Author's Note: To Ruzila...I started writing this chapter one or two days before you posted the first chapter where Amy and Bruce went on their trip, so don't go thinking I copied you! LOL. I read yours and was like, whoa....
Chapter 12: Disaster Ahead
Bruce drove in silence for the last two miles of the trip, as Amy had fallen asleep, and he turned the radio off to appease her. As he reached their secret getaway, he gently shook Amy awake.
Amy groggily opened her eyes and yawned widely. "Are we there?"
"Yes, we're there, sleepyhead," Bruce laughed, tweaking her nose. "Take a look and tell me what you think."
Amy blinked a few times until her vision was back in focus, then gasped at the sight she saw. Bruce had driven them to a secluded cabin in the middle of the woods.
"Do you like it?" Bruce asked.
"I like it if there's electricity," Amy said, remembering her disastrous camping trip with Stu Collins.
"Relax," Bruce ordered her. "I know you aren't the biggest fan of camping. There is electricity and even an indoor bathroom!"
Amy looked relieved to hear that. "Let's get this vacation started!"
They hopped out of Bruce's car and began the trek to the cabin, with Bruce lugging the majority of their luggage behind him.
When they finally reached the cabin, Bruce was huffing and puffing like the Big Bad Wolf, while Amy was excitedly examining the inside of the cabin.
"This is gorgeous, Bruce!" she exclaimed. "How did you arrange all this?"
"It belongs to my aunt," he panted. "She died a few years ago, and it's just stayed in the family. My sister uses it from time to time, and I've come up here a few times to get away from everything."
"Wow," Amy breathed, searching the rooms. She found the kitchen and squealed. "There's an old-fashioned stove in here! This is so amazing!"
"Oh, crap," Bruce suddenly muttered.
Amy stuck her head around the corner and peeked at Bruce. "What 'oh, crap?' This is supposed to be our vacation, our good time to ourselves."
"I never thought about getting groceries," he admitted. "We're going to have to go buy something."
"Oh, Bruce, we just got here," Amy begged. "Can't we enjoy the wilderness for awhile?"
"Sure. Sure, that'd be okay," he agreed reluctantly. "We just have to remember to get some before tomorrow."
"Why before tomorrow?"
Bruce gave her a look. "Don't you think it would be nice to have food here for breakfast when we wake up?"
"You have a point, Mr. Van Exel," Amy agreed. "Your logic is flawless."
"Of course it is. I took a class." He grinned and Amy shook her head at him, smiling as well. He put his arm around her and they retreated to one of the bedrooms, intending on unpacking and then going grocery shopping.
However, once they got to the bedroom, they laid down on the bed and fell asleep – leaving both their unpacking and grocery shopping undone.
Amy woke up first to see a few errant rays of sun filtering in through the gauze curtains. "Oh, God, is it morning already?" she muttered to herself, smacking her lips to get that fuzzy morning taste out of her mouth. She looked over at Bruce, who was laying with one arm next to his side and the other across his chest. Amy leaned over and dropped a chaste kiss on his cheek, awakening him.
He rolled over and groaned, then opened his eyes and looked at Amy, then past her to the sunlit window. "Oh, crap," he realized. "The…"
"Groceries," she finished for him. "I know. And the unpacking." She rolled onto her back, laughing. "Looks like we'll need to go shopping now."
"I don't think so," Bruce responded. Amy gave him a curious look, and he finished. "You're all I need for breakfast." Amy giggled as he kissed her slowly and she sat up in bed, reluctantly pulling away from him, still smiling.
"That's wonderful to hear, darling," she said sarcastically, "but I can't live without my morning coffee." She stood up from the bed and faced him. "Race ya to the bathroom!" Before Bruce could even get out of bed, Amy had fled the room.
He smiled to himself. "I just can't win lately, can I?" He got out of bed and jogged after Amy to the bathroom.