The next stop on our trip was where we were going to be camping for the night. It wasn't an official campsite, but a few of the locals had already walked past, whilst our tents had been spread out on the floor, and didn't particularly pay us any mind. Jimmy had ensured us that even if they did, there are no laws here, to which Garrett responded, "Yeah, but that also means that if they do have a problem, they can just beat the shit out of us."

"Can we just stop talking about getting stabbed or beaten up now please?" Chandler exclaimed, clearly looking more and more distressed whenever someone piped up with a comment like that.

I patted him on the arm in an attempt to comfort him, to which he responded with a beaming smile.

Chris was currently making huge progress in putting one of the tents up, whilst Jimmy, Garrett, Chandler and I were stood around the flat sheet of fabric in front of us, that hadn't moved for 20 minutes. Tareq was taking the piss out of all of us from behind the camera, and making references to the time Chris had previously saved their lives when they were staying on a desert island.

I held a tent pole in my hand, trying to put it together but failing due to the huge dents and bends in the metal. "Chris!" Garrett shouted as he dropped his corner of the tent and pulled the ex-boy scout over to us by his sleeve.

The tent was put up pretty quickly after that, with a couple of zigzags in the fabric, but nothing that would cause any of us any problem. "So who's rooming with who?" Chandler asked, winking at Jimmy, who still had his arm around my waist.

"Well obviously Jimmy and Y/N." Chris said, "And I want to room with Garrett because he doesn't snore." he added, to which Chandler pulled a face.

"I don't snore." He told him, a smile appearing on his face, as he knew he was lying.

"Bollocks." Tareq said, "I call Chris' tent, it looks less likely to fall down."

"I guess that leaves me as a third wheel." Chandler said, his eyebrows jumping up and down at us as he gave us a borderline creepy smile.

"You can spoon me." Jimmy said, smiling back at him as he gave me a squeeze, "And I can spoon you." he added.

"Cringey mother fucker." I told him, nudging my shoulder into his. "You and your boyfriend can spoon each other." I laughed, winking at him.

"You guys are gross." Chris said, chucking his stuff into his tent.

We sat around for a little while after setting up our sleeping bags. Chris was setting up the things to cook our food, and after discovering that the little camp stove we'd got at Walmart on the way here didn't work, we all went out to find some wood for a fire. It took an awfully long time, and Chris was complaining about being sick every five minutes which made all of us feel bad, but whenever anyone went to help him set up the fire, they quickly discovered Chris knew how to do things a lot better than the rest of us.

I felt Jimmy's arm wrap around my waist again, a little bit tighter than before, and when I looked up at him, his eyesight was locked on something to the right of us.

"I take it you guys just got here, huh?" A man said as he walked towards us.

I couldn't help but feel so overwhelmed by how sweet it was that Jimmy had put his arm around me as soon as he had noticed the guy. It was as if he wanted to ensure I knew I was safe with him around, and it made me so happy.

"Yeah" Jimmy replied to the man, a huge smile on his face, as always.

Chris asked if there was a problem with us camping there, as the thought had been at the forefront of most of our minds since before we'd even got here.

"Oh no, no, no." The man replied, "I just want to give you guys a heads up on good stuff."

"Good stuff." I thought, "That usually means drugs."

Jimmy seemed to have the same thought, as his arm pulled me in even closer. "What's that?" He asked, as the man came to stand beside us.

"You know about the show tonight?" He asked, his facial expression soft and neutral as he looked at each of us.

"No, there's a show?" Jimmy asked, his arm removing itself from around my waist, and his hand slipping into mine.

"Every Saturday night at sundown, open mic, live music, BYOB." He said, "Anybody skateboard?"

Chris' hand shot up, a smile on his face, "I didn't bring my skateboard." He said. It was probably a good thing, he might have thrown up if he did.

"You fucked up." The guy responded, clearly very comfortable being right in front of the camera, as he now stood almost in front of Jimmy and I, not that it annoyed either of us, Jimmy was currently poking me in the side in an attempt to get me to give him some attention.

"Anything else?" Tareq asked, to which the guy responded, "That should do it right there." A huge mustached grin on his face, and a gentle look in his eyes.

We stood and chatted to the man for a couple more minutes after finding out he would be at the show tonight. It made us all feel a lot more comfortable going, knowing that there would be someone there we sort of knew.

After finding out that Tareq did comedy, he encouraged him to sign up and perform, to which we all encouraged him to do as well. The man left not long after that, wishing us all a good time.

"He was nice." I said to Jimmy, poking him in the side twice as hard, after not giving in the first hundred times he did it.

However, not ten minutes after the nice bloke left, a scrawny young dude, who was clearly high on something began attacking the basketball post that stood by our cars with knives. Jimmy held on to me tightly, whilst the rest of the group all stood around with their eyes trained on the man, in case he got too close. There were a few other people around who seemed to be locals, who didn't even care what the guy was doing, perhaps because they were used to it.

"Go back to your own country, you son of a bitch." He shouted.

"Haven't heard that one before." Chris responded, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Tareq had his camera trained on the man, who seemed to not be interested in coming any closer. He paced back and forth for a few more seconds, before pointing at our group, "You're gonna die." He said, skulking away.

"I mean, I know we were joking about getting stabbed" Garrett said, "but it seems a lot more real now." he added, his lips pulled into a tight line as the rest of us mumbled something in agreement.

As we all sat down whilst Chris got the fire going, we agreed that 90% of the people around here seemed to be quite nice, and the knife guy appeared to be in the minority, and probably on drugs. Our conversation didn't stop any of us from feeling any less paranoid though, this was proven by Jimmy's head quickly darting towards anything that made the slightest noise as we sat around our little fire. Not to mention his hand squeezing mine in reassurance whenever he realized it was just the sound of leaves rustling.

The conversation quickly turned from talking about the scary dude, to talking about basketball, to talking about playing basketball. "You coming?" Jimmy asked, a smile on his face and his hand still in mine as he stood up.

I shook my head, "Nah, I'm too hungry for exercise, I'll get started on the food." I told him, pulling him in for a kiss before he left.

"I'm not gonna play basketball, because I don't like sports." Chris said into the camera as Tareq got up to leave.

"It me." I said in response, earning a small smile from Chris as he slumped down in his chair.

"Do we have anything to have with these eggs?" I asked him, standing up to go and retrieve the small amount of food that was to be split between six of us.

Chris shook his head, "We would have had sausages if Chandler had bought ones that weren't pre-cooked." He laughed, "He got those small cocktail ones and secretly ate them all on the drive here. I think there's some cheese in the bag though." He said as I pulled the eggs out of Tareq's bag, finding a block of cheese right next to them.

"Cheesy eggs?" I asked, a distasteful look on my face as I held them up to Chris.

He chuckled, "Don't knock it, until you've tried it."