rain, it was nature. He felt the drops on his head, on his back. He hurry his steps, walking a little faster in order to not get wet. What fun would it be if he got sick. All tents looked the same and he was half drunk in all honesty. He reached to the first one thinking it would be his, making his way through the zipper door and closing it behind him. Turning around to see her, “Oh fuck. I’m sorry.” He laughed, this again. Of course it would happened to him, but at least he was not out there in the rain anymore.

Blake kept walking, through the woods. Everything was green, was there a place greener than this? He could get used to the clean air. Not so many people around him. The good company. “Can you smell that?” He asked, filling his lungs with the fresh cold air. “Fuck, I think it smells like weed.” He started laughing. 

Blake looked around trying to figure out what was out there. “Anyone out there?” It was dark and it was the woods after all. He got a stick from the floor, it would serve its purpose just in case he was in danger. 

Blake had seen the list, he wasn’t going to admit it but he was excited about this trip. This things made him felt like a teenager, and he was going to grasp to them as much as he could. He looked around for King, as soon as he got off the bus. Spotting him after a few seconds. “Hey bud!” He reached up to him, half smile on his face. “I guess where kind of stuck with each other for this trip.”

First day in the camp, wasn’t as bad. Time for a walk, get to know the place around. What it had to offer. It was dark, but Blake didn’t mind. Most of his mates were still out, having fun. Fun was the entire point of this trip after all. He walked toward the deck, he had always like the moon’s reflection on the water. He didn’t expect to find her there, though. He knew, he knew she was around and he had to admit. He had been avoiding her, not because he didn’t want to see her, because he wanted. Just because he couldn’t, not yet. But the universe had his timing, and he knew. He knew he couldn’t avoid this anymore. He walked toward her, his heart probably beating more than it should. Why? He looked at her reaching completely next to her. Why? “It’s a nice view, right?” He asked, looking at her.

Blake wasn’t a good cook. He had never been, even though he tried. He knew how to make pancakes and cereal. That had to count, right? He looked around all the stuff, trying to figure out where he was going to start. “How did I got stuck with cooking duties?” He asked out loud. Maybe he should asked for help, before burning the entire woods down.

“You packed that much stuff for camping?” 

Blake looked up as soon as he heard the words. “Oh you’re gonna regret not packing as much as I did.” He smiled, trying to sort all his stuff outside the tent. “Come, I’ll show you what I brought.” He opened the tent and walked in, with the biggest of luggages he had brought. Not exactly full of clothing. 

’ I’m not sure what we’re doing here. ’ 

"Are you drunk?” Blake joke, though he wish he, himself was. He wasn’t one to get drunk as much, but it had been one of his hobbies lately. Plus wasn’t the purpose of this entire trip to have fun. “Me either, to be honest. I’m pretty sure, we’re suppoused to read the instructions before setting up the tent.”