Toby stared across the small, hastily put together camp.
"It feels… Homey." he thought. "At least nobody will bother us anymore…"
"TOBYYYYY!" shouted Martyn from somewhere in the bordering trees. "GET OFF YOUR BUTT AND HELP ME GET SOME FIREWOOD!"
Toby laughed. "I'm coming, I'm coming, keep it together!" Toby knew Martyn hated it when he was being unhelpful, but it was funny to see how worked up he got over little things. Besides, Martyn never stayed mad at him for long… at least when it wasn't winter. But enough of that, winter was over, the last snow had melted over a week ago.
Martyn looked up from his smallish pile of sticks at Toby, who had a mischievous glint in his eye.
" 'Bout time! Help me, I can't find anything good." Martyn returned to searching under leaves for good wood.
Toby bent over, creeping up to Martyn. Just as he straightened up, ready to tackle, Martyn spun around and jumped, landing on top of Toby.
"Oof! Heeeyyy…" groaned Toby, a mock frown on his face. Toby rolled them over so he was on top. "I was going to tackle you!"
Martyn chuckled. "At least wait until later! The whole reason we're out here is so we can have some.. privacy, and you're just doing it in the woods!"
Toby blushed and rolled off of Martyn. "Martyn, you're so perverted! I was just playing.."
"I know. But it's cute when you get embarrased." Martyn elbowed Toby playfully.
Toby giggled and kissed Martyn's cheek. "You always know how to get yourself out of trouble. Come on then, lets get some wood."