I'll never tell....
Never stray from the path...
**Matt’s P.O.V.**
The sky had blended into a rich violet/black color by now, growing darker by the minute as the sun slid beneath the horizon, not to be seen again until it’s awakening at dawn. I wondered, how many sunsets as beautiful as this one were never seen? How many nights arrived with not a soul to welcome them? Did anyone truly care about the perfect metaphorical moments that occurred every day, in something as simple as a setting sun? As my hands worked to drive the hook of the tent into the ground, my thoughts crept over the lonely evening sky, and forgotten sun. What a wretched reality.
I stood up after finishing the tent, abandoning poetic thoughts for pride of my handiwork, when suddenly Val snuck up behind me and snaked her arms around my waist.
“You did a great job baby. And I’m so glad we could all come out here and do this.”
“I know. These camping parks are always so perfect… And so are you.” I turned around and deeply kissed her ravishing lips, a whisper of breath curling against mine. I felt her smile into the kiss.
“Sometimes I forget you’re such a charmer.”
“It’s why you fell for me after all.”
“Mmm, you let yourself believe that. You and your delusional flawlessness.” I leaned down to kiss her again, the only comeback I could think of at that moment. Buuuut, right before our lips touched, Jimmy began shouting my name, over and over like a metronome. He was shouting for help with his tent (seriously, he’d been setting these things up with us for how many years? What a child).
“Merrr, your drummer is a major cock-block, ya know that right?”
“Unfortunately so. I better go help him.” We broke the embrace, a sudden rush of cold air lofting between our separated bodies, and I quickly rushed to Jimmy before the urge to enfold her again arose.
"Took you long enough!" He half-yelled, half-growled at me as I knelt by his side.
"Oh, shut the fuck up ( xD such friendship, many love), and you owe me for this! I was doing important things..." I grumbled as I picked up the top-cover.
"Anticipation is the key to a better orgasm, Matthew." I paused and he smirked a knowing grin at me, obviously having seen me and Val. Well… he certainly wasn’t wrong on that observation. We finished setting up the tent in comfortable silence, and I once again couldn’t prevent the inward gloat that tickled my ego at seeing our accomplishment.
“Now that this shit is done…. Where’s my lighter?”
~~~~~~~~~~
“No, I’m being fucking serious; Rob looks like Jesus.” I said with exasperation. Everyone was encircling the camp fire, ingesting an amazingly obscene amount of food (a display that could look wholly American or Satanic out of context to the situation). We were discussing the schematics of Rob Zombie’s beard, whom was a good friend of mine at the time (he himself, not his beard).
"I can understand where you’re coming from, but he isn't fucking Jesus! Granted he has an amazing beard. A VERY amazing beard." See? The beard doe <3 I relented, hands raised in defeat.
“Whatever Baker. Rob is Jesus, you just won't accept that. End of discussion.” Another warm round of laughter ensued. I smiled, a genuine smile of ease, and looked at my band-mates and friends, a ragtag group of psychos, my second family. We were known to most as Avenged Sevenfold and their groupies. I preferred the title “The Most Kickass Vaguely Drunk Almost-30 Year Old People Ever”.
I was so caught up in my emotions of wellbeing, I didn’t immediately notice Johhny mentioning the dimming fire. Brian offered to draw sticks to see who would go searching for more firewood, but I stood up, proclaiming my decision to go (as if anyone cared xD ). Val stood up a second later to accompany me. I licked my lips seductively.
Jimmy was correct in saying anticipation is key.
As soon as we’d walked out of ear-shot/sight of the group, I yanked her close and smashed our lips together, not a moment wasted on hesitation. Compared to the loving, soft caress of earlier, this was a demanding hold of lust. I moaned into her mouth, her tongue claimed mine, and my hand crept down her body. Soft skin, velvet and creamy under my touch, shivering in the cool of the air. An unspoken promise lingered in the air between us, a binding assurance of an ‘all the way’ saved for later, a need that would be fulfilled in the dark of the night when only the watching moon would know of our sins.
When we finally pulled apart, little more than flustered, she sent me that I-will-fuck-you-so-hard-later look. An unspoken promise…. Red hot desire coursed through my veins, and I returned the look with a wink.
“Go ahead back babe, I need to find that firewood.”
“I’ll be waiting.” Umff, barely flirtatious, yet….
The next few minutes went as this:
·Searched for good-sized branches.
·Nonchalantly returned, gave them to Brian.
·Left for a quick smoke, everyone still giving no shits.
However, the most curious (and relatively eerie) thing occurred when I went to smoke. I had just walked a little ways onto the trail, when I heard the sound of a motor engine in the distance. Writing it off, I stubbed my burnt out cancer-stick into the dirt, began walking back to the glade, while that motor noise just increased. I knew what it was of course, however when it arrived I still felt slight shock.
“I think you left this cigarette burning on the ground over there. Ever hear about how many people die each year in forest fires?” I present to you Officer Stanley Jones, the head of park rangers here at Bravado National Camping Park; famous for wearing uniforms much too small for him, having a hermit beard, and apparently sneaking up on patrons. We met him for approximately 5 minutes when we arrived at ‘base camp’ to check in, and he came off as an abnormally silent yet brooding character.
The tension was so palpable I could taste its sour backwash, so I quickly tried to defuse the situation calmly.
Me: “I’m sorry sir, it won’t happen again. And no I don’t….. *awkward silence* So, what brings you out here?”
Him: “I was comin’ to check up on you folks. I see you found a mighty nice camping spot. Radioed it in and e’erything.”
Me: “Yeah, it’s pretty sweet.”
Him: “Just don’t leave the trail around this area. Rumor is that there’s a den of bears livin’ near here. Wouldn’t want nuttin’ to happen to yer group.” (unspoken promise of ax murder much?)
Me: “Didn’t plan on it…. (plz don’t kill meh o-o ) Um, excuse me, I should be getting back.”
Him: “REMEMBER, NEVER STRAY FROM THE PATH OR YOU’LL PROBS DIE!”
Ok, so maybe that last sentence was a bit exaggerated, but you get the point right? Creepy. Besides, I mean, BEARS? That was the best he could come up with? If he wanted to drug us then chain us up in his basement, then he could’ve at least created a much better lie.
Needless to say, that night I didn’t sleep very well. When I did fall into unconsciousness, my dreams were plagued with monstrous possibilities of what lay in wait just off the trail.
The sky had blended into a rich violet/black color by now, growing darker by the minute as the sun slid beneath the horizon, not to be seen again until it’s awakening at dawn. I wondered, how many sunsets as beautiful as this one were never seen? How many nights arrived with not a soul to welcome them? Did anyone truly care about the perfect metaphorical moments that occurred every day, in something as simple as a setting sun? As my hands worked to drive the hook of the tent into the ground, my thoughts crept over the lonely evening sky, and forgotten sun. What a wretched reality.
I stood up after finishing the tent, abandoning poetic thoughts for pride of my handiwork, when suddenly Val snuck up behind me and snaked her arms around my waist.
“You did a great job baby. And I’m so glad we could all come out here and do this.”
“I know. These camping parks are always so perfect… And so are you.” I turned around and deeply kissed her ravishing lips, a whisper of breath curling against mine. I felt her smile into the kiss.
“Sometimes I forget you’re such a charmer.”
“It’s why you fell for me after all.”
“Mmm, you let yourself believe that. You and your delusional flawlessness.” I leaned down to kiss her again, the only comeback I could think of at that moment. Buuuut, right before our lips touched, Jimmy began shouting my name, over and over like a metronome. He was shouting for help with his tent (seriously, he’d been setting these things up with us for how many years? What a child).
“Merrr, your drummer is a major cock-block, ya know that right?”
“Unfortunately so. I better go help him.” We broke the embrace, a sudden rush of cold air lofting between our separated bodies, and I quickly rushed to Jimmy before the urge to enfold her again arose.
"Took you long enough!" He half-yelled, half-growled at me as I knelt by his side.
"Oh, shut the fuck up ( xD such friendship, many love), and you owe me for this! I was doing important things..." I grumbled as I picked up the top-cover.
"Anticipation is the key to a better orgasm, Matthew." I paused and he smirked a knowing grin at me, obviously having seen me and Val. Well… he certainly wasn’t wrong on that observation. We finished setting up the tent in comfortable silence, and I once again couldn’t prevent the inward gloat that tickled my ego at seeing our accomplishment.
“Now that this shit is done…. Where’s my lighter?”
~~~~~~~~~~
“No, I’m being fucking serious; Rob looks like Jesus.” I said with exasperation. Everyone was encircling the camp fire, ingesting an amazingly obscene amount of food (a display that could look wholly American or Satanic out of context to the situation). We were discussing the schematics of Rob Zombie’s beard, whom was a good friend of mine at the time (he himself, not his beard).
"I can understand where you’re coming from, but he isn't fucking Jesus! Granted he has an amazing beard. A VERY amazing beard." See? The beard doe <3 I relented, hands raised in defeat.
“Whatever Baker. Rob is Jesus, you just won't accept that. End of discussion.” Another warm round of laughter ensued. I smiled, a genuine smile of ease, and looked at my band-mates and friends, a ragtag group of psychos, my second family. We were known to most as Avenged Sevenfold and their groupies. I preferred the title “The Most Kickass Vaguely Drunk Almost-30 Year Old People Ever”.
I was so caught up in my emotions of wellbeing, I didn’t immediately notice Johhny mentioning the dimming fire. Brian offered to draw sticks to see who would go searching for more firewood, but I stood up, proclaiming my decision to go (as if anyone cared xD ). Val stood up a second later to accompany me. I licked my lips seductively.
Jimmy was correct in saying anticipation is key.
As soon as we’d walked out of ear-shot/sight of the group, I yanked her close and smashed our lips together, not a moment wasted on hesitation. Compared to the loving, soft caress of earlier, this was a demanding hold of lust. I moaned into her mouth, her tongue claimed mine, and my hand crept down her body. Soft skin, velvet and creamy under my touch, shivering in the cool of the air. An unspoken promise lingered in the air between us, a binding assurance of an ‘all the way’ saved for later, a need that would be fulfilled in the dark of the night when only the watching moon would know of our sins.
When we finally pulled apart, little more than flustered, she sent me that I-will-fuck-you-so-hard-later look. An unspoken promise…. Red hot desire coursed through my veins, and I returned the look with a wink.
“Go ahead back babe, I need to find that firewood.”
“I’ll be waiting.” Umff, barely flirtatious, yet….
The next few minutes went as this:
·Searched for good-sized branches.
·Nonchalantly returned, gave them to Brian.
·Left for a quick smoke, everyone still giving no shits.
However, the most curious (and relatively eerie) thing occurred when I went to smoke. I had just walked a little ways onto the trail, when I heard the sound of a motor engine in the distance. Writing it off, I stubbed my burnt out cancer-stick into the dirt, began walking back to the glade, while that motor noise just increased. I knew what it was of course, however when it arrived I still felt slight shock.
“I think you left this cigarette burning on the ground over there. Ever hear about how many people die each year in forest fires?” I present to you Officer Stanley Jones, the head of park rangers here at Bravado National Camping Park; famous for wearing uniforms much too small for him, having a hermit beard, and apparently sneaking up on patrons. We met him for approximately 5 minutes when we arrived at ‘base camp’ to check in, and he came off as an abnormally silent yet brooding character.
The tension was so palpable I could taste its sour backwash, so I quickly tried to defuse the situation calmly.
Me: “I’m sorry sir, it won’t happen again. And no I don’t….. *awkward silence* So, what brings you out here?”
Him: “I was comin’ to check up on you folks. I see you found a mighty nice camping spot. Radioed it in and e’erything.”
Me: “Yeah, it’s pretty sweet.”
Him: “Just don’t leave the trail around this area. Rumor is that there’s a den of bears livin’ near here. Wouldn’t want nuttin’ to happen to yer group.” (unspoken promise of ax murder much?)
Me: “Didn’t plan on it…. (plz don’t kill meh o-o ) Um, excuse me, I should be getting back.”
Him: “REMEMBER, NEVER STRAY FROM THE PATH OR YOU’LL PROBS DIE!”
Ok, so maybe that last sentence was a bit exaggerated, but you get the point right? Creepy. Besides, I mean, BEARS? That was the best he could come up with? If he wanted to drug us then chain us up in his basement, then he could’ve at least created a much better lie.
Needless to say, that night I didn’t sleep very well. When I did fall into unconsciousness, my dreams were plagued with monstrous possibilities of what lay in wait just off the trail.
Notes
LELELELELELEL. The creepy vibe is just about nonexistent here xD It'll get spookier though, I can promise that. <3 keep reading, my dicklings.
Holy shiet o.o More!! So yep you saves the last chapter with that! :D But hm there aren't many people left... exited how this will continue.
12/28/13