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The sky, coated in the deepest of ocean blues, speckled with flurries to far to reach. Yet somehow, twinkling bright enough for naked to see. Very few clouds could be seen from above, a glow outline of their shape from the full moon.

Wind was dancing, causing the trees that cluttered around creating the forest, to sway to the movements. Rustling bushes from below. Startling some creatures, such as squirrels or lone foxes to peak up from their habitants and rush off in a spooked haze.

People were covered in thick jackets, to keep the cool breeze off of them, as they frolic around to set up their tents for the next week. Teamwork being shown as they pass supplies from their cars to the person coming by to retrieve them.

A teenaged boy grabbed some recently chopped wood, throwing it into the middle of a circle of rocks. Turning around to pick up some random snapped twigs, as well as dead leaves. Throwing those into the circle too, before walking off to find a lighter. Being careful not to step on anything laid upon the rocky ground.

An older man, dressed in a maroon flannel, laying over the brown tannish khaki shorts, stood building away the first of three tents to be made. Bringing a hand up to pull back his auburn locks, only for the slight curls to fall back into his face. A sigh escaped passed his lips, an annoyed roll of his hazel eyes could be seen from miles away.

In this case, it could be seen from the woman not to far off who was helping to set up her own tent. An airy laugh was released by her, hand loosening on the strings to keep the top fabric in place.

"Oh shut it, you old hag." Ronald, the man, barked. Kicking a rock away, causing it to bounce around before hitting the shoe of his son.

"Hey! Watch it! These are new, clean Koby's, bro!" The boy yelled, hands dramatically pointing down to his shoes while an expression of disbelief crossed his freckled face.

"You should watch it, Casey. You owe me three hundred bells for those pair of shoes."

"Oh god, no Dad. I told you to stop playing that game!" Casey, confirmed name, rolled his head around, before stomping up to the woman's side, his chocolate orbs still strained on his parental figure.

"I still find it funny that you even know what game it is though."

Caseys' pale face blossomed into a light shade of pink, tossing away some sticks he was holding onto (that had now snapped due to his fist closing), and walked off back to the unlit fire (that he also had failed to find a lighter for).

Laughs were heard around the campsite, only making more blood flow to the poor boys freckled cheeks. Embarrassment and frustration of the situation clear as day.

Having enough, he pulled his hood up, trying to hide his newly colored face as best he could.

What didn't help is that in a small section of the hoodie, held a steamed on patch of the leaf design from the game.

The woman from before could only shake her head at the behavior the two before her held, the man bellowing of laughter from the sight of his own son being caught. The said boy pouting from the amount of people laughing along with his guardian.

She continued on however, hoisting a cooler from the back of her truck to tread to the spot where the rest of the snacks and beverages laid. Setting it down with a huff, and opening the lid.

Ice was already poured into the container, which should've been waited on due to it already melting and filling with water. But it'll still keep the beverages cool enough for the night. Turning to some of the soda cans, held together by a six pack of plastic rings, she began to twist and pull them off. Gently setting them into the box of ice and water, hoping to get them to a decent cool temperature to drink for later. A few beers cans were thrown in too, as well as some Capri-suns, Sunny D, and of course, water bottles.

Once that was finished off, she grabbed the plastic and cardboard boxes, walking off to dump them into the recycling bin. Turning back to start setting up the table for food —or at least as of now— the snacks to be displayed. Sorting the chips, and dip. Sweets like brownies (not baked with pot hopefully, lookin at you Casey), cookies, and even a few different brands of chocolate bars.

Plates, napkins, and plastic silverware were set at the front end of the table. A bowl keeping them in place so the breeze wouldn't blow them away.

The woman hummed, feeling a bit satisfied with her arrangements. Stepping back a bit to admire it a bit more, looking for—

"Woah!" A small gasp escaped her lips, hands flying up to grasp around the arm of the person she bumped into. Feeling a warm fabric get entangled between her closed fist.

Her wide eyes looked up, staring back into her balancers own orbs. Into the hazel pools she's all to familiar with, surrounding her every day and night life.

But a cocky smirk was present upon the persons scarred lips too, that she so badly just wanted to slap away with a gentle kiss of her own chapped lips.

"I see you're still falling for me, hmm?~" Slight jolt in his head tilt, and a shift of his chestnut brown locks.

That fucking bastard, him.

"In your dreams, wood chopper."

"I'd say there's more than just you falling for me in my dreams."

She walked away.

Yet he only continued to tread after her, a goofy grin upon his features, pushing the faintest of his freckles up while the corner of his eyes crinkled.

A warmth spread through out her when she felt his hand take hold of her own small one, making way to the logs that were circled around the still unlit bonfire.

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Ronald was cooking at the grill, flipping over hot dog wieners, sirloin steaks, and a few hamburger patties. Some containing cheese if they prefer a cheeseburger. The aroma drifting around the site, causing drool to drip from particularly everyone's mouth at the delicious smell.

He flipped some of the meat over, releasing a sizzling sound from the impact.

"They sure do be cookin'." Speaking up, low chuckle coming out of him. Grabbing his towel to wipe some sweat forming near his brow from the heat. "Damn, these are gonna be good!"

"You do have the best cooking that I know of, Ron." A lady, milk brown eyes gleaming when she spoke up, "Kind of why I married you. So you could do the cooking for our family."

Wrapping arms behind him, she pressed her forehead into his back, smiling.

"Ahhh, gross." That was Casey, though that was probably obvious.

"Oh shush, you'll be doing this to your hubby one day too." His mother countered to him, a sly smirk forming seeing her son blossom the same red from before.

"I- hubby?! I don't like boys, and I never will! I like girls, only!" Oh this poor poor child. When will he realize he didn't hide the gay pride flag that well in his closet? It stands out perfectly well against all the dark clothing he owns.

"Ron, Jenny. Leave your boy alone for a second, will you?" An airy laugh left the same womans' lips from before, coming up to pull the hood down on Casey head. Leaving his hair like a birds nest.

He shot a hand up to fix his wavy locks, before strutting off and plopping down on an empty log, whipping his phone out and probably aggressively texting his friends about how horrible this camping trip is right now. Oh woe is he to suffer from such a tragedy.

"Aaaaaaa'right everybody! Food's done!"

With that, all family members and friends started to line to receive their respected choice of a main dish. Topping it with what they desire, before moving on to grab sides. Such as the chips and dip from before, or the sweets for after the meal.

Grabbing hold of their drinks, and popping them open to chug down. The kids tearing the straw off the juice boxes and sticking them into the hole, happily sipping away.

Casey tried to grab a beer, only to get swat at with Rons' spatula.

He ended up drinking some apple juice, but didn't seem to mind it.

As for the woman, she patiently waited on a log for the previous man she bumped into to come back with their plates. Twiddling with a lighter, as she was chosen to give life to the prepped soon to be fire.

She noticed some people have already scarfed down their meals, setting Hershey chocolate bars, and fat marshmallows out. Along with gram crackers, to make s'mores with.

Looking back down at the lighter, she flipped it over. Thumb tracing over the details of a cherry blossom. That spiraled around a small, green dragon, a combination of ice, fire, rocks of sort, and lightening shooting out of it. It honestly reminded her of an old TV show she use to watch. (Correction, still watch when everyone is gone.)

Upon approaching footsteps, she whipped up her head to see the man from before. A small grin settled upon his face, as he knelt down to sit beside her. Handing over the plate that consisted of a simple hot dog, her favorite toppings on top. As well as her favorite chips for a side.

"Thank you, Dear." She said, setting her plate aside momentarily to lean over and give a peck to his cheek.

As everyone started eating, chatter amongst the people began to pick up. Laughter echoing around the site, due to dumb old stories being told or jokes being spewed about. Children that had long finished their food were off playing a game of tag, careful to not sprint to fast as to not trip on the rocky ground. Some were chasing small crabs near the shore, that were for some reason still out at this time. Someone must've gotten pinched due to the small scream and little cries that got louder.

Casey was off doodling in a sketchbook he brought, engaging in a talk with his aunt that was helping him learn some new techniques. He happily accepted the help, since he had an art contest coming up soon, from what he said earlier today to the lady.

Ronald was a little ways away, twirling Jenny to the beat of the portable radio he brought. Their daughter, who was only a few years younger than Casey, making her way over to grab hold of their hands and spin them in a circle.

Once everyone began to calm down from their little adrenaline burst, they all came to sit on top the unused logs, settling in to hear what's next upon their little vacation.

The woman's eyes glanced around everywhere, eyeing how they all anticipated for the wood in the center of the circle to be lit. They had rearranged it earlier to line the wood in a spiral shape, so when lit it would have a domino effect and of setting a line (curves) of fire.

She looked towards Ron, who nodded in a way to go on and do it, before her eyes landed upon the hazel pools she loves, waiting to see the gold flicker on when the fire starts.

"You know," She started, eyes all focusing on her, "this will be a great time for a story. And a story I have."

A young girl, possibly about the age of seven, blinked her bluebell eyes in the woman's direction. Full of curiosity, and excitement at the mention of story time like how her elementary school has.

"We get to listen to a story?" Her young voice squeaked, eyes widening even further as she bounced in her seat.

"Only if everyone else would want to listen?" Looking around, the older woman saw no protest for a story. Which brought a great happiness to the little child.

Flicking the lighter on, noticing the wood was already coated in a small amount of gasoline to help light the fire faster. She picked up a random stick, holding the small flame to the end of it, turning it into a torch of sorts.

"I guess I could start with saying this," Looking around, her eyes caught many others filled with curiosity, already becoming enthralled with what she has to tell. Kids were leaning forward, heads propped on their arms, snuggling into their parents side. Casey even seemed a bit intrigued, as he set his sketchbook aside, arms hanging off his knees. Ronald and Jenny have their arms wrapped around each other, waiting for her to continue, as they probably know what story she's about to speak of.

She walked over towards the start of the spiral, staring down at the twigs and chopped wood pieces. Just ready to be lit, to create a beautiful design of such a dangerous element.

And then with a start, she drew her arm back, before slamming the torch down into the starting pieces. Amber specks flying up and disappearing just as fast as they reach to high into the cool air. Looking up in time to see the wild, raging fire burst quickly along the curves of the spiral design.

Hearing the amazed gasp, and shouts of everyone around, cheering for the finally lit fire. The kids bug eyed at such a sight, before clapping and cheering. Then to die down, as they all turned back towards the woman, who's eyes were staring back at only one person.

Watching as his features were settled into an unseen smile by others, his chocolate stare mixed with honey gleaming not only from the fire, but from a knowing of what was about to be told. They disappeared for a second, before reopening to settle upon the blazing sight. To which her own orbs followed to. A smile of her own growing as well.

"It all started with a bonfire. Much like this one."