(what I did with my friends...)
Well...we didn't really have time for fun...but on duties we would set up tents...and make campfires...while just having a good chat..
He looks at me smiling,
So let's go camping then
He said with a smile.
It's going to be fun. There are a few mountains up north. We can head there
He says with smile that reached his eyes.
(Gosh I can't say no to that face!!)
Umm ok we can go camping..
I say and I can see his eyes lighting up like a child
You're like a kid you know.
He chuckles,
I guess I am, let's go back and get some stuff ready.
I nod, we both finish eating and head back to the house.
Same evening
SEBASTIAN'S POV
Did you pack everything?
He asks coming from behind me,
Its been a while since I've done this but I think I've got everything.
I hold up a bag,
Let me see.
He asks and I hand him the bag I packed.
Where's the flashlight?
He asks me, I hold up the light.
Here.
I say,
This one is gonna run out in an hour. Get some more batteries, we also need some tin cans...dental floss...a knife.... matches... bandages... ointment...
He lists on things,
Woah woah calm down princess, were not going on a survival show!
I chuckle as I take those things from his hand. He looks at me and then at the stuff,(he's probably used to doing this in the military...but he's doing it on autopilot...like someone with tens of years of experience does...)
How about we make a list.
I suggest to him, he nods slowly.
Yeah that's a good idea...
I says while looking at the stuff he got. I give him a pen and paper.
Here. I'll be here if you need some input.
He takes the pen and paper from me.
You letting me be in charge?
He asks me, I chuckle and give him a peck on the cheek,
Of course. Camping and then soon my life
He chuckles lightly and starts making the list of the actual important stuff we need but I still saw him sneaking all that other stuff in the bag too when he thought I wasn't looking, (I guess habbits die hard...well it's better to be safe than sorry) we leave the house and get in the car and I start driving,
So when was the last time you went camping?
He asks me,
About 22 years ago...
I reply back. He looks at me,
And how old are you now?
He asks me,
About to turn 34
I tell him, he nods
You're 27 right?
He nods slowly,
So you were basically a child the last time you went camping?
I asks me, I nod and chuckle a little
Me and chance snuck out...we were tired of dad lecturing us all day...we snuck out and camped in the woods. We got caught but it was worth it
I tell him, he looks at me and chuckles,
I never knew you had a rebellious side to you.
He says,
I mean you must like camping if you did it a lot with your buddies while serving
I ask him,
It wasn't by choice actually we were forced to do it as part of our training. The Sargent would get mad at us if we had fun instead of duty. He'd make us do 500 pushups each
I look at him stunned,
500?! Gosh...glad I'm not in the military.
I laugh a bit still a bit shocked,
Can you still do that many pushups?
I ask him
Probably not tha many...
He says in a low voice,
Is it because of your shoulder?
I ask him and he slowly nods.
But maybe I can when I have a good day.
He says, I look at him in confusion,
Good day?
I ask him,
Well...if I sleep alright and don't strain my shoulder for a while, the pain is almost gone that I can't feel it...that usually happens each day but if I sleep wrong or do something straining then yeah...I have bad days...
He explains to me and I nod in understanding.