Thomas smiled shyly at the pretty girl next to him. Despite the fact they were going camping, she wore pink and white bows, (white of all colours!) a cute puffy skirt and a white singlet (more of the colour!) with a pink fuzzy jumper with pom poms. She had applied make up as well, her eyes were framed in mascara, the lids shaded with a light pink, her cheeks dusted with the same colour pink, and pinkish-reddish full lips to fit. Thomas was wearing casual clothes, the best kind of clothes to go camping in. An old black t-shirt, striped grey shorts and worn through sneakers, the complete opposite of what the beautiful artwork next to him wore.

They arrived at the camp ground, which was more like a caravan park, and like her clothes suggested, she refused to do any of the hard/dirty work. That meant he didn’t help with the tents, or collect fire wood. Or even help with dinner. She seemed to be having the worst day of her life, which caused Thomas to question why she was even there. He poked around a bit, asking the mates that seemed more close to her to ask why she came, when she obviously wasn’t the camping type. Most of them also said they didn’t know why either, but he knew they were hiding something. Finally Thomas had managed to weaken one of their defences, and the weak link spat it all out. It was quite an amusing story actually, and it went something like this:

They were having a hangout at the bowling alley, and the teams decided they’d have a little wager. The winning team got to choose what activity they went to next, and the losing team had to go without complaints.
As the game progressed, it seemed evident which team was going to win. The girl’s team (Thomas discovered her name was Janet), and like all people do when they’re about to win, they were mocking the losing team, and making jokes about where they were going to go, well everyone in the team except for Janet, who was failing at the bowling. So the currently losing team decided they’d definitely put the other team in their place. They did this by ‘sneezing’ and ‘coughing’ just when the moment required top concentration, and they got their top bowlers to be the only ones scoring, the others faking they had sore hands or were feeling physically strained.
By the last round the team’s position had been swapped around, and Janet’s team lost, which made them subject to go where ever the other team demanded them, which happened to be this camping trip! But Janet’s team members were just like her, not too fond of camping, so when the dates finally came round, they called up sick. Not a single person on that team attended, except for Janet (which explained her sour mood earlier on in the ride).
As compensation for being the only one on the losing team that came, she wasn’t forced to do any of the dirty/hard work, and her only mission was to stay there through the whole duration of the 4 day camp.
At the moment she was lasting.
Thomas’s heart went out to the poor gal, she was the only one of her breed there.

She was sitting alone, her pink shades on, ignoring everyone and being ignored in her red camping chair. Thomas pulled his own chair up to her, hoping to talk to her, since he himself wasn’t too into the whole camping idea as well. He had been pulled along with bribes of free drinks and free food. He’d yet to see either. His hopes were ruined when he realised she was asleep though. He smiled a little, and moved his mouth closer to her ear.
“Hey” He whispered softly. “If we make it through this thing, I’ll take you to another game of bowling. A one more fun” He promised. Her face softened a little, and she let out a small noise of content. Whether it was her promising, or noise of her sleep, Thomas would have to wait for the camp to be over before he found out.