I could have updated yesterday,… but I get the feeling that my laptop doesn't like me anymore,… every time I check my e-mails my internet is not that what it used to be… so I had the chapter… but no internet…
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Missouri 2
Riley's Perspective
I've never been a sleep-outside-fan. I've done it way to often, involuntary. I shuddered at the memory. The word 'camping' did not hold any fun in it's meaning for me.
"Why didn't you wake me at the hour be agreed on?" Ben asked sleepily when we arrived at the Missouri River.
"And disturb your sleep? Besides, I was just having too much fun driving." I lied.
"Yeah, right! Thanks, Ri!" He patted my back.
"So boys, we have a long walk to our camp site." Abi cheered and handed Ben a tent. For once I was really thankful that I was smaller than Ben. I didn't want to carry that heavy tent. I had only my laptop, with a hopefully loaded battery and Abi had a bag of food.
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"This is a gorgeous place to stay." Abi was standing on a green spot, surrounded by high trees and bordered by the river.
"Okay, Riley are you going to help me with the tent? Abi can prepare the food." Ben said, helplessly struggling with the bag the tent was in.
We decided to put the tent between some trees. Ben and I pitched the tent while Abi made a little campfire near the river. I didn't know, whether making a campfire here was legal or not. But hey, we've already stolen the Declaration of Independence and kidnapped the President.
"Yummy, I love eating ants." I said sarcastically.
Ben threw a sleeping back at me and countered: "What do you think Abi will prepare, except for ants?"
"Ben, you're creepy." I made a disgusted face when I caught the second and the third sleeping bags. "Are you planning on making marshmallows?" I looked at Ben hopefully.
Immediately, a bag of marshmallows flew through the air, my favorite ones. I caught them and smiled at Ben.
"Riley, have you ever… pitched a tent?" This guy was really clueless, I went to him and inspected the tent. Okay, I was clueless, too.
"I know, how it should look at the very end." I shrugged.
"That's a start." Ben shook his head.
"Do you think we should ask Abi to help us?" I asked him, believing, that she might have an idea.
"Riley, we've found the Templar Treasure and the City of Gold, I really think we can handle a tent." Ben assured. I wasn't that sure.
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Ben's Perspective
"Riley, this is supposed to be here!" I pointed to one of the poles. We were fighting with the tent for a half an hour.
"No, this is too long." Riley sounded despaired. I already broke two tent pegs and Riley made a nice scratch on the floor of the tent. The grass was thankfully dry, so it doesn't really matter.
"Time to eat, gu-…" Abi were first gasping for breath then laughing when she came to up to us.
"Stop laughing and start helping." Riley snapped.
"Yeah I should if I don't want to sleep at the ground." Abi continued laughing, when she started to give instructions.
After ten minutes the tent was built and Abi smiled at us, satisfied. "Was it really that difficult?" she mocked. I was surprised to hear Riley genuinely laugh.
"So, let's go eat something." Abi grabbed one of my hands and winked Riley to join us.
Abi had grilled some bread we ate with different toppings. Riley was stuffing himself. He ate two pieces of bread, I assumed he wanted to stuff the square with the marshmallows.
"Ben, tell a story, please." Abi and I had to laugh at Riley's sudden plead. "What? It's a tradition to tell stories around a campfire. And you always love telling stories. So now's your chance."
"What about?" I looked at Riley, who was sitting next to me. All three of us were on our rolled up sleeping bags, blankets wrapped around us, Abi and I were sharing one, Riley got his own and above us was a large blanket so we wouldn't freeze.
"Page 47?" Riley asked halfheartedly, not really expecting an answer. Abi on my other side shook her head.
"What about?" I simply ignored his question.
"Hm, worth a try. Anything, but not a treasure story that you and your father have tell a hundred or thousand times, I want a new one." He coughed as he swallowed a hot marshmallow.
"How about a horror story?"
"No." I heard from every side.
"Scaredy-cats!" I laughed.
"Either you'd tell us something so incredibly boring that it becomes scary or you're going to bore us to death. Or you'll tell us a story from your grandpa, and those are… scary." Riley admitted.
"I don't know what else to tell, do you want a story from my childhood?" Riley and I both looked at Abi, when she laughed.
"That- wasn't… a… joke?" She asked between laugher, when she saw my face.
"No!" I shouted insulted.
"Sorry…." She broke into more giggling.
"What's up with her, we didn't even have alcohol." I asked Riley.
"She, well, we know stories of your childhood. The stories about your parents and you are more than boring." Riley explained with a pleased smile.
"Oh, do you think?" Abi stopped laughing at my harsh tone, Riley looked shocked, too. "Okay Riley, why don't you tell us a story about you and your wonderful parents?"
I regretted the words, the moment they have left my mouth. "Riley, I…" But he was already in the woods with his sleeping bag, hopefully on his way to the tent.
I hit my forehead. Great, that was really stupid. "Ben, what about his parents? I know nothing about them, only that his mother is dead. What is it?" Abi asked, curiously.
"Abi, I should have never said that. I can't explain Riley's personal business to you. Sorry."
"Okay." Abi said, glaring at the flames: "We should go to bed." She stood up and put out the fire.
When we got in the tent Riley was in his sleeping bag, facing the blue material of the tent.
I locked eyes with Abi to ask her whether she would mind if I slept in the middle. She shrugged and I laid my sleeping bag down next to Riley, taking a brief glance at his face. His eyes were open, not staring anywhere particularly, but they were full of anger. Then he squeezed them shut and his face became a painful mask when I threw the blanket over him.
"Sorry." I whispered, briefly putting my hand on his shoulder. I lay down in my own sleeping bag.
"Good night!" I said to them both, not expecting to get an answer and just getting a sniff from Riley's side. How stupid could I be to say something like that? I've never felt so much guilt in my life. Why did I betray him like that?
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You know, it really bothers me, that I have no idea what is on page 47… that was really mean not to tell the watchers… I hope they will eventually…
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