The rain beats down against their useless ponchos as a hurricane seems to swirl around them. Richie has a stern look on his face as though he is about to punch someone's lights out. Drew had been the one to suggest this camping adventure only a few days before unaware what was in store for the two of them. They could have stayed dry and warm in Richie's Jeep, but Drew had suggested hiking to the campground instead.
"What a lovely day, I am just ecstatic that you thought about us getting away for this relaxing vacation." Richie stated.
"Oh shut it, Rich, you could've stayed home." Drew responded over the howling wind. Their tent had blown away minutes before and so they were stuck in this hell.
"You are right, but why would I want to do that when I can enjoy all of this." He lashed out.
"Why don't you just go dig yourself a little hole, curl up in a ball, and cry like the baby you are. It's just a little water so get over it." He shouted.
"Cry? You think I want to cry? Why the hell would I want to do that?" He questioned.
"Stop being such an asshole and shut the hell up!" He yelled.
"Well aren't you just a happy little camper." He muttered.
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