We all ate the brats and hamburgers the guys made, and then Patrick and Kiara left to go to the store.
"What exactly are they buying?" Tasha asked as Ryan built a bonfire.
"Beer. Probably cheap beer," Landon responded.
I scrunched up my nose. "I hate beer."
Ryan rolled his eyes. "They're going to get some other stuff, too, Care."
"Okay." Ryan sat next to me and I cuddled up to him. The sun was setting, and the temperature was dropping. "Ry, I'm cold."
He looked at me. "Then go get a sweatshirt. And a blanket. Bring a sweatshirt for me, too. And it's getting buggy out here, so can you get the bug spray too?" I shot him a look. I got up and I saw the bug spray on the picnic table, so I threw it at Ryan. It hit him in the chest and he jumped. "You better watch yourself. You still owe me." He smirked and I rolled my eyes and crawled into our tent.
After I had cuddled up to Ryan again, both of us warm, Patrick and Kiara pulled up. Patrick unloaded a few Styrofoam coolers, some ice, and a bunch of alcohol. Ryan stood up and walked over to help, and the other guys followed suit. Kiara had opened her car door and bolted to the bathroom. When she came back, everyone already had a drink in their hand.
"Sorry, I just had to pee so bad," Kiara said with a huge smile plastered across her face. She ran over to her tent and grabbed a sweatshirt and walked back to the fire.
I shivered and flipped my hood onto my head. Ryan wrapped his arm around me and took a swig of his beer, while I drank my favorite, Mike's Hard Pomegranate Lemonade. We talked for a while about various things and soon everyone had gotten tipsy.
"I'll be right back," I told Ryan as I stood up.
He looked up at me. "Where are you going?"
"Bathroom."
Ryan stood up and took my hand. "I'll come with you."
I raised my eyebrows. "Okay."
We walked to the bathrooms slowly and when we got there, I peed quickly and washed my hands. I looked at Ryan. "Do you have to go?" I asked him, nodding at the toilet.
He shook his head. "Nope. Just wanted to be with you."
I smiled and slammed Ryan against the wall, kissing him as I pushed. It was sloppier than usual, my aim was off. Ryan kissed me with a hunger. Even though we were both very drunk, there was still a passion between us. Ryan moved from my lips to my neck. I breathed in his scent as he moved back up. I stuck my hands in his auburn hair and gave him everything I had, then stopped and stumbled back to the bonfire.
Tasha passed out at about four o'clock. Logan and Landon half carried, half dragged her into their tent. Patrick and Kiara had both headed to their tent, and me and Ryan helped Payton into her tent as well. After everyone was zipped inside, Ryan and I waited for the fire to go out, and soon after went to bed. I don't remember changing my clothes at all, but when I woke up, all I wore were my underwear and Ryan's sweatshirt from the night before. Ryan was still sleeping. I didn't hear anyone outside, so I checked the time on my phone – 1:14. I rolled on top of Ryan and kissed him, hard, on the lips. He raised his eyebrows and stretched.
"Fuck," he said, lightly pushing me off him. "My head hurts."
I laughed and sat up. He looked at me and raised his eyebrows again.
"Shit. What did we do last night?"
I looked at myself again. "Your guess is as good as mine."
He almost pulled the blankets off of himself, but then stopped and quickly said, "I know what we did last night."
My eyes got big and I panicked. "Shit!" I whispered, "Do you see a condom anywhere?"
Disgusted, Ryan lifted his used condom from under the blankets. "Yeah. I told you I know what we did."
"Oh, God," I sighed, relieved. "Make sure you throw it out."
"Ew."
"And don't let anyone see it."
"Ew."
"Just go!" I told him, pointing out of the tent.
Ryan sat up and reached for his boxers, which had magically been thrown in my direction. He slipped them on and looked around for his sweatpants. He was digging everywhere, a confused look on his face. Then he looked at me for a second, lifted me up on his shoulder, found his pants under me, and laid me back down. I laughed and he grabbed the nasty condom.
"Hide it!" I told him.
"In what?" Ryan asked me.
"A Kleenex or something."
Ryan grabbed a Kleenex from the box and wrapped it around the condom. Then he headed outside to throw it away. "What the shit?" I heard him scream. I poked my head out curiously to see what happened. Patrick must have jumped out at him, because he was laughing at his younger brother, who was now on the ground. "Pat! Why the fuck did you do that?" Patrick was still laughing. Ryan stood up and brushed himself up. I started laughing at how angry Ryan was. Ryan glanced back at me and looked pissed.
Patrick also saw me and laughed harder. "Even your girlfriend is laughing at you! Oh, man, that was so perfect."
He stomped over to the garbage can and threw away the Kleenex. He glared at me as he walked back to the tent. I pulled my head back inside and Ryan angrily joined me. "Why are you so upset by that?" I asked him as he lay back down. Ryan didn't answer me, so I quickly pulled my bathing suit on and left.