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Main Campfire | Afternoon | Tuesday | June 7

Nathan wasn't sure how he felt about all this cabin shit. On the one hand, it was a bed and after sleeping on the floor in a community center for months, beds were always good. On the other, there was like no fucking privacy. There was less privacy than in the regular dorm rooms and those were pretty damn open and exposed.

Nathan sighed and lit a cigarette. He wondered if sitting around a campfire meant he was supposed to sing campfire songs or if he was supposed to join hands with someone and meditate. He'd never gone to camp as a kid and was kind of really glad for that. No one was going to get him into too short puke green shorts and no one was going to get him to sleep in the bottom bunk under some smelly kid named Clive.

Nathan gingerly touched his broken nose and the bruising under his eyes before grimacing and pulling his hand away. Kate was damn lucky she'd run away because Nathan had planned on...glaring intently at her. He didn't know. He just knew he owed her something for making his face look like it did.

With a groan, Nathan leaned back against one of the logs and blew out a few smoke circles. Cabins did make it easier for him to seem like a courteous guy with his smoking, at least. Maybe he'd get a reputation as a nice guy.

Yeah, right.

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"Why would I wanna die on purpose?" Nathan wondered, pulling a brief face at the thought. "Have you seen how painful it is to die? The first time, I fell on a pair of fucking fence spikes and they went right through me like I was paper. And that's not even the worst way! What if I got eaten by a shark?"

"Yeah, don't go like, pissing off sharks. Or people bigger than you," she said, running her fingers through his hair. "I'm just saying, just 'cause you're immortal doesn't mean you should tempt fate or anything."

"Would you miss me in the brief time I was dead?" Nathan asked, shifting backwards some so he could glance up at her. "Would you pine for me, Ramona? Would you miss the ecstasy that only I could give you?"

"Giving yourself a lot of credit there," she noted, side-stepping the question. "Ecstasy, huh?"

Yeah, Nathan totally noticed that dodge. He spent enough time around her so it was pretty easy to pickup now.

"You gonna deny it?" Nathan asked, raising an eyebrow. "I asked you first so you've gotta answer first."

"I'm not going to deny that you're good at delivering a good time," she said carefully. "Is that what you're asking?"

Nathan snorted and turned his head again, keeping it in her lap but facing more forward now. If there was a fire lit, he'd be staring at it in some dramatic fashion.

"Yeah, I'd challenge you to find someone better at giving you a good time," he finally said. "You couldn't. Guaran-fucking-teed. You gonna deny that?"

Careful, Ramona.

She frowned, sighing. "I'm not going to try," she said after a moment, because she was getting used to his doing this little dance of admit-you-like-me-well-now-I'm-sulky.

Though really, she wasn't sure why she was refusing to admit things. Except that he'd probably be a dick about it. "And as to whether I'd miss you, it depends on how long it takes you to come back. And whether I had to watch." Because she really didn't know if she could do that.

"Why are you so convinced I'd let you watch me die?" Nathan wondered, nuzzling against her legs which meant he wasn't moving one lick. "Do you think a fucking meteor's gonna fall on my head and break my neck while I'm outside and you're outside?"

"It's a way to show off," she said immediately, smiling a little and tracing her fingertip along his neck. "Please, you're saying you're not cocky about it? I've known way too many guys who aren't immortal willing to risk life and limb to impress a girl. Remember, I'm the one with the ex who punched a hole in the moon for me."

"Yeah, but I actually have to fucking die for that to happen," Nathan reminded her, making a face. "And I don't like pain. If I'm going to die, it's going to be instantaneous. Someone better fucking shoot me in the head so I don't feel anything."

That was just foreshadowing for something stupid he'd do later in life.

"If someone kills you in front of me, then, I promise to take my giant mallet to them and kick their ass," she offered, raising a brow. "Even if you do get better afterwards."

"Aww, you'd do that for me?" Nathan asked, laughing. It wasn't often people threatened violence for him. "If I die in front of you, at least I'll know that you're not gonna let any cremate me or bury me or harvest my organs. You'd protect me because you think I'm awesome."

"I choose to believe you'd do the same for me," Ramona said graciously. "Though somehow I don't think you're much of a fighter. Call it a hunch."

Based on the fact that girls kept beating him up.

"I've never been good at fighting," he admitted, shrugging a shoulder. "Back in England, I used to make Kelly do all the fighting. She's pretty badass. Even when her hair fell out, she looked like a fucking alien but she could still kick your ass."

"It helps that she's incomprehensible," Ramona offered. "Makes her seem dangerous. But I can throw your punches here, if you need. Mine even come with sound effects and little birds circling people's heads sometimes."

"You wanna be my bodyguard?" Nathan asked, bringing something back from when she'd turned into a child. "I thought you vowed to never do that shit or something. Or was it me that vowed never to bring that up? I can't remember."

"You were sworn to secrecy," she recalled, making a face. "And no, I'm not bodyguarding you. It's not like when I was four. But if you need someone to be hit, I can do that. That is what I'm saying. You seem to get punched a lot."

"Yeah, and how many times has it been my fucking fault lately?" Nathan wondered. "Let's count them together!"

He held up a hand, finger fingers raised up before clenching a fist. "None! None of the times I've been punched in the face lately have been my fault. I've been all innocent."

"At least one," she corrected. "If you'd said goodbye before you left, I probably wouldn't have punched you when you were back."

Probably. She at least wouldn't have been as mad.

"You telling me that there was nothing else you could do to take out your anger than to punch me in the face?" Nathan asked, raising an eyebrow. "Didn't you learn other coping mechanisms in primary school? You could have walked away or we could have fucking talked it out."

"Didn't you learn that it's polite to say goodbye to the people you care about when moving away?" she countered. "I had a right to be angry. Sure, violence might not have been the answer, but it was wholly preventable on your end."

Nathan shifted around and glanced up at her, trying to catch her eye before the next question. "So, you saying if you were going home, you'd stick around to say goodbyes to people? You wouldn't sneak out and save yourself the awful fucking feelings that come with goodbyes?"

Ramona bit her lower lip, considering that. "I'd get it if people were mad at me after I did that," she said carefully, which was just basically an admission of guilt.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," he said, turning back onto his side. "Sure yeah, I get why people got mad but you can't deny that I had logical, valid reasons for not saying goodbye. The fucking suck."

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