This is just a silly, dumb, short piece of dialogue inspired by my friends. It amused me greatly to write.
Also, am I supposed to warn about cursing and hypothetical drug use? Or is that just etiquette? Eh, whatever, you’re hopefully all adults.
“Get in already, slowpokes! Let’s goooo! I want to see some trees, man!” Rich yelled with his head sticking out the passenger window. He cradled a bong in his lap, careful not to let loose its contents. The truck hummed, already on and warming up. It was parked backwards in the driveway. Matt knelt on the beds lowered door, double checking the gear and supplies, while Cynthia stood nearby reviewing the list of camping gear in her hand. Hunter was in the garage, looking for things they might have left behind, or might need and hadn’t thought of yet. All four campers wore mild weather clothing; hoodies, jeans, light jackets, and hiking boots. It was August and sun was already shining hot and bright, but they were prepared for the mountain; chilly all year long.
“Shut up, dude!” Matt called from the truck bed. “You’re going to get sick of those trees after a few days!”
“Yeah fucking right. Natures dope, man!” Rich said and tucked himself back in his seat. He yanked the hood of his black sweater up and flicked the lighter.
“Natures dope, man.” Cynthia repeated in a mocking voice quietly and snickered. She noticed the white cloud leaving the truck. “Hey! Don’t smoke all the weed!”
“Also, we’re sharing that! I’ll kick your ass if you smoke it all before the trips over!” Matt said. He jumped off the back of the truck.
“Seriously, dude! Save it for the mountain!” Hunter called.
“Fuck you guys!” They heard muffled Rich from the window. Hunter chuckled as he approached the other two.
“Watch,” Hunter said just for Cynthia and Matt. “when we run out of weed, Rich’ll start bitching about camping.”
“Oh, man, that’s totally going to happen.” Cynthia laughed, a little too loudly.
“Let’s agree now that we won’t bail out if he starts acting like a baby.” Matt said and smirked as he shook in mock irritation. “No repeats of last time.”
“Definitely. Maybe a good week in the forest will toughen him up.” Hunter said with an eye roll.
“He’ll never want to go camping with us again.” Matt said. Hunter grinned at the thought.
“Maybe the clean air will help clear out his lungs.” Cynthia added timidly. “Or something.”
“He’ll be trying to smoke pine needles by the end of it.” Said Hunter. The other two snickered.
“What the fuck are you guys doing?” Rich called. His voice was nearly a whine. They couldn’t help but laugh harder.
“Making sure we don’t starve or freeze to death on the mountain, asshole!” Matt said and pushed the truck bed door up. They heard more curses from inside the cab.
“Alright!” Hunter hooted. “”We’re all set! This is going to be so bomb!” The last words came out high pitched. He made his way to the drivers seat.
“We should stop at, like, McDonald’s or something before leaving town.” Cynthia said and climbed in the backseat behind Rich.
“Aw man…” Rich said, “Let’s get Taco Bell.” He said it in an awed voice and stared blankly out the front window.
“It’s nine in the morning!” Matt said from the seat next to Cynthia.
“So what? They got those breakfast burritos.” Rich snapped as Hunter sat in the drivers seat next to him.
“Fuck fast food. That stuff is starting to make me shit paste.” Hunter said and rolled the truck down the driveway. Cynthia made a noise, a mixture of laughter and disgust.
“I just want more coffee.” She murmured.
“Addict.” Matt smirked at her. She made a psh sound. “We ate already, let’s just get to the mountain and eat before we set off. It’ll only be a few hours.”
“Sounds good to me.” Hunter said.
“I can’t last that long…” Rich whined.
“You just have the munchies. Eat some fucking beef jerky.” Hunter said with a glance at the orb in Rich’s lap. “And put the bong away!” He paused thoughtfully. “Oh man, we’re going to need to make sure we don’t eat everything when we’re high up there.”
“I think we’ll be okay so long as Rich doesn’t get his hands on the food.” Matt laughed.
Rich retorted his curses groggily. The other three campers began to plan meals, hiking, and weed rationing as they drove their way to toward the mountain.