Private Finished Blood and Camping

"'Friends get each other stuff sometimes,' hah! You get me stuff all the time, dangit. You're like a super friend and here I am trying to offer to pay for something and you're all, 'nope! I'll pay for it myself!'" Maisie snorted and shook her head. She pulled one of her backpacks from the closet and starts efficiently folded and packing all her clothes away inside of it. "Hey, I gotta keep the dormroom life interesting somehow, and you love it. You wouldn't be able to live without my mayhem and all that." Clearly mock-gloating.

She pulled away from her bag and jogged into the bathroom, raising her volume as she spoke. "Good! Bring all of the cinnamon rolls, all the frozen waffles, aaand all of our water. Do you think we'll need to prepare like Tupperware meals for each day we're gone, or do you think they'll serve food? Maybe we shouldn't risk it--food like that would be cheap and taste bad anyways. I'll make some stuff and all we gotta do is heat it up over a campfire."

Maisie came back out and started carefully packing her bathroom things away--toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush... Over the weeks she'd caught herself accidentally using her roommate's toothbrush, and she hoped he hadn't noticed. It was embarrassing enough for her the first time--but multiple times after that? She had to be more careful in the mornings. Her cheeks were turning red from embarrassment just thinking about it. "I'll head out tomorrow and buy a big pack of water; I saw twenty-four for only eight dollars at the store. ..Why do I feel like a wife?"

"Alright, home meals it is. What do you want for yours? Maybe I'll just make 3 days-worth of macaroni and cheese for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. You'll be surprised each time you open your Tupperware like, oh man!! Didn't know I was getting this!" Maisie snorted and shook her head, waving Ash away as she went back to her closet.

"You're right, that's pretty wife-like. That's your job, not mine," she snickered as she pulled out an umbrella. She unwrapped it and opened it up to inspect it as she spoke. "...Guess I'll just chase squirrels by myself, then. Gonna have so much fun without you 'cuz you keep judging my taste in fun."

Maisie closed the umbrella, packed it away, and headed over for the shelves where she kept all her books. Had to have some sort of reading material for the trip. "You ready to roast marshmallows over a nice big campfire and tell scary ghost stories? You'll be shaking in your boots when you hear mine; I'm a master at scary ghost stories. Maybe there'll be a river nearby and we can go fishing. Oh wait....And I can go fishing. Fun-judger."

Maisie snorted, "I feel like I'm forcing you to do all these things that I wanna do. Don't you have anything you wanna do? I ain't gonna be your training wheels! I'll toss you in the mud and we'll see where it goes from there. Also, you don't keep trapped squirrels; you let them right go or else. I don't know what the 'else' is."

She smacked Ash's poking arm with one of the books she took down from the shelf. The book had a shirtless man on the cover; her fingers covered all but the word 'Caught' in the title, but the subtitle 'Cowboy Erotica' was uncovered and legible. It made for the perfect weapon against Ash's pokes. She huffed, "You got a thing for touchin' my body, I swear! You're gonna like whatever food I make or you're gonna make it yourself. Or starve."

The next book she brought down was very clearly a vampire romance. It even had the words 'Vampire Romance' on the cover of another shirtless man. Maisie seemed oblivious. "See what good a country girl can do ya? Get you out of the house and socializing; that's what we naturally do. Actually, we get you out of the house and working in the fields, but that's not the point. You gonna try and make some friends while we're out?"

"Well you can find out what there is to do! You got one of them phones of your own; just look up camping activities and choose your favorite. There ain't nothing stopping you." Maisie grabbed another book from the shelf--another erotica, surprise surprise, this one with a naked tattooed man made barely decent with a blanket.

"What was that? You love spicy foods and would do anything for me to make you some? No problem, Shortcake; I'll make all your meals extra spicy just for you because you're my roommate." Maisie even made a mental note to make everything super spicy--but not really. She was just going to make him a ton of non-spicy macaroni and cheese because it was pretty easy to make and she could make it taste good.

She blinked and glanced down at the book in her hands. "What? Yeah, I've been reading them. What about it?" she said, totally oblivious to the connotations and definitely not connecting two and two yet. "You've never really showed interest in the stuff I read before. You wanna borrow the book for a while?"

"Yes! Yes I will--I'll bury it in the forest under a dead dog, 'cuz that's what I learned on the internet. When them sniffers come out and alert over the grave, they'll dig up the dead dog and think it's a false alarm! And then I--oh wait, yeah I would miss you too much." Maisie huffed and elbowed him in the side because he was totally right. If he disappeared, she'd probably be all sorts of depressed and upset.

She watched as he took down another one of her vampire books, her eyes all lit up because she was ready to go on and on about her romances now that he actually seemed interested in them. "Inspired by real vampires? Well, the myth's gotta come from somewhere, right? So I think one of the first works of vampire fiction was prolly based on real vamps, but all the ones after that are based on the first--so these romances here aren't based on actual vampires but the fictionalized version, I'll bet."

She blinked and did a little 'Ooohh' now that she realized that Ash, too, was a vampire. She scratched her neck with a sheepish look as he inspected all these books, but she wasn't too embarrassed. "You? Well, you sure are a vampire, but I wouldn't say you're too much like them--most of the guys in these books are all alpha male, super tall, dark, and brooding. Y'know, they're all angry and sexy and mysterious and don't say nothing and communicate purely through them heated looks and grunts and stuff. You're a lot friendlier, I think. I like you better."