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    Happy Campers – (Chapter: 10 – Where's My Trumpet?)

    We are starting to become a family, well that’s what it feels like. I could possibly be getting the family I’ve always wanted. Don’t get me wrong my mom was the best and she did her very best, but we were never complete you know? I believe these girls are my second chance at having a real family, blood does not make a family it’s the people in it, right?

    This morning’s wake up was better than before, probably because I hid Spencer trumpet ha-ha. It serves her right for leaving it within my grasp. Well actually she did try and hide it under her bed, but it was sad attempt; that’s the first place people look.

    So since my lovely was trumpet-less she had to do wake us up personally, which for me was a rather aggressive shake of the shoulders. Anything is better than that god awful trumpet, which is buried in the dirt behind the cabin; let’s see her hunt it down now ha-ha.

    “Ashley P what have you done with my trumpet!” Oh she is just too loud in the morning. I think a swift removal from my bed will make her hush up. I strong tug on my covers causes Spencer to fly to the floor with‘oomph’.

    “Ashley! That really hurt, ugh you are such a pain in the ass; literally.” I don’ respond, I merely turn my back on her and cuddle back into my pillow.

    Then all of a sudden I feel a draft go over my half naked body; I sleep in my underwear. Shivering I sit up straight in my bed. I give Spencer a deathly look. And it’s well deserved; she’s just standing at the end of my bed smirking at me, while she holds my covers in her hand. If I’m not mistaken there is a slight blush on her cheeks that she is attempting to hide. I don’t think she knew that I had such little clothing on.

    “Uh Spencer if your finished ogling, do you mind giving me the sheets so I can cover up?” Ha-ha there was no hiding that blush. It’s not that minded being half naked in front of her, because in fact I quite enjoy her look at me like that, but I couldn’t let the opportunity to make her blush to just slip through my fingers now could I.

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    1. okay so i havent commented in a while im still mad at you for making me laugh so hard i fell and hit my head but im over it now well kinda but the flying pigs was funny well in peices lol well pms please :)

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