This was the day that Marco Bodt dragged Jean Kirschtein camping.
'Come on Jean, it won't be that bad!' Marco called to Jean and he turned to look at him. Marco's face was beaming, smiling wide. That smile of his always made Jean warm inside and he smirked.
'I never said it was going to be bad, but I'd rather stay home and play video games if you just wanted to hang out,' Reluctantly, Jean dragged his feet over to Marco and hauled the huge rucksack onto his shoulder.
'Jesus!' Jean exclaimed 'What did you pack in here Marco; I thought we were only going for the weekend or did you pack one of your friends in there too!' He laughed at his own joke; everyone knew Marco didn't have any friends except for Jean himself. Although, Jean thought, he didn't have any other friends either, unless you count the ones he met on Xbox Live.
'Um, just the stuff we need I think, like food and a tent and stuff,' Marco chuckled and lifted his hand to the back of his head, cocking it to one side. God. It was so adorable; Jean could feel himself going red. He shook the thought out of his head and laughed a bit more.
'Couldn't we just grab a Maccy D's on the way, it would make the bags a lot lighter,' Jean said as he dropped the bag back down on the floor. It landed with a thud on the concrete of Jean's drive.
'No, we're going to do this all properly; it'll be different, and so much more fun!' Marco turned back towards his car and popped the trunk to reveal another rucksack along with a couple of extra bags.
Marco had driven to Jean's house in his smart Cadillac CTS-V Sedan, just one of the few items that gave away how wealthy he was. You would never be able to tell that he was rich. He was wearing baggy jeans and a white and navy striped shirt with a loose jacket strung over his shoulders. It was these things that made Jean look up to Marco. He was so much like Marco in some respects. Jean didn't like people knowing he was quite poor, especially because he went to a private school. The only reason for Jean going to a private school was because he did well in middle school and got a scholarship. Jean did think that high school would be death at a private school, all the posh people wasting their life away and passing by the good education. In some respects that was all true, until he met Marco. Marco was just so down to earth, driven academically even though he had all the money just to sit and play with his thumbs all day.
Marco was the best friend ever. Him and Jean would always play video games and watch movies together and laugh like the best mates they were. One of the best times they had had, Jean recalled, was pranking the neighbours with the hose-pipe. It was so funny; they had lied on the floor and laughed for hours. Afterwards they sat on the grass and stared at the sky, watching the clouds. Jean always wished that that would happen again; the one moment when he could just forget everything and stare at Marco's eyes chestnut eyes.
That's one of the reasons Jean agreed to come on the silly camping trip, to try and get that feeling of belonging, next to Marco. He also wanted to try to get to know Marco better as whenever Marco was at his house, Jean would never know how to ask him.
'Jean? Jeeaaannn.' Jean jumped off of his train of thought as the faint voice of Marco calling him snapped him back into reality.
'Oh, sorry Marco,' He apologised, 'I was just thinking about this weekend that's all.' Marco smiled at this and replied 'Great! Grab your stuff and open the car then we can be off!'
Jean didn't hesitate after that to grab his stuff and stagger to his GMC Terrain, excited for the adventure ahead.