Disclaimers still apply
Campy! Part 1 (!)
She much preferred shopping, staying in and watching movies, or at least sleeping in a bed, but she could learn to like camping, too. It was refreshing in a lot of ways, to be out in the open air, no pressures, and a week of catching up with her father, and his surprisingly likeable fiance. And sharing a tent with Sam. She probably would have put that at the top of the 'pros' list, but she'd never admit that out loud. However, Brooke was a little bit surprised (though she probably shouldn't be) and either a little bit put off or turned on (when it comes to Sam, there's a fine, fine line) by a turn in Sam's behavior. She'd taken to reclusive walks and sitting on rocky outcrops, watching the sky and the trees, probably thinking about philosophy or writing poetry.
Tonight was spent the same way. Brooke found Sam sitting on a hill a short way away from camp, wrapped in a blanket, looking sexy. Pensive. She looks pensive.
"What's up, Sammie?"
"Just thinking. It's like the moon leads a double life…" Sam trailed off, eyes trained on the giant white orb hovering above her nose. The seconds of silence and inquisitive eyes begged an explanation, "It assures the sun that it will always come in second place, hiding by day, but as soon as the sun skirts away over the horizon, it brings this place a second life... that's sort of more beautiful than the sun's."
"How poetic. Did you remember your poetry book, Hemmingway?"
"Haha, you don't appreciate the beauty of small observations. How surprising."
"I appreciate beauty just fine, thank you." I appreciate you, after all, Sammie. "I also appreciate not-freezing to death." Sam's eyes rolled but she lifted her blanket, ushering Brooke in. The blanket wasn't big enough to allow space between their bodies (Which was not at all part of Brooke's plan…), so Brooke ended up half on Sam's lap and entirely in bliss. Surprisingly to Brooke, Sam continued their banter like cuddling for warmth was part of the routine.
"Although I wouldn't dispute if you wanted to remark on his double life. I guess he's got nothing on us, rivals to the death during school." Sam paused and looked down at Brooke, "But friends behind closed and heavily guarded secret doors..."
"Friends..." a hint of disdain gleamed in Brooke's voice, and she stiffened tentatively against Sam's shoulders.
"Well, yeah, unless I'm just making an ass out of myself and prematurely assuming that you admitting you enjoy my company was a gesture of friendship..."
"No, it's fine... You're right." For now... Brooke thought, settling into the crook of Sam's arms, grin teeming with designs for seduction.