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Created on: July 07, 2009
There were six of them, three young boys and three teenaged girls. They had decided to go camping for the weekend. Of course, their parents all thought they were at sleepovers, boys with boys and girls with girls. They sat around the campfire laughing and telling stories of their stupidity during junior high. One girl rolled her eyes and thought to herself they weren't much far off from the maturity level of junior high at that very moment.
"Man, this is gonna be a blast!" Mark exclaimed as he pulled Sarah to him. Justin was with Mariah and Hogan was with Jessica or Jessie as she was more well known.
"Yeah, right," Jessie scoffed. She scooted closer to Hogan and snuggled, "I hate camping you know that right?"
Hogan rubbed her arm and held her tight, "Yes, I know," he kissed the top of her head, "and thanks for coming anyway." She smiled up at him. He was so handsome but more than that, he had a good heart. She knew she was in love with him already. Although they were only seniors in high school, she hoped to spend the rest of her life with him. Jessie's romantic thoughts were interrupted by Mark and Justin being stupid.
"Let's see if we can make a torch with our flatulence," Mark laughed at his use of the word.
"I don't think so!" Sarah slaped Mark on the arm. Justin and Mark laughed rauciously while Hogan just shook his head.
"Those two," he muttered. The group roasted hot dogs, marshmallows and drank enough energy drinks to keep a small army awake. It was well past midnight and the girls were beginning to yawn. Mariah turned to Justin and pecked him on the cheek. She stood, took his hand and said, "Coming?"
Justin grinned and answered, "If I'm lucky," then jumped up to follow her. Mark and Sarah followed suit leaving Hogan and Jessie to themselves.
"You ready for bed?" Jessie asked with wide eyes.
"Sure," he shrugged. Their relationship had not gone as far as the others, Hogan respected her more than that and Jessie respected herself far more than that. They wrapped themselves in their respective sleeping bags, kissed each other softly and said goodnight. Soon, they heard noises from the other tents that were somewhat embarrassing to them but neither said a word. Jessie was grateful Hogan had pitched their tent further than necessary into the woods. Jessie wondered what he was thinking but then thought maybe she didn't want to know. She certainly did not want him to know what she was thinking! Hogan cleared his
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