I stand up, taking Jake's hand in mine.
"Come on then, lets get to making stuff,"
Jake plants a warm kiss to my cheek, before walking off to gather firewood. My cheek lights up with blush instantly. I was always shy and nervous, and his boldness always made me feel better. How did I land such a good boyfriend?
"Ah, fuck. Luke help!" I sprint over to him, and his hand is covered in a red substance. My face instantly pales, as I take his hand in mine. I rush him to the tent, grabbing my first aid kit. And as I go to wipe the blood-like liquid, he bursts out laughing, tears stabbing the corner of his eyes as they threaten to fall.
"It's food colouring. I brought it to prank you babe," he manages to say, before falling to the floor, rolling in laugher as he watches my face twist between multiple emotions before landing on worry.
"You prick! I thought you'd sliced yourself!" I shout. And as he laughs, he screams. I realise he had rolled onto thorns.
"Karma," I mumble.
"Fair," He picks me up and spins me. "Let's get the wood together,"
I slide my jacket on, before joining Jake in the woods. We pick many branches, while also playing around. After about three hours, we manage to return to camp, seeing a group of biker kids pull up, launching their helmets to the side.
The leader walks over to us, an annoyed expression painting his face.
"Get. Out. Of. Our. Spot," He says slowly, as if that would make us understand the crap he was saying.
Jake, being the protective boyfriend he is, stands in front of me, glaring at the guy. "No, I suggest you leave. We clearly have our camp here, so piss off,"
I stand, shocked, as they argue for a few minutes, before the leader and his gang zoom off.
"Sorry about that babe,"
"it's okay,"
We slide into the tent. I set an alarm for 11pm, an hour before the event. And we both fall asleep.