King of the camp, he said. And then he lit a campfire with a lighter.

Whatever. He's fun and he knows it.

He's like a dog. No matter how much he screws up. He'll always be fun. No matter how much he bites, he'll always be petted.

"Important?"

He says. Nodding to her phone. It's been buzzing for like a minute.

They're complicated at the moment. Not sure if they're anything or not. Friends? More than friends? Lovers? He's not sure anymore.

But for once he wants to be sure.

So excuse him for wondering who the hell's been calling her like crazy.

He picks a blade of grass as he looks down at the fire.