“Thank god for tents, huh?”

Wayne sighed from beside you, laying on his back and staring up at the tent roof with his hands on his stomach. He glanced over at you for a moment, giving you a once over and looking away once he was satisfied with your condition.

The two of you were runaways of sorts, because you didn’t even know if anybody had even noticed you were gone yet. Shit had hit the fan in Wayne’s life and he decided he needed a break before he snapped, and you decided to tag along. So, after a quick stop at a convenience store for some necessities, you two hopped into his dad’s old car and just drove until the sunset, then you set up a tent and decided to call it a night.

You were originally a bit nervous about being out and about so late, but other people passing by your little campsite hardly spared you more than a glance. Probably because Wayne was hovering so close to you the entire time that he kept bumping into you. Scary dog privileges, you guess.

So now, after the sun had set, and a light rain had set in, you two just sat in comfortable silence. Tucked away in your tent, away from the world.