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Chapter 8 Camping
BRIDGET POV
"Is everyone packed up?" dad hollers up the step.
"Yeah dad!" Shaynne and I yell down the steps from our rooms.
"JINX!" Shaynne yells at me.
Well that sucks. I can't talk until someone says my name now! No one will say my name. They don't have the hear to do it. Dad will if I get to him, which doesn't happen much. My brother is so dead. Wait, Shaynne's older and stronger than me. What's up with that? It's so not fair. Oh well. I'd rather be the youngest than the oldest anyway.
I grab my stuff and head downstairs silently, except for clunking my suitcase down the steps. That is only to make everyone annoyed and say my name.
"Don't clunk," dad says wagging his pointer finger and avoiding my name.
I stick my tongue at him for not falling in the trap. Anakin can somehow lure people in her traps and catch them. I might have to ask her what her secret is. She'd tell me. She must've told Chevy. Plus, Anakin tells me everything.
Dad laughs at my childish actions. Well guess what dad. I'm mute and I have to use body language to communicate with you. Ha.
Shaynne comes down the steps without clunking his suitcase down the steps. Hey, he can talk so he doesn't need his name to save him. Not fair. Dork.
"Is everyone ready for camping?" mom asks us.
"Yeah," Shaynne and dad say. I just shake my head up and down. Man I wish I can talk.
"Hey Bridget. Oops," Shaynne says covering his mouth. Hey, wishes do come true.
"Ha, you said my name and you're the one who jinxed me!" I laugh at him. I stop when he smirks at me. Damn he looks like dad. That's the reason why I stopped. Are all the boys going to look like their dads?
"Did someone pack the sunscreen and bug spray?" I ask. I burn and get bit horribly.
"Yes, I did," mom says.
"Dad, are we going squirrel hunting?" Shaynne asks.
"Yup," dad answers holding up two guns. They scare me.
"Don't shoot," I beg ducking down.
"I'm not going to because we are leaving," dad tells me grabbing all of his stuff.
I grab all of my stuff and head out to the truck. When I get to the truck, I put my stuff in the bed and hop in the back next to Shaynne. By the way, we get along really good. We love messing around with each other though.
Anyway, we go camping every summer. Dad and Shaynne go squirrel hunting while mom and I do whatever we want. We stay for three days and two nights.
"What card game do you want to play?" Shaynne asks shuffling a deck of cards.
"Crazy 8s," I answer.
"Good," he says dealing the cards out. Crazy 8s is our favorite card game.
We play for half of the ride, which is an hour. It takes two hours to get to the campsite.
All of a sudden, I yawn. I lay down so my head's on Shaynne's lap and fall asleep.
We've been at the campsite for an hour now. We already have our tents up. Shaynne and I share one, and dad and mom share one. Shaynne, dad, and I are throwing the football. Mom's getting the fire ready; dad will light it later.
"Bridget, honey, can you go get hamburger and hot dog buns?" mom asks me.
"Sure," I say going to dad to get the money.
I head to the little convenience store they have on the site to get the buns. We usually roast hot dogs, brats, and burgers for dinner. Lunch contains of cold meat sandwiches. Breakfast is just fruit kabobs mom packs.
I get into the store and head for the bread aisle. All of a sudden, I see a really cute guy around my age looking at me. He has straight dirty blonde hair that goes to the end of his neck. His gorgeous sky blue eyes are breath taking.
"Hi, my name's Ricky," he tells me.
"I'm Bridget," I tell him.
"That's a really pretty name. It fits you very nicely," he tells me.
"Thanks," I say blushing.
"You're welcome. Hey, did you hear about the dance in the pavilion that will be happening tomorrow night at eight?"
"No, but we just got in an hour ago," I tell him honestly.
"Well, now you know. Would you like to go with me?" he asks.
"Sure. I'll have to check with my parents. My brother will want to come too."
"He better not ruin anything," he tells me.
"Will there be any girls there?" I ask.
"Oh yeah. Tons," he answers me.
"Don't worry about it. He'll be occupied. He's a high school football and basketball player," he tells me.
"Is your brother Shaynne Curtis?" he asks hopefully.
"Yes. Have you heard of him?" I ask him confused.
"Yeah. I'm a huge fan. I'm from the Tulsa area also," he tells me.
"Cool," I say.
"Hey, I better get going. My parents will get really worried. See you tomorrow," he tells me.
"Alright, see you tomorrow," I tell him as he goes up to the cashier.
I get the bread and head back to our location. I can't stop thinking about Ricky.
"What's up with you?" Shaynne asks me smirking.
"Nothing," I lie even though I'm blushing. "Here's the bread mom." I give her the bread.
"Thank you, honey."
"Hey, can I go to a dance that's being held at the pavilion tomorrow night, please?" I ask my mom.
"It's alright with me. Ask your dad," she tells me.
I find him lighting the fire.
"Daddy, may I please go to a dance at the pavilion tomorrow night?" I ask him in my innocent, daddy's little girl voice.
"Not if you ask me like that?"
"May I go to a dance at the pavilion tomorrow night?" I ask in my normal voice.
"Sure. What time?" he asks.
"Eight."
"Sounds good," he says.
"Thank you," I say hugging him.
"You're welcome," he tells me hugging me back.
I go find Shaynne in our tent tossing his football in the air.
"Hey," he says patting the space next to him indicating me to sit down.
"Hey, I was wondering if you would like to go to a dance at the pavilion tomorrow night. There'll be tons of girls there."
"Let me think about it," he says rubbing his chin. "Yes!"
"Cool. It's at eight."
Soon it's time to eat and before we know it, it's bedtime.
"So what's up with this dance? You were blushing big time when you came home from the store," Shaynne says as we lay down in our sleeping bags.
"It's just a dance, but I met this guy," I say slowly and dreamily. "He's a fan of yours."
"Cool dude! I guess I approve of him since a fan of mine," he says showing off his signature smile.
"Ha. Ha. Ha," I courtesy laugh.
"Hey, I'm your older brother. I have to protect ya," he tells me squeezing me close to him.
"I know," I say rolling over and falling asleep.
It's finally the day of the dance. I go in my jean shorts and an old softball shirt. Shaynne goes in an old football jersey and a pair of shorts. Yeah, we look like bums, but we don't care. We love looking like bums and jocks. It's who we are. Yes, we got dad's traits.
We get to the pavilion and Shaynne instantly ditches me for a group of girls. I won't be bothering him at all. He'll be sucking faces with them. I blame Uncle Soda for that. Yes, I know all about Uncle Soda being the lady's man and pretty boy. He still is a pretty boy.
All of a sudden, someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn around and find Ricky in a basketball jersey and shorts. He looks extremely dashing in them.
"You play basketball at Will Rodgers?" I ask him laughing.
"You can say that again. I'll be a junior this school year," he tells me.
"So you personally know Shaynne?" I ask incredulously.
"Yes I do. We hang out sometimes. We're not the best of friends, but we still do things together like grab a bite to eat before a game," he confesses to me.
"So cool."
"Wow, I'm surprised. Usually girls will get grossed out if they're with their brother's buddies."
"Shaynne and I get along real well. We're like best pals at home," I tell him.
"Wow. My little sister and I get along, but not like that."
All of a sudden, the song Heaven by Bryan Adams comes on. I love this song. It's so pretty and romantic.
"May I have this dance?" he asks lending me his hand.
"Of course," I say giving him my hand.
We dance to the song. My arms are around his neck and his arms are around my waist. There are a lot of people slow dancing to this song.
I then realize that this is not me dancing on my dad's feet like when I was little. This is real dancing with a guy I fell in love with. It feels like one of those cheesy dreams when you are walking on clouds. Trust me. It's a tremendous feeling. I hope this never ends.
The song ends and Living on a Prayer by Bon Jovi comes on. We all start screaming the words and dancing like crazy. This is one of the best songs of all time.
We dance the night away and have a great time. Before we know it, the party's over.
"We're leaving first thing in the morning," Ricky tells me.
"Will I see you at school?" I ask him.
"Maybe, or around town. It's not that hard to run into someone you know in Tulsa," he says.
"That's very true," I agree.
"Good bye until I see you again," he tells me.
"Bye," I tell him and then he kisses me on the lips.
I wrap my arms around his neck. We break away and go our separate ways. I meet Shaynne near the side of the pavilion. Yes, he's sucking face with a brunette girl with the typical 1980's hair-do. I give him a disgusted look. I know I just got done kissing a guy, but I'm ready to leave.
"Oops, sorry Bridge," he tells me breaking away from her. "I'll see you sometime, Andrea."
"Ok," she says and walks off.
"Sorry you had to see that," he tells me turning red. Even though it's dark, I can tell he's blushing.
"It's alright," I say almost too dreamily.
"What happened?" he asks me suspiciously. "Don't say that nothing happens because you don't sound like that when nothing happens."
"I kissed the boy I met, and I danced with him too," I answer truthfully. "He's really nice too."
"At least I know my baby sister's in good hands. Ricky's a really nice guy. Yes, I saw you two dancing. Yes, I'm cool with it," he tells me.
"Really? You're the best big brother ever!" I exclaim hugging him to death.
"Now you have to get dad's approval. He doesn't want to lose you as his little girl," he tells me.
"I know. He'll probably cry walking me down the aisle on my wedding day," I tell him.
"That's true."
We finally get to our tents. Dad and mom are sitting by the fire together. They were probably very relaxed without us there to bother them.
"Hey, you two look like you just had the time of your lives," dad says as we plop down on a stump.
"Yup," we say.
"Bridget has a new boyfriend," Shaynne announces for me.
"Well, I'm pretty sure Shaynne found himself a girlfriend," I smirk.
"Shaynne I'm okay with. Bridget on the other hand has to introduce me to this young man," dad says. That doesn't surprise me.
"Dad, it's okay. It's Ricky, my basketball teammate. He's really nice. He'll take care of her. Trust me," Shaynne tells him.
"Okay, but I still want to meet him," dad says trusting Shaynne's response.
"Okay," I say. I mouth a "thanks" to Shaynne. He gives me a nod.
"Darry, don't be that hard on her," mom says. "I think it's wonderful she has a boyfriend."
"I know. It's just she's my little girl," he says squeezing me to his side.
"Dad, I'm a big girl now. I'm gonna be in high school this year," I remind him.
"I know. I just can't believe it." It's more like he doesn't want to let me go. I think he's afraid I'll leave him and never come back. He's wrong. I'll never leave him or mom. He has to realize that.
"Ready for some s'mores?" mom asks us.
"Yeah," we answer.
We eat our s'mores and head to bed. Tonight was so much fun.
We've been up for an hour. We're leaving around noon today. Right now, Shaynne and I just got done tearing down the tent.
"Good teamwork," Shaynne says as usual.
"Yup, teamwork actually gets you somewhere."
We get the tent in the truck bed and I grab the soccer ball.
"Cherry bomb!" I holler as Shaynne runs back.
I let it the ball drop and kick it. It goes pretty far, but Shaynne catches it. He kicks it to me, but it goes short.
"No wonder why you're not a kicker!" I yell to him as I walk up to the ball and pick it up.
"Shut up!" he hollers back as I turn around to head back to where I was before.
We continue that until we end up kicking it back in forth without stopping the ball and picking it up.
"Alright kiddos, we're leaving!" dad hollers from the truck.
"Race ya!" Shaynne hollers and runs.
"Cheater!" I yell as I start running.
We run all the way to the truck. Shaynne won, but he cheated. When I get to the truck, I jump on his back. He catches me and gives me piggy back ride.
"You can't do that!" he yells playfully.
"Well, you can't cheat. We're even."
"Whatever," he says dropping me so I land on my butt.
"Ow! That kind of hurt," I complain getting up and rubbing my now sore butt.
"You're welcome," he smirks getting in the truck and sliding over so I can get in.
I get in the truck and we head home.
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