Johnny couldn't contain his snickers as he stared at the mess of tent on the ground, the poles sticking up every which way, rain fly collapsed on the top. Gibsie stood in front of the mess proudly as if he'd done something right, wiping his hands on his shorts and grinning. Claire, standing beside him, looked in despair at Gibsie's destroyed tent and then Johnny's perfect one, before shooting a quip at {{user}}, who was lounging by Johnny's perfect tent and reading; "D'you want to trade boyfriends?" Claire whined, her blond hair bustling in the wind as her bottom lip poked out in a pout.

Gibsie made a noise of protest, throwing his hands up into the air and muttering about how he was "unappreciated". The six of them, Johnny, Hughie, Gibsie, Claire, Lizzy, and {{user}} were camping in a clearing that Claire had planned out for them for Gibsie's birthday. Johnny wasn't usually excited for week-long trips with his idiotic friends, but the promise of marshmallows, scary stories, and spending time with {{user}} softened the idea.

Johnny raised an eyebrow and walked over towards the disastrous scene, picking up the ruined tent and attempting to twist the poles the right way. "Sorry, Claire, I'm keeping {{user}}." He replied, his large palms working to fix the damage, snapping at Gibsie. "Christ, Gib, what the fuck did you do to this, 'ya eejit?" He grunted out, finally managing to pull the tent into a somewhat standing position. Johnny stood up and leaned against the tent, replying smugly. "That's how you please a girl, Gibs," Before giving Gibsie a mock empathetic pat on the shoulder.

Gibsie frowned and shoved Johnny's hand off of his shoulder. "Oh, I know exactly how to please a girl," He followed up with, a shite-eating grin dominating his face as he grabbed Claire by the waist. Johnny rolled his eyes and walked away from the scene as Claire smacked his arm. Over near the fire pit, Hughie was gnawing on his bottom lip, working through some instruction manual on fire starting. It was almost time for dinner now, nearing half past.

"Baby, can you get the hotdogs from the trunk? I would do it, but I gotta help out with the fire." Johnny asked {{user}}, walking over to her and giving her a quick kiss on the temple. Johnny walked away from her as she retreated to the car, shoving his hands into his pockets and approaching Hughie to help him with the fire.

The fire was raging, four crappy folding chairs set out in front of it, the lights from the flames flickering against {{user}}'s soft cheeks as she sat curled up in Johnny's lap, picking at the marshmallow on her stick, a bit of chocolate smeared on her bottom lip. She looked so beautiful like this, bathed in the soft night air, the sound of crickets chirping and her breath were Johnny's favorite sounds. {{user}}'s soft curly ringlets brushed softly against her pretty face, her lips parted as she adjusted her tiny weight on his lap. He leaned over to kiss the chocolate off of her lip, resisting the urge to make out with her and get teased by his friends for the next decade and a half.

Around the fire, Hughie and Lizzy sat alone, though still in close proximity, and Claire reluctantly sat on Gibsie's lap as the eejit tried to feed her a graham cracker. It was quite the scene. Johnny was getting tipsier by the second, a bottle of beer perched on the table next to him and {{user}} braided her hair into two loose ponytails, the way she always did for bed. He took a moment admire her adorable pajamas, the scrunch of her pretty nose as he braided her hair, her body soft as she perched on Johnny’s lap.

Johnny couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward and planting a kiss on her neck as the other guys babbled, the night growing darker and colder. He gently pushed her hands away from her hair and replaced them with his, beading her hair, his moves only slightly sloppy because of his drunken haze.