Chapter 2
"So then I said to the guy, 'Of course you can have my watch,' and then I…"
"No offense Marth, but Michael can't tell very good stories." whispered Nick to Marth. Marth smiled.
"And as he was screaming I-"
"Michael!" interrupted Eliwood. "You already told us this part!"
"Oh." thought Michael. "Then let me tell you the one about when I gave the bartender at Hot Tuna-"
"Michael!" interrupted Marth. "I think we, um, are all going to, uh, pitch the tents now."
"They are already pitched, Marth." replied Nick. Roy smacked his forehead. Eliwood gave Nick an evil glare.
"Well then, I think we should all go to bed then, okay?" said Marth, glancing at the group, most of which were yawning, probably because of Michael's storytelling.
"But it's only-" started Michael.
"Goodnight Michael!" shouted Calvin, walking towards his own tent, which he shares with Nick and Michael.
Marth rolled his eyes and walked towards his own tent, with his sleeping bag on his shoulder. When he got to the tent, Marth tried to get his sleeping bag into it, but it wouldn't fit in the opening.
"Could you guys help me?" he said, straining.
Roy and Eliwood grabbed the bag and started pulling.
"What on Earth do you have in here, Marth!" Roy asked, straining.
"It's just a big sleeping bag!" Marth responded.
"No kidding!" Eliwood said.
Then they got the bag in, Eliwood fell on his back, then let out a heavy sigh.
"Well, I'm glad that's taken care of." he said, getting up and dusting himself off.
"What are we going to do tomorrow?" Roy asked, opening up his sleeping bag.
"I'm not sure." Marth said, "But we'll plan it."
Since it was cold at night, Roy took off his headband, and the band that kept his hair back. His long hair was touching the ground. Eliwood's eyes widened.
"Um….Roy? Can I ask you a question?" he asked.
"If it concerns my hair, then no." he said. Everyone had asked him about his long hair and how he kept it back. He got tired of that after awhile.
"All right." Eliwood said, "Sorry."
"Hey Eliwood, is your hair like your brothers?" asked Marth.
"Roy never cuts his hair, but I do." He answered, "Why?"
"Just wondering."
"Let's just get some sleep." Eliwood said, burying himself into his sleeping bag, "Goodnight."
"Goodnight." Roy said.
"Goodnight!" Marth said.
10:00 PM
Michael tossed and turned around his sleeping bag. He couldn't get back to sleep. Calvin heard the noise and groaned.
"Michael, what's wrong?" he asked.
"I can't sleep." Michael said.
Calvin thought for a moment, then he had an idea. "Try counting sheep."
"Are you joking?"
"No."
"You know that stuff never works on me!"
"Then be quiet." Calvin said, burying himself in his sleeping bag.
"How?" Michael asked.
Calvin didn't answer, he was already fast asleep.
Michael groaned, and went back to sleep...or tried to at least.