i pushed my last shirt into the black bumpy suitcase. i put the top part of the suitcase on top of the clothes to close it. it's not closing. great!

i whispered curse words to myself,  i jumped on the suitcase as a alternative to closing the stubborn thing. i got it closed, after minutes of pain.

i called my now boyfriend, telling him i'm ready for him to pick me up. and yes, i'm a last minute packer. what's the point of packing 5 days before the actual trip?

5 minutes goes by, and i hear a someone honking their car horn outside. it's jack. he's here, finally!

i get in the car and wave to him, "hey jack!"

"hey georgia!" he copies me, resulting in me giving him a blank stare.

we get on the highway, 1 hour away from our location, the wilderness. "so... what song should we play?" jack asked. "hm. start a riot?" i stated. "too intense for this car ride, what about die for you? the weeknd?" he replies

i gasped, "yes!" i grabbed his phone, opening spotify and turning it on. he smiled. i put his phone down on the center console, but our hands brushed against eachother.

a car ride full of sleeping, music, dancing, finally got us to the spot we were going to be camping out for 2 days.

we put our stuff down. now, it was really sinking in that we weren't gonna have any service.

"you ready to live like animals for the next 2 days?" jack asked. i looked up into his eyes, nodding.