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Boyz II Men Campfire [Wednesday evening]

There hadn't really been a reason for her to switch her hair this time -- not a tragedy, or a frantic need to outrun herself, like the last couple times. No, this time, Ramona just woke up, looked in the mirror, and decided she wanted to be pink if this new location was going to be so damn sunny. Blue had gone well with the rain, as had her leather and boots.

So now it was pink hair. And after sifting through her cabin's small fridge and her personal food stash to see what she had to work with, she was perched by her cabin's campfire, coaxing a tentative flame out of the kindling as considered the various different foods she could try to toast. Sure, there were marshmallows and hot dogs and that kind of thing, but Ramona was currently fixated on trying to spear a banana to see if singed bananas were as good as frozen ones. It seemed like a logical attempt, anyway, and she was bored.

Considering how damn hot it'd been, she was actually in a rare, simple t-shirt and shorts, too (though of course it was a band shirt), and it finally was feeling like summer. She could totally deal with this. And hopefully she'd get some company, too, since she was feeling up to talking to people and sharing her s'more things.

[open campfire is open!]

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"Because I won't tell you what I do on lonely nights?" she asked, raising a brow. "Well, that's not happening. Fill in the blanks yourself."

"Lame," Nathan said again, shaking his head. "Besides, I bet you do boring shit on lonely nights. I bet you do crossword puzzles and circle personal ads that make your ladyparts tingle and get the gunk out form between your toes. That's what lame Ramona does on her lonely nights."

"First of all, I don't get gunk between my toes, and personal ads are a way for ugly people to meet other ugly people," Ramona replied. "Secondly, why do you even want to know whether I fantasize about you or whatever or not?"

You wanted to know earlier, Ramona.

"Curiosity," he replied, using her reason from before. "A bloke can't be curious about how he pops up in a girl's mind? I'm naturally curious, Ramona, and I can't help but wonder how you're thinking of me when I'm not around to muddy up your lonely nights."

"Certain aspects of you are memorable at...particular times," she said after a moment, glancing at him. That wasn't too incriminating. "And one time I had a dream about you. Good enough?"

Yeah, Nathan could pretty much tell she was trying not to say too much. And because he was himself, he was just going to pick and poke at that for fun. It was how he rolled.

"Only certain aspects? Well, that's a fucking shame, man," Nathan said, sighing heavily. "This chick I met the other day in town said everything about me was memorable. I offered to show her and well..."

He shrugged and looked smug. That made it easier to cover up the lies.

And see, hearing that made something in her twist a little uncomfortably. Not that she had any reason to feel uncomfortable, or any right to, but still "I didn't say you weren't entirely memorable," she corrected, moving past that and trying to shove that feeling away. "I said certain aspects at certain times."

She wanted to say that that chick from town sounded ugly and stupid but that probably would be a slightly transparent move.

She needed to be less obvious when she was trying to say something without saying too much. Nathan had gotten better at reading her but still, a fucking deaf mute could pick up on this.

"Yeah, you're picking and choosing like you're at a fucking buffet," Nathan decided, shaking his head. "She liked the whole entire package. She wanted an the main course and the desserts."

"You're missing the point," Ramona replied, starting to suspect that this girl might be totally fake. "I'm saying there are certain things about you that I'm especially fond of. It's a compliment, moron."

"Yeah, yeah, you're just saying that to save face because you don't want me running off to find my new friend," Nathan said, shrugging. "I might leave you alone with only these cold hot dogs for company and you don't want that."

"It's completely true," she said, shaking her head. "You're saying there aren't things about my body that you think about specifically? Because that's what I'm saying. What exactly comes to mind when you fantasize about me? Surely not my lovely smile or awesome hair or how delightful I am to talk to."

"Yeah, why should you get specifics of my fantasies when you've clamped up tighter than a virgin on her wedding night?" Nathan asked, shaking his head. "You can't say one thing and then expect the opposite. Give a little to get a little, Ramona."

"Your hands. You have big hands."

That was as much as he was getting. Though the fact that she was saying that to a marshmallow and that might have been a blush probably said something to its credibility.

"Are you fucking blushing?" Nathan asked, surprise mixing with amusement when he spoke. "The thought of my hands makes you blush, Ramona? You're not gonna like..have an episode right here, are you?"

Maybe he was missing the reason for the blush. Or maybe he was hoping she'd elaborate.

No, she was going to throw a marshmallow at him. "Shut the fuck up, you wanted an answer, now you have one. Leave me and my blushing alone."

Having a marshmallow thrown at him was much better than having a fist thrown at him. He just let the marshmallow bounce off him and hit the ground.

"No, no, no. I gotta get to the bottom of this blushing," he said, sounding delighted. "Why'd you blush, Ramona? Because the thought of my hands is enough to make you all hot and bothered or because you had to admit something personal?"

"Because dirty as I like to be, I'm not big on talking about it or being mocked for it," she said, glancing at him. "Some things are private, dude. You're on the fast track to not hearing any more, ever, anyway."

Nathan smirked at her and then tried to reach over to run two of his fingers softly (he could do things softly, yeah he could do) against the side of the cheek that blush had just appeared on.

See, she got to feel his hands and he got to touch the evidence of the blush that was probably rapidly fading away now. He kind of wanted it to come back.

And it did, though not as violently bright as before. Ramona's mouth curved in a slight smile, that cheek moving under his fingers. She wasn't rewarding him with more just yet, though, just because he'd decided to be cute at her. But she'd remember this later, for different reasons than why she usually thought about his hands (ahem.) "Enjoy the blush while it lasts. Not like I do it a lot."

"I never blush," he said and leaned forward to try and trace that smile with one of his fingers. See, he was completely fucking adorable when no one else was looking. "Many have tried, all have fallen and I take great pleasure in laughing at them when they're greatest attempts fail miserably."

"I accept that challenge," she said, holding still for him, though her smile broadened a little. "I bet I could make you blush. What do I get if I succeed?"

"Anything you fucking want." Nathan was confident in offering that up because he was fucking certain she couldn't make him blush. No one could. He'd watch the most hardcore of porn and laughed. "Anything you fucking want if you can make me blush because that's not gonna happen."

"So if I make you blush, I get anything I want?" she asked. "You can agree to these terms? I want a fucking handshake or a contract or something."

"What, you don't trust me?" She was a smart, smart person. Of course he'd try and invalidate a verbal contract if he lost. Of course he would.

"Not about this," she said, shaking her head. "About certain things, maybe. But not this."

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