Running Towards the Light

Chapter 29 - Leaving

"Get up!" A rude voice awakens me from my slumber.

I roll over, pulling the hood of my hoodie even higher over my head and snuggling into the blankets so my face is hidden from whoever is wanting me to get out of bed this early in the morning.

"Piss off!" Another angry voice calls back. That one I can recognize as Ben's.

After our long day of many activities — as we wanted to get them all in before we left tomorrow (well today I guess now) — and my sleepless night the night before due to my nightmare which I will not be talking about I am super tired this morning and wish my brother (whichever one it is) would leave the tent and stop trying to wake me up.

The blankets were suddenly torn off of me and two arms grabbed my shoulders to roll me over so I was looking up at them. "Wake up." Sam told me, his blue eyes glaring at me.

"It's too early." I responded, my voice thick with sleep, as I stretched my arm hitting about a million things in the process.

There were five of us sleeping in this tent, all happened to be sloopy teenagers, and most happened to be messy boys — our tent looked like a bomb had hit it and we hadn't even been up camping for that long.

"No it's not." Sam sneered back. "Chris let you two sleep in cause you're the youngest. I wish I was a fucking youngest." He muttered the last bit under his breath.

"Well I wish I was a fucking twin." Ben shot back.

My closest in age brother rarely ever swore and he never got angry, but with the twins he was a little more inclined to snap back at them. This is mainly because he shares a room with both of them and it's obviously a little hard for him to do that. And Ben has always felt left out being clumped in with twins but not being a twin himself. So whenever anyone brings this up he tends to be a little more angry and on edge about it.

"You basically have a twin. She's right there!" Sam shot back, pointing at me.

Ben raised his eyebrows. "How is she my twin?" Pure shock in his voice.

"Sam and Spencer, S's and twins. Beatrice and Ben. Both B's. Got it, dipshit?"

"Cameron and Chris. Both C's and they're definitely not twins." I responded, finally getting up. "And don't be mean to Ben." I added on, pushing my older brother playfully.

Sam's head whipped back to me, taking his arm and pushing my shoulder which in turn caused me to fall back onto the mattress, letting out a small shrek.

"What's going on here?" A new voice entered into the mix — Sam's twin peeking his head into the tent door and looking at all of us.

"Nothing." Sam shrugged.

"Great, then get out. We've got to pack the car." Spencer responded, stepping out of the tent as the rest of us followed.

Everyone's having a bad morning.

Stepping out of the tent I surveyed the scene. Chris was in the car putting our bags and boxes into the trunk as best he could so that everything would fit. Dylan was transferring things for Chris to pack in from the picnic table where a bunch of stuff was all stacked up. Sam and Spencer looked to be taking down Chris and Dylan's tent as it's halfway done and I don't see anyone else doing it besides West who must have been helping them. Cameron is nowhere to be found. 

"The little twins are up!" Sam called to our eldest brother, ruffling Ben's hair when he called us the twins before him and his twin walked off to meet West.

Chris turned around, confusion edged into his features. "Who—" He began to wonder before he saw Ben and I standing there. "Good morning, guys." A smile lit up my brothers face as he gave Ben a quick forehead kiss — to which Ben quickly pulled away from — and hugged me with a small kiss as well. "Sleep well."