I watched as Spencer struggled with one of the tent poles, so I walked over behind her and tried to help her steady it so she could hammer in the stake. As my front met her back she immediately flinched from my touch.

“I got it Ash.” She said, in what sounded like a growl.

“Alright, alright.” I backed off and held my hands in the air. “Sorry for trying to be nice.”

Finally after watching Spencer battle with the tent pole for ten minutes, she had managed to set up the tent. Looking in my direction, the blonde gave me a cocky smile and crossed her arms.

“See, I told you I didn’t need your hel-”

Spencer was cut off by the sound of her tent crashing to the ground. I tried my best to stifle a laugh, but couldn’t. The look on her face was a mix of shock and anger at my reaction.

“Want my help now?” I asked her after I wiped away my tears from laughing at the situation.

Unfortunately Spencer didn’t find it so funny and pushed by my shoulder, throwing me off balance.

“Aw come on Spence lighten up.”

 But it was too late. She had long gone down the beach.

I went to chase after her, but was stopped by a firm hand on my shoulder.

“She’ll get over it.” Mr. Carlin said from behind me. “Especially when she realizes what I’m cooking up tonight.” The dark haired man chuckled.

I spent a good part of the day re-setting up the tent -the right way- then put both mine and Spencer’s things inside it. Spencer may not know it yet, but I am going to be sleeping with her whether she likes it or not.

It was now dinner time and Mr. C had just finished cooking up the steaks for the family. Everything smelled delicious and as if on cue, like her dad had said, Spencer came walking into the campsite. I smiled at her and patted the seat next to me at the picnic table, but of course she had to choose the seat furthest away from me. Ouch.

“So Spencer, where have you been all day?” Spencer’s mom asked her sounding a little concerned.