After a long, silent walk through the woods, Drew saw the sun beginning to set. "I think we should set up camp."
"Good idea. I'll find somewhere we can put this over." She had moved her bag from her bare shoulders to the ground and was searching through it. She pulled out a long emerald sheet, it had mud stains and holes, but it seemed it would be a sufficient cover for their temporary base.
After five minutes, they found a trunk with large roots which were pointing in all directions; some starting high in the tree and coming down to the ground, others were very high up and small, there were some that were slightly off the ground, so it had enough space for two small people to huddle under. “This is perfect!” said Drew, as he threw the emerald sheet over the roots. “Can you find some leaves? Not off the trees, make sure their on the ground.” he felt like a chief, even though there were only two of them. “Actually, I’ve got a quilt.” She pulled out a brightly coloured patchwork quilt; it had small intricate designs all over the different squares. Drew thought it was the most beautiful quilt he had ever seen, he wanted to grab it and curl himself up and fall into a deep sleep.
“Where did you get that?” He said with a wide smile.
“Um… I found it.”
“Really? It’s in such great condition! Where did you really get it?”
“It was my mums. She died when I was seven.” Drew’s smile disappeared instantly.
“I… I’m so sorry.” He went to hug her, but he stopped. He didn’t want to frighten her. But she ran towards him, tears flowing down her cheeks and squeezed him tightly. “It’s been eight years and I still can’t get over it. I… I can’t remember her voice anymore…” She sobbed in his arms for over ten minutes before she let go and composed herself.
“I’m sorry. I know that’s a lot to take in from someone you’ve just met. Forget it.” She wiped the tears from her face with her red jumper and took the quilt to the temporary den and disappeared under the sheet.
After setting up his and Felicity’s traps, he dragged his satchel over to the den and pulled the sheet aside. “Felicity? Are you still awake?”
“Yes, come in.” She sniffed loudly as he entered. He didn’t want to make her more upset, so he put his satchel next to hers and pulled off his black, skin-tight shirt. Felicity let out a seductive sigh. Drew’s head snapped round to look at her; she gasped and hid under her covers. For a skinny, sixteen-year-old, Drew was very fit. He had a washboard six-pack from where he’d been working out in his spare time. He let out a half smile and snuggled under the covers with Felicity. “You don’t have to look away you know. I don’t mind. It’s about time someone appreciated my hard work.” Felicity giggled and turned around. Her blonde curls had settled and had fallen delicately on her makeshift pillow of leaves. She started at Drew for a while, admiring his dark, brown eyes, and then she leaned into kiss him. “Woah. Felicity. What are you doing? We’ve only just met. I like you, but I want to get to know you first.” He pushed her back slightly, with a small half smile. “I don’t mind you resting your head on my chest while you sleep though.” Felicity smiled and huddled next to him, lay her head on his bare chest and sighed deeply. “My last names Timbers by the way. I’m fifteen and live in the trees.”
“Well, hello Felicity Timbers. I’m Drew Gordon. I’m also fifteen and I also live in the trees.” They smiled at each other, hugged, and got comfortable enough to fall into deep sleeps.