Chapter 2

"Blake, right?" Blake's head snapped to the left as a pretty girl with blond hair and blue eyes he knew to be named Amy said his name.

"Yeah." He says shortly as she sits next to him. Blake didn't talk much, or ever really. Around Lynn though, that's when he talked. That's when he showed his feelings, because he knew that, no matter what, she would never ever judge him.

"You should pop the question." She said after a minute.

"What question?" Blake asked after a minute of surprise.

Amy rolled her eyes, "Boys are so stupid." She mumbled before explaining. "You should ask Lynn to marry you."

"What?!"

"I see the way you look at her." Amy pressed. "You should ask now, you never know what's going to happen tomorrow. Or if you'll ever see it." She said no more before getting up and leaving.

Blake thought. He may have the slightest crush on Lynn, but he would never ever admit it. Not even to himself. They've known each other since they were 4. Also, she got him a fucking best friend trophy for his 14th birthday!

Blake thought an thought.

Pussy. His older brothers voice rang out in his head. He needed to lay down.

Blake set up his tent and was given a cot by Dale. Apparently everyone thought he slept with Lynn. Though Blake did not ask for another cot, for tonight he was going to confess.

In too deep. Fuck this friend zone shit. He thought as he set up the cot.

Lynn and Daryl made it back to camp a few hours before sunset with a dozen squirrels. To everyone's pleasure, these squirrels were added to more than 15 fish that Amy and Andrea had caught.

"Um, Lynn?" The girl that was being summoned looked over to see Blake call her name. She had been told that he was sleeping. Guess he woke up. She smiled when she saw his jeans crooked from sleep and his hair in all different directions. He waved her from the tent and she followed him inside.

"What's up?"

"Quick, question." Blake had decided to start with just chatting, butter up Lynn before he confessed.

"Shoot." Lynn sat on the cot.

"Why'd you go with Daryl?"

"You know I like the woods." She said simply.

Blake thought for a minute, he thought they were going to have a meaningful conversation. So he simply pressed on. "Yeah, but why with Daryl?"

"Does it matter?" Blake was utterly surprised. She had never taken this tone with him.

"Is everything okay?" He asked.

"No, it's not okay!" She yelled. She jumped to her feet.

This took an unexpected turn. Blake thought.

What the fuck is wrong with him?! Lynn raged in her mind.

"Tell me what's wrong, it's alright." Blake says calmly standing up with her.

"Everyone thinks we're fucking!"

"But we aren't. And since when do you care what other people think?" Blake had never seen Lynn care about what other people thought of her.

"Because these are - are adults!" She paused. "I think we should sleep in separate tents."

"What?" Blake was completely and utterly shocked.

She stared at him for a minute. Then she took a step closer. Blake just stared at her. When Lynn was inches away she kissed Blake. The way her lips felt against his. . . . Believe it or not, they'd never kissed before. Sure, they've had some horny thoughts and dreams about each other. They even admitted it to each other in a serious game of truth or dare. But now. . . . now that it was actually happening. . . Blake really liked it.

Lynn stepped away and before she left Blake grabbed her wrist. Without any words, he searched her eyes for permission. He pulled her back to him and kissed her once again. But this kiss wasn't like the other one. The other kiss was short, sweet, peaceful. This one was rushed, angry, desperate.

As if on cue, Lynn started working on Blake's belt, and Blake put his hands under her tight wife beater, He paused once his hands were on her waist. He didn't want to do anything she didn't want him to do. He would never be able to forgive himself if he hurt her or made her uncomfortable.

"Do it," She pressed.

He took off her tank top and tried to unclasp her bra. It was some what difficult. Hey, it's hard to unbuckle a belt or unclasp a bra when you're making out.

Soon they were naked on top of each other on the cot. Blake took in her perfectly proportional body. Her beautiful breasts that he felt he wasn't good enough to even look at, but didn't stop himself from doing so. Her perfect, round ass. She had the hourglass shaped figure. With her b-cup breasts and her perfectly rounded rear. They quickly got in a position for Blake to enter Lynn.

Blake paused and looked up at Lynn. He again, didn't want to do anything she didn't want him to.

"Do it, please, don't make me wait Blake!" She begged.

"Don't let me hurt you." He said before putting his cock in her pussy. She moaned loudly and they thrust into each other.

Later that night Lynn and Blake had finally decided to get out of the tent (unravel themselves from each other) and eat some dinner. The two teens had come just in time for dinner. Everyone was putting food on their plates. Lynn's hair was messy -definate sex hair. That of course didn't go unnoticed.

"Ain't fuckin' my ass." Daryl mumbled to Lynn as she stood next to him to get some food.

"Shut up." She mumbled, still sleepy.

Lynn and Blake sat next to each other and started eating. It was their first decent meal in a while. After everyone had had a good meal and the sun started to set everyone started up a conversation.

"Well if those two ain't bumpin' uglies, I don't know what's going on!" Merle shouted in a moment of silence, pointing to Lynn an Blake.

"And why do you care so much about our sex life?" Lynn asked.

"I don't, but someone had to say. Couldn't just pretend that you didn't have sex hair and that his fly wasn't down." Blake hastily fixed that issue.

"Shut up." Lynn was having just about enough if these Dixon brothers.

"This one time," Blake started, he was only really talking to Merle, but everyone was listening in. "Lynn and I were planing to go to this Halloween party. Lynn, of course, had picked the most outrageous costume of a troll she could find. She put different colors in her hair and had it high up in a ponytail on her head. Well, at the party, she got super drunk. This chick can have four or five bears and be wasted. Anyways, she took her hair out of its ponytail and I swear you could get lost on the mess of hair she had. Next morning when she woke up I had to come to her house and help her fucking brush out her naps." Everyone laughed while Lynn punched Blake in the shoulder.

"Wanna go embarrassing stories?" She threatened. The group leaned in to hear. "This moron and me went fourwheeling."

"Please no." Blake put his face in his hands dramatically.

"Anyways, he thought he was better than me! And so he threatened to race. Of course, I won. But he fucking ran off cuz he was so pissed. He was missing for three days."

"I was fucking lost!"

"Yeah, and tell me what you saw when you were lost?" She teased. "This idiot said he saw fucking chupacabra!"

Everyone burst out laughing. "I saw chupacabra once." Daryl said, absentmindedly as he sharpens a hunting knife. Everyone quieted to hear what he had to say. "Was lost too."

"You's liar and a moron!" Merle says through laughter. "The two of you alike!"

"I know what I saw!" Both boys said at the same time.

"This one time, my sister and I, when we were younger, went on a camping trip. We heard some pretty weird sounds and shit." T-dog put in.

"How's it different to believe in a god then it is to believe in chupacabra?" Dale asked knowingly. A few people gave him stares of actual anger!

"God is a whole other topic." Shane spat.

"Not really," Dale said.

"Ain't you right." Daryl muttered.

"This one time, my friend and I went out. She was like Lynn, getting drunk off of four or five bears." Glenn said, drawing everyone's attention. "Anyways, at the bar she started getting flirty with this bartender. After a minute left together. My drunk ass was to stupid to realize that I just lost my fucking ride. So I stumble around outside. Calling for her. The cops come up, and he tries to get me to go with him, obviously. But I said my mom told me never to get in the car with strangers." Everyone laughs, "And he threatens to take away my 12 pack of bear in my right hand. So I chucked it at him. Mind you I'm drunker than my fucking friend had been. I fucking steal the cop car."

"Glenn!" Dale shouts as everyone else is laughing.

"I get in an accident, but it looks so bad on the rookies part that they let me slide while paying - in cash - for the car I crashed." He finishes.

"Damn, Chinamen, you got balls." Merle laughs.

"That reminds me of the time," Shane started, "That I'd been called on in the middle of the night for this fucking reckless redneck who'd stolen a blue Mercedes. It wasn't hard to find him. But when I did he'd been shoving weed down this rookies throat while washing it down with whiskey. He didn't last long." Everyone laughed.

After a good few hours of campfire stories, Lynn whispered to Blake, saying she was gonna go to bed. Blake knew what she was up to, and he wanted to come too. He followed Glenn into the RV before going to the tent.

"Glenn?" He asked. Tge Korean man turned around.

"Hm?"

"I, um, need something."

"What?"

Blake sighed dramatically before answering. "A condom." He says in a sort if surrendering tone.

Glenn bursts out laughing. He nearly falls over as he gets the item out of a drawer. "Here." He says. "Try and be quiet." He teased. Blake punched him playfully before going to his tent. He showed what ge had in his hand to Lynn. A sly smile spread on her face and she nodded.