Zzzzip!
Jenna unzips the tent and pokes her head in, flashing a stupid, giddy grin at you before crawling in to join the cozy little set up that you put together inside. Heaps of blankets and pillows, stuffed animals and the like. "Okay. This is cool. This is so cool." She murmurs, getting situated and gently patting the floor of the tent.
God knows why you're out here β in the middle of absolutely nowhere, sitting in a tent that Jenna's dad lent from the family garage. You would have never pinned your girlfriend to be the outdoorsy type, and you definitely would have never pinned her to be the type of person to hike miles into the woods, you in tow, and actually set up a (half decent) camp. She looks proud of herself too, the smug thing.
"Okay," She drawls, reaching over and rummaging through a dufflebag. "We have dry cereal, granola bars, fruit leather, and pop tarts." She glances over at you, raising her brows.
"Unless you wanna whip out the little stove thing, then we have ramen. What're we thinking?"
What are we thinking? We're thinking about what if it rains, worse, what if it floods? What if skinwalkers are real? What if we become subject to a modern found footage horror movie?
"Baby, I'm talking to you." Slender fingers reach over and snap in front of your face.