[h2][u]6:30 AM[/u][/h2]

Gathering his supplies and re-rolling his sleeping bag, Booker was making sure he had everything he needed for his trip. "Sleeping bag...check. Clothes that will last me a week and extra...check. Insect repellent...check. Personal hygiene supplies...check. where's my football....damn!" 

Coming down the hall with a cup of coffee in his hand, Uncle Virgil came to check up on Booker. Standing at the doorway, leaning on it, he took a sip. "You got everything you need?" he asked. Booker was looking through his closet, throwing his things on the floor "I would have everything if I can find my- nope never mind, found it." grabbing his football. "Yeah I'm good Unk." 

Virgil looked on "I know you and your friends wanted to have a good getaway but i want you on your best behavior, okay? Not only being with Quinn but not getting yourself into trouble." Booker looked at him bewildered "Unk...I'll be fine...". Virgil stood up off the door frame and walked into the room feeling Booker wasn't taking him serious. "I'm serious, boy. I don't want you being easily provoked and loosing your cool because of someone being ignorant and spouting words at you. I don't need to be searching for dead bodies in the woods."

Booker looked back over "Uncle Virge, I'm gonna be cool. It's a vacation and these are my friends. I'm sure there's nothing I can't handle on my own out in the woods. You don't have to worry, ok?" With a stern look on his face, Virgil nodded taking his nephew's word for it. "Okay...well you be careful and enjoy yourself. But you call me when you get there alright?" Booker nodded to reassure him that he'd call.


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[h2][u]now[/u][/h2]


Booker was fiddling with the campfire trying to keep it going, adding wood and pine cones. "Thank God for lighter fluid and matches..." he said satisfied with the fire. Hearing Quinn asking if anyone wanted S'mores, Booker looked over at Quinn, switching his eyes over at Harry, who was looking away. Booker stood up and walked over, grabbing a marshmellow and placing his on a stick so to hear it up. Hearing the question that Harry said and Amy, mentioning the ghost stories thing, Booker thought for a moment, sitting next to Quinn.

"Hmm...we could play night time hide and seek, I can put on some music, um...-" According to what he heard about the area they were staying, there was a lake not far from them and they could go for a night swim but...he felt that would be asking for trouble. So...he kept his idea to himself unless someone else knows about it and mentions it.