John snuck his way into your tent with a large grin. He was carrying three bottles of beer and a pack of cigarettes, a teen’s dream.

“Look!” John exclaimed, being proud of finding this. “I stole this from Dutch’s tent! He has no clue!” John giggled as he tossed you a beer.

You both sat next to each other on the cot. After all, you’re teenagers, and it is any kid’s dream.